Butter Boudreaux

Summary Page

Name Alphone "Butter" Boudreaux Player Hawk, Jaito, that one guy
High Concept Crooner of Soul Trouble Slick Spade
Aspects Glad Hand Every Day's The First Day Sober
Angels, Cruel and Kind Honest Gospel Roots
Those Bedeviling Ivories ---
Stress Refresh Rate 3 / 10
Physical [ ] [ ] [ ] Consequences Aspect?
Mental [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] Mild
Social [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] Moderate
Other? --- Severe

Skills

Skills Used/Cap 33 of 33
Rating # Skills
Superb (+5) 1 Performance
Great (+4) 2 Conviction, Presence
Good (+3) 3 Alertness, Athletics, Rapport
Fair (+2) 3 Discipline, Lore, Endurance
Average (+1) 5 Contacts, Deceit, Fists, Driving, Empathy

Stunts and Powers

Cost Ability
-2 Channeling - The Spirit
-2 Ritual - Crafting
-1 Guide My Hand - He ends up where he needs to be, when he takes his head out of his ass.
-1 Sex Appeal - +2 to Rapport against those who want a taste of Butter.
-1 Let Me Tell You A Story - Use Rapport instead of Deceit for distractions.

Magical Items

- Old wrought-iron cross bound up in lily symbols. (Spirit Focus, Power)

Appearance

Slick, smooth, and in the groove - Butter Boudreaux would never be caught dead in less than a dress shirt, and his gold-threaded vest is just the number to add class to his small assortment of shirts, slacks, and two fine pairs of shoes he tends with a soldier's discipline. He saves the coats for the weather, but keeps his hair short, straight, and slick - a little gift of his somewhat-mixed heritage. His grandmother could pass white, so he's still got more caramel than chocolate in his complexion. Tall, fit, and pretty - he's a dream waiting to happen, a showman through and through.

Relationship Chart

Name Status Positives Negatives
Mona The Boss Lady Pays, Possibly Cares Bank's Closed
Mal Baaaaad Bruthah Not Around Could Return
Talia Crazy Kid Sharo At That Certain Age
Egbert Shady Slant Kung Fu Wisdom Shady, Might Kill Me

Character Information

History: Soul Up To Your Fingers, Soul Down To Your Soles

Raised by his grand-mère and his two petites-soueres (that's little sisters, y'all) in Chicago, he was given solid roots and a heart full of song. His twin sisters Marguerite and Angeline danced and sang with the best of them, and he was the little scamp that kept the beat on the washboard with them, beat on the spoons, and gave a baritone to the old Gospel songs their mentor taught them. Of course, they learned a little extra, but while the sisters were hep to the mojo, it was never little Alphonse's passion…the songs were all that stuck in his fool head.

The first time he touched a piano, he fell in love. He also got beaten within an inch of his life by the less-than-pleased owners, but he didn't care one bit.

Related Flags Honest Gospel Roots; Them Bedeveling Ivories

Early Influences: Never Met A Belt He Didn't Like

Alphonse was a consummate performer, and as soon as he could catch an eye, he was tapping, singing, and later playing for pennies on the street. If he saw somebody move, he wanted to move like they moved. If someone sang an old sailor shanty, he'd know five verses by sundown and get a hiding for repeating it at the supper table. Something was alive inside him, and he couldn't put it down…and then he started noticing the unique music of the feminine flair, and not a thing changed.

Alphonse never did find a tune he didn't try to carry…

Related Flags Takes Cash or Check

First Contact: Bottle Necking

Alphonse thought he was hot to trot, and once the hooch game game into play, he thought he could make a little bread on the side moving hooch along with the band or two he'd palled around with…well, let's just say one of those pals may have been part of the Red Court. When he found out the hooch was tainted, there was this terrible accident, y'see, but it's cool, baby. It cost him his savings towards a baby grand and almost cost his life, but somehow or other, the whole operation got raided a little bit later.

A week later, Angeline disappeared. If his grand-mere knows something, she isn't saying, as she refused to speak on the subject. Marguerite started running with a fast crowd and getting into trouble. And somehow, Alphonse knew he'd played a hand in whatever had happened - for better or worse. Don't ask him how he knows, but he believes it to the bone.

Related Flags Glad Hand

Significant Experiences

There was a girl. Then there wasn't. But there's always a girl, ain't there?

Related Flags Angels, Cruel and Kind; Every Day's The First Day Sober

Gained a major milestone!