Knyckers is the really snooty lingerie shop. Or rather, “shoppe”.
Well, you’ll find me in residence at the old Johnson place, y’know the one, you can just see the cupola over the trees behind the library as you drive west out of town on Baker st?
Anyway, you’re most likely to hear about me on a day after the police have been called out because of the maniacal laughter or when the locals are muttering about the latest strange phenomenon in the middle of the night. I’ll be the one they mean if they start a sentence with the phrase “That boy ain’t right”.
I’m the town’s quiet grad student. I live here 'cause I can get cheap rent and still learn what I need to learn. I’m unemployed, but I always have high hopes that the perfect part time job will come along - one that pays me enough for rent, amusement and the like.
Until then, I continually talk about getting a job, but prefer to hang out and have philosophical discussions.
I’m the one who longs to leave for the City.
In the meantime, I keep Kyla’s bookstore and the local watering hole in business.
Dang, Uncle Rue - I figgered you’d set yerself in front of the general store and tell the local kiddies all yer tales…
And those magazines that keep coming to my house? Well, I didn’t subscribe to them. Really! I think someone did as a joke, the sick bastard.
I run an international comics-publishing organization out of my apartment. I’ve contracted with mcms_cricket for a whiz-bang website for selling my comics. The website is connected to the local copy shop and fulfilment house, of whom I am a client.
In my spare time, I’m also president of the local Esperanto society (we meet at the bookstore or library or coffeeshop, and then go out to dinner), and I frequently host guests from out of town. Occaisionally these guests are interviewed by the local media.
I bow in the direction of Her Imperial Polarity.
Can I be town drunk? 
The original, in case anyone’s interested.
Sure. We can have spirited discussions at the relative merit of AD&D 3E vs. Rifts, and whether or not we should start stocking some of Sunspace’s comics.
Interesting Eve started that one too.
Just the sort of thing the town’s crabby recluse would point out.
Another alien who’s moved in, I’m looking for a job, so would welcome any offers, I love books, gardens, but would be happy with almost anything.
Failing any job offers coming in, perhaps I could be the Official Town Lurker.
I’m the opinionated old crank who sits out on his front porch and shakes his cane at “those darn kids.”
Got an empty rocker right next to me should sailor stumble by.
The recluse is me if that was not obvious from the last post.
Town character #1
currently sitting on the curb outside of Knyckers Lingerie Shoppe sipping something from a bag and leering at the female customers.
I’ll solve all your mysteries with the help of my dog. I specialize in finding out who is haunting the old abandoned buildings.
::peers suspiciously at Eve::
Why, that’s not Eve at all! It’s…a mask!
I want to work at the bookstore, too. Please? I promise not to ever order cheesy Harlequin romance novels, and to always keep Jane Austen and the Brontë sisters and lots of good women’s literature and poetry in stock.
I’m still the friendly uncle next door…although I’ve introduced a new supporting character in my life…
Although everybody so far has self identified, I’d ask Eve or other participants to decide what I am. 
Since my initial correction did not appear until the second page, let me be clear: I mean myself here, not Uncle Beer.
I think Polycarp is our town preacher.
Me? I own the television station. Star Trek, all kinds, movies, comedies, home improvement shows…you want it, I can air it. (Except porn. That’s for the XXX shop down the street. Our advertisers won’t support it on air.)
Now…who wants to be our news anchor?