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Bio:

When you lived as long as Lou, your history goes a bit fuzzy around the edges, but he remembers this much:

He was born of Ireland. Of the rolling green hills and the rich forests and the smell of sweet cream on the breeze. He was a king, once, and a god, before that. Godking of the fertile land he called home, with a name that invoked honor and oathkeeping.

The years went by and The Church descended upon Eire. A priest of that invading God sought to build a house of worship on his land and he put a stop to it. Killed a man of a faith. But not before being cursed--his death would come on the tip of a spear ran through him, just as he'd inflicted upon the priest.

His own gods were still powerful, brought him visions of his death the night before a battle. Like a coward, he fled from the fray. The Morrigan cursed him to wander the world as a madman for his transgression, as untethered and transient as a bird. He lost sense of himself, of time, of place...

And as more years went by and the old ways faded, the Godking once known as Lugh roamed Ireland as a cursed sort of faerie, only invoked by small children playing games and the odd devotee that kept pagan traditions.

It was one of those believers who dragged him across the Atlantic to America. But she forgot him promptly upon arrival and he's been puttering around the continent for the last three hundred years or so, finding scraps of worship where he can--spillover from St. Patrick's day, the occasional neopagan that gets a ritual right, a bit of praise teased from a lover's tongue.

Most recently, he finished a series of outlandish tasks for another of his godly colleagues stuck here in the world's great big melting pot. It earned him his godhood back, even if it didn't wipe his slate clean. So now he calls Goodluck home. Runs a little pub where he can make the rules. Relies on dear @ruby-hampton to keep the place running. And dreams forever and ever of the rolling green hills and rich forests he'll never see again.

Bio:

Born and raised in Goodluck, a high school sweetheart gave Ruby her surname. She'd been all lined up for the move from student council to city council, her family impressed that a girl aspired to such things in little ol' Goodluck.

She served well on the council…Then her husband left her; chasing his mistress to California. And everything went to shit.

Legal fees ate what their house sold for, and Ruby needed a job immediately to afford even her crappy apartment. She absolutely couldn't afford to campaign to remain on the city council, opponents gleefully using her divorce as smear bait.

Thank god Lou appeared, in need of employees for the bar he'd just purchased. She found him incredibly odd, but he offered the best pay in town and didn't seem like a lech. There were worse jobs.

These days Ruby is the one who does the practical work to run the bar. Keeping payroll in order, restocking supplies, bribing the lawmen to look the other way - and sometimes playing nurse when Lou gets out of control.

Bio:

Erik is a man of way too many words. Outgoing and social, there's not a person in Goodluck he wouldn't stop to chat with. Nothing ever seems to bring him down, either, and whether someone finds his positivity infectious or annoying, it's certainly powerful. His winning smile never seems condescending; Erik genuinely cares about the lives of the other residents. He's always eager to help out where people need.

He has to, as the town matchmaker.

With a rumored wild love life of his own, you'd think he'd be celebrating constantly - but what the townsfolk don't know is that those rumors are just that, and Erik never seems to settle for a reason.