Crumbli
the Tea Time Tyrant
- Name: Grimsby T. Fellow.
Age: 117.
Gender: Male.
Species/Race: Woodland elf.
Kingdom of Origin: Kingdom of Earth.
Occupation: Ranger of the woods.
Alignment: Chaotic Good. - Appearance: Pale skin and dark features, Grimsby comes across as the traditional lone ranger. His eyes are sunken deep into his skull and the skin around them is stretched and scarred from countless skirmishes he’s participated in. Along his jawline is a field of dark stubble that never fades away regardless of his shaving. His brows are thick and his hair is as short as he can get it without appearing bald.
Personality:
Grimsby’s disdain for most people comes off as his most dominant trait. He saw many things in the great war and none of them have yet healed. He saw brutal deaths, horrible suffering and the violation of his sacred wooded homelands. He hurts from all of his losses during the war time and due to the king’s proper personality he feels that the king never cared for his soldiers.
While he openly claims to despise the king, and his views of what happened to him damn the king, he holds a deep respect for him. If not for this respect and understanding of the power his king has, he wouldn’t hold him accountable for the events.
History/Bio:
Not uncommon for people of the earth kingdom, Grimsby wasn’t born into the current day earth kingdom. He was born of a small woodland village dedicated to the arts of forest manipulation. The village was home to humans and elves alike with elves being the dominant population but only by a margin. His mother and father raised him with human naming customs and Grimsby grew up loving the green and tolerating the presence of his fellow man.
By the time the war was in its infancy, Grimsby had already learned to use a bow and was starting his long journey to being a professional keeper of the green. He fought the odd bandit group and nomadic tribe but nothing too major ever came his way. It wasn’t until the war was reaching its halfway mark that he heard of anything interesting happening. He’d heard the songs of men who fought for a better tomorrow. They were the protectors of the weak and rumoured to be the children born from the earth itself. These people rose from a small village and were supposed to have vines for veins and eyes that commanded authority even from the sacred life trees.
Grimsby was impressed by these claims but didn’t take them all to be true. He continued to do his duty and preserve his village with the others as best he could. More songs and rumours came about of these great protectors but they never seemed to be around. The trees grew fewer and fires ate away at the forests near them and yet these heroes were nowhere to be seen.
He became cynical of these people. If they were so great, why was their home being destroyed and nothing happened to change it? Why was their village filling with refugees from the farthest outskirts of the woods if these green-blooded saviours were supposedly fixing everything? It didn’t make sense. Clearly they didn’t exist.
Sixty years into the war and those fires reached his home. The village of Kar’seth was attacked. The women and children burned and tortured and god knows what else while he and his battle brothers and sisters fought against them as best they could. No saviours came. No folk heroes rose from the earth to protect the weak. No life tree bent the knee to cover them until the cavalry arrived. Just screams in the burning night.
When attackers had fallen or fled, when the corpses were buried, when the rangers hanged their heads in shame among the ash of their former life trees and homes, when the tears had dried and the words of anger grew silent, that’s when the heroes came. When the battle was over and they’d lost everything. They bent the knee to this supposed hero and pledged their service but few of them intended to survive his campaign against the other factions. He changed his surname from Everoot to Fellow that same day.
For forty years Grimsby fought for Xerxes. For forty years he took burns and knife wounds in the name of a supposed god amongst men. He gave the animals the power to think for themselves but who did that help? Grimsby’s falcon Dawn never thanked him for it. She only suffered more now she knew what was happening as she soared through the sky with letters. In the end, she was shot down from the skies and pleaded for help as she flapped about on the forest floor alone. Dawn was replaced with Twig and she’s still around.
When the war came to a close and the immense power tore a hole in the very Earth beneath them, Grimsby prayed that it’d swallow him whole. He wasn’t that close to it but he hoped the world scar would grow and take him away from it all. In a sense it did. Grimsby was no longer a warrior fighting to stop the same fate happening to other villages. The war was over. The 10 year peace came.
Grimsby was alive at the end of the war and hated it more than anything. He had hoped the war would take him to his family. He hoped he’d be free of all this mess. Instead he was assigned to the defence force of the Earth kingdom. He was a ranger who patrolled the edges of the sacred woods to protect the people from the beasts, and to this day he’s hated every second of it. He wanted to die a hero in that war, not live with his mistakes every single day of his life. - Equipment:
- Armour: A combination of leather, cloth and steel. Across his chest he wears a leather cuirass covered with belts and two soft left leather gloves. His boots are also made of a hardened leather. His cloak, pants, sash, and underclothes are made from fairly rough but thick cloth. The only steel he has are his bracers used to help him against a sword using foe in duels.
- Weaponry: A short bow capable of packing a nasty punch but compact enough to keep him rolling. In his quiver he packs thirty seven arrows and each has a steel tip with a poisonous coating made from a nasty mix of poison ivy and venom extract. He also packs a single short sword and two curved knives designed for close quarters battle though he rarely uses them.
Abilities:
- (Trained) Expert Marksmanship - Having been trained for more than a hundred years, his accuracy is uncanny and his skills struggle to find a rival. He has been known to land shots dubbed impossible and proved his value as an archer in the war of the kingdoms by going exclusively for the eyes of Igninuim forces.
- (Trained) Experienced Swordsmanship - Training for only forty years with swords, his skills are incredible but matched by many of his age. There are other swordsmen who could have him down in seconds and did so during the war.
- (Trained) Expert Climber - Raised in the forests with little to do around town short of swim, run and climb, he found himself gravitating to higher perches. He often sat on firm branches and watched the people below him work. Since then he’s continued to climb trees and does so with much grace.
- (Magic) Commune - As with every resident of the Earth kingdom, Grimsby knows how to communicate with animals, and they him. With his trusted companion Twig, this allows them to converse for a literal eye in the sky.
- (Magic) Bark Flesh - The great life trees were sacred and often used as shelter. With the teachings of his village and their manipulation of the world around them, he learned that all trees could provide shelter. Bark flesh merges the two together, either engulfing him inside the actual tree or providing him with a camouflage to blend in with the tree.
- (Natural) Elven Biology - Requiring less nutrients and rest, Grimsby can has been known to stay up for up to a week on watch duty before shifting out for sleep. As for food, he enjoys eating as it provides him with a surplus of energy that resting doesn’t seem to.
- (Natural) Woodland Senses - Being of woodland descent, his senses are finely tuned and bring into focus everything nearby at a whim.
- Has a pet falcon named Twig.
- Has a hatred for all fire users and proudly despises them.