Casting Call for Quest for the Dragons Panties: Additional Voices *Paid* [NSFW, Comedic Audio Book] 3
Michael Suggs for Gazanneb Or'naako (Gazan or Gah-zin)
Name: Gazanneb Or'naako (Gazan or Gah-zin)
Class: Alchemist
Species: Yellow wasp
Gender: Male
Age: 26
A short but determined alchemist hailing from a Yellow Waspian Hive on the Honeyside Isles to Loren's east. He is an eccentric craftsman who has used his last several years honing the art of speechcraft and charisma to get ahead in life. A carefree spirit, and dorkish nerd, Gazan is a nomadic traveler who uses his silver tongue and rationale to outwit others to get what he wants. If that doesn't work then the wasp has little to no qualms about stealing to get by. He also provides a large portion of comic relief for the group and acts as their defacto punching bag half the time when he isn't the one playing pranks on the group himself.
Gazanneb is originally from the largest Yellow Hive on the Honeyside Isles, where he grew up as a common worker. Meanwhile, his twin sister Gazala became a soldier, working for the Hive's queens. Even during this time, Gazanneb often fancied himself an inventor, often developing new devices to ease the load on him and his fellow workers.
At some point in their late teens, Gazala convinced Gazanneb to abandon the Hive with her, after which they began adventuring in the outside world, taking on quests as a brother-sister team. Gazanneb also started going by Gazan at his sister's request. They continued like this for about three years, until a robbery job went awry and forced them to separate, after which Gazan struck out on his own.
For the next half a decade, Gazan traveled throughout Loren, Lupus, and Griffonia, taking odd jobs here and there to support himself. He took up the study of alchemy, learning to make potions, poisons, meads, and even Waspian grenades. He also learned much about how to survive on the streets and often found himself sleeping on them many nights.
Gazan hopes to one day start a permanent alchemy shop in one of Loren's larger cities, hoping to sell his craft to the larger world. He refuses to do this however until he locates his missing twin sister, whether she be living or dead.
*Apprehensive and nervous about possible impending violence about to ensue while still managing to stick his foot in his mouth at the same time.*
"Now, come on you guys! Arent those pitchforks a bit excessive? Listen, I know we both said some things back there in the heat of the moment, but that doesn't mean we cants still be civil about this, right? I mean, granted everything I said was true but that's beside the point."
*Confident yet nerdy persuasion with a blend of sarcasm and humor in his tone.*
"My dear, crafting high-quality explosives is my specialty. These little beauties may look harmless but they pack quite the punch. I assure you. Just make sure you're a good distance away when you set them off or you might just find yourself getting blown away. And we can't have that, now can we? Who would buy all my stock then? Hahaha, Kidding! Kidding!... I have other customers..."
*Flustered confusion at the barfight he is witnessing.*
"Wha-!? How did you even-I was only gone for like five minutes!" *sighs with facepalm* "See, this right here is why we can't have nice things. I leave you here for five minutes and you're already causing barfights in the tavern. R-Risa! Would you please stop giving that ratling a wedgie and come over here! Unbelievable.. "
