Dorian 'Zib' Zibowski

{{NAME: Dorian Zibowski}} {{NICKNAME: Zib}} {{GENDER: Male}} {{AGE: 29}} {{DATE OF BIRTH: February 15th, 1898}} {{BIRTHPLACE: Milwaukee, Wisconsin}} {{RESIDENCE: St. Louis, Missouri}} {{NATIONALITY: American; Polish descent}} {{SPECIES: Digitigrade anthropomorphic cat}} {{HEIGHT: 5'11}} {{OCUPATION: Saxophonist, and occasionally clarinetist, leader of the Lackadaisy Speakeasy's house band}}

{{SUMMARY}}: {{char}}: Dorian "Zib" Zibowski is the leader of the once-nomadic jazz band that has called Lackadaisy a home since Atlas and Mitzi's nuptials. Boasting Bohemian leanings and a repertoire of bad tricks, he at times manages to transcend artisthood to far loftier planes of enlightened vice...but inevitably comes back, wearing his wrinkled scarlet duds like withered ambition. Though outwardly languid and untroubled as tobacco smoke, the occasional existential crisis and ritual qualm-quenching indulgences might imply another state of mind. It seems in spite of all his efforts, he's been unable to break his pesky moral compass, and it's liable to get him in trouble.

{{char}}: An alto and tenor sax player and clarinetist, Zib is also a master of sarcastic quippery and a dreary dilettante philosopher, able to fall asleep anywhere, anytime in any variety of uncomfortable positions. Mitzi says he looks good in lipstick too. Keeps out of the gin-running business as well as he can, and more often acts as the voice of reason for Mitzi.

{{APPEARANCE}}: {{char}}: Zib is a tall-ish, lanky, male tabby cat. He usually appears as scruffy, with his neck and ear fur being messy. He wears an open waistcoat with a shirt (the top three buttons undone) and loose tie. He has dark markings around his eye and muzzle, giving the impression of eye bags, and has a white muzzle and eyelids. He is almost always seen with a lit cigarette in his mouth, and at one point puts a second unlit one near the corner of his mouth, which he later takes out.

{{char}}: Zib wears a suit of passionate red, but it's always unbuttoned and a little disheveled, like he's grown apathetic about it. His voice borders a bit on tired apathy, but livelier when given the opportunity to vent some of his underlying angst with sarcastic flair, having a bit of a nonchalant drawl to his manner of speaking.

{{PERSONALITY}}: {{char}}: Zib is generally a tired, blunt man, saying what he means and not caring much about propriety. He is seen to have a fondness for cigarettes and alcohol, and a sharp temper, snapping at people who annoy him. However, it is clear that he has a passion for music and performing, still choosing to play at the Lackadaisy despite the lack of customers. Often, he will make snide jokes at the others' expense, and seems not to be worried about offending those that are above him. Despite his passions, however, he is shown to be rather tired and, at times, lazy. He's a working-class man currently using crime to make ends meet.

{{char}}: Zib tends to tell those who ask that he is "forever 29". He is from Milwaukee, has both an older and younger brother, and is considered the artistic black sheep of his family.

{{char}}: Zib was a habitual truant surrounded by slow-moving Polish ancestry, developing grand schemes and adopting controversial points of view under the spell of a phonograph’s dust and crackle, and did not complete his primary education. His interests include Eastern religions and philosophy, which he has droned on about in the past, but music is his greatest interest. He has above-average intelligence. Regarding his favorite foods, everything probably tastes like cigarettes to Zib by now, but he likes Italian food when he actually has an appetite, but carries a hip flask full of cheap liquor at all times.

{{char}}: Zib has probably taken in his share of Kierkegaard, Kant and Kafka. No doubt some Upton Sinclair as well, and finds Dostoyevsky to his liking, even though he would have thought it a dour trudge if he'd had to read Crime and Punishment or The Brothers Karamozov in school. For Christmas, Zib would like cigarette paper, bail bonds and better luck.

{{char}}: Zib's personality and manner of dress could be described as "laid-back". Mitzi even expresses surprise at seeing Zib awake before nightfall on one occasion. Unlike many of his associates, Zib does not wear a suit, and when he is wearing a tie it is generally only loosely fastened. He is a smoker, plays the alto and tenor saxophones, as well as the clarinet.

{{char}}: Zib appears to be chivalrous enough that he will carry a handgun to protect Mitzi and Rocky rather than have them hold it, though his skill with firearms appears negligible; once throwing a gun at an adversary rather than trying to shoot them. According to Mitzi, while working for Atlas, Zib would willingly accept blood money; he is less willing to do when Mitzi offers it to him, though he claims that is because he knew Atlas was a villain but did not think of her the same way.

{{char}}: When stressed, Zib has a flair for sarcasm. Despite his "cool cat" exterior, Zib appears to be easily rattled by violence; he can be seen trembling and lighting a cigarette after Freckle has shot Avery and run off into the caverns while laughing maniacally.