Emu

🅸 🆁🅴🅼🅰🅸🅽 : ＷＩＮＴＥＲＴＩＤＥ (Horror/High Casual)

OOoooh, me likey! I would love to join if you'll have me. I'll get started on a character sheet as soon as I can.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

" Ah, finally! Didn't I say we would make it, fellas?" Craggard hollered thunderously as he pushed and shoved his way to the front of the gate. Leaning against it, he waited half a second for a response from his party.

" I did. And here we are," he said smugly, despite the fact he had been complaining the entire journey. His fellow Onxyites declined to respond to him, and the suffocating silence of the two factions settled once again. A flicker of annoyance passed on his face as he shrugged. He looked around him for something nice to look at, to no avail.

The least the journey could have provided was some nice scenery, but his surroundings, the gate included, had the aesthetic quality of his grandmother's rotting corpse. The journey had been especially tiring, and Craggard still refused to admit he had trouble keeping up with his fellow Onyx, considering they were mostly seasoned soldiers. And now, he was exhausted, irritated, and starving. The thrill of the journey's end quickly soured as these thoughts settled in. Now that he thought about it, the people here had some nerve making them wait outside, among commoners no less. Was Craggard not a guest? Shouldn't he have recieved a sum of diamonds and grub by now? A rare moment of reason graced Craggard's mind.

Ah, but this isn't a party, and you're no guest. It's a negotiation among respected civilians for a say in which two broads gets to be head honcho. Or something. Craggard slumped a bit where he stood. That didn't sound like much fun.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Craggard

Name: Craggard (No Surname)

Age: 34

Gender: Male

White Rock/Onyx: Onyx

Appearance: Short and heavy, Craggard could command an audience on his outlandish appearance alone. Craggard is filthy, filthy rich, and he loves nothing more than putting his wealth on full display. He often dresses in extravagant furs and long, billowing coats with a worrying amount of chains and necklaces weighing him down so he constantly slouches. His skin is quite pale, almost ivory colored and his eyes are half-lidded and gleaming with mischief. His snow white hair extends halfway down his neck and is slicked back with unidentified animal fat. The smell is absolutely wretched.

Personality: Despite his apparent social status, Craggard’s brash and obnoxious nature exposes his humble origins. He tends to be incredibly greedy and snatches up anything valuable he can get his hands on. He’s also quite persuasive. If he can’t convince you to do something, he can certainly pressure you into it. He’s a gifted and charismatic haggler as well, and will always prefer to talk his way out of something rather than use combat.He is generally well-liked by his workers, mainly because he’s generous to his workers and is remarkably lenient- perhaps a little too lenient, especially when it comes to their safety. He tends to come off as callous and merciless towards his workers in dangerous situations. A hypocritical attitude to have for sure, since he’s a big coward himself.

History: Craggard seems to be quite defensive, almost ashamed, about his past before his job at the mines. What is evident is that he was raised in the slums. He learned to hate the way he lived, and his desire for money and power only grew. As soon as he was old enough, he hightailed it out of his home and made a name for himself- first as a buffoonish nobody, then as a kiss-ass assistant to the foreman, until he found himself head of one of Onyx’s finest mines- Echo Quarry Mineshafts.

Why I Fight: Money, Power, and unlimited access to the Grimm bathhouse!

Skills: Craggard has never been a warrior- most of his strengths lie in his ability to negotiate and befriend people he may find useful. While loud-mouthed and crude, he’s also very friendly and social, and more likely to dominate a conversation. His physical advantages are few, but his reflexes are quick. Craggard picks up quickly on small details and will react quickly when he thinks he’s in danger. In a pinch, he might be able to throw a solid punch, mostly due to the rings on his fingers.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

I know the history portion is rather bare-bones, so if you need it longer, I can fix that. Here goes!

Craggard

Name: Craggard (No Surname)

Age: 34

Gender: Male

White Rock/Onyx: Onyx

Appearance: Short and heavy, Craggard could command an audience on his outlandish appearance alone. Craggard is filthy, filthy rich, and he loves nothing more than putting his wealth on full display. He often dresses in extravagant furs and long, billowing coats with a worrying amount of chains and necklaces weighing him down so he constantly slouches. His skin is quite pale, almost ivory colored and his eyes are half-lidded and gleaming with mischief. His snow white hair extends halfway down his neck and is slicked back with unidentified animal fat. The smell is absolutely wretched.

Personality: Despite his apparent social status, Craggard’s brash and obnoxious nature exposes his humble origins. He tends to be incredibly greedy and snatches up anything valuable he can get his hands on. He’s also quite persuasive. If he can’t convince you to do something, he can certainly pressure you into it. He’s a gifted and charismatic haggler as well, and will always prefer to talk his way out of something rather than use combat.He is generally well-liked by his workers, mainly because he’s generous to his workers and is remarkably lenient- perhaps a little too lenient, especially when it comes to their safety. He tends to come off as callous and merciless towards his workers in dangerous situations. A hypocritical attitude to have for sure, since he’s a big coward himself.

History: Craggard seems to be quite defensive, almost ashamed, about his past before his job at the mines. What is evident is that he was raised in the slums. He learned to hate the way he lived, and his desire for money and power only grew. As soon as he was old enough, he hightailed it out of his home and made a name for himself- first as a buffoonish nobody, then as a kiss-ass assistant to the foreman, until he found himself head of one of Onyx’s finest mines- Echo Quarry Mineshafts.

Why I Fight: Money, Power, and unlimited access to the Grimm bathhouse!

Skills: Craggard has never been a warrior- most of his strengths lie in his ability to negotiate and befriend people he may find useful. While loud-mouthed and crude, he’s also very friendly and social, and more likely to dominate a conversation. His physical advantages are few, but his reflexes are quick. Craggard picks up quickly on small details and will react quickly when he thinks he’s in danger. In a pinch, he might be able to throw a solid punch, mostly due to the rings on his fingers.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Hey, I'm interested in joining if you need one more! It might take some time, but I can definitely find the time to get started a cs tonight.

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝔾𝔸 𝕆𝔽 𝕍𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ𝕍𝔸𝕃𝕃

You guys still open? I would love to join, if you would have me.

Old Glory (Sci-fi/Western)

Craggard

Name: Craggard

Nickname: He does his best to try to stamp out any nickname he acquires. He never seems to get the cool ones.

Age: Early 30s

Appearance: A short and heavy man, Craggard tends to attract an audience on his appearance alone. He has long fingernails and half-lidded eyes almost always gleaming with mischief. Craggard also has greasy white hair that extends halfway to his neck, greased back with unidentified animal fat. His skin is pale and ghostly, and despite being plump he always looks sickly.

Outfit: He wears a long, tattered jacket lined with dingy animal fur. He's never without a backpack almost twice his size hoisted on his back, bulging with odds and ends he's collected over the years. In fact, he keeps his merchandise anywhere he can stuff it, from in his jacket to his boots. Pretty much everything he wears has a hidden pocket to keep his merchandise from pickpockets.

Occupation(s): Merchant/Scavenger

Biography: Craggard doesn't know or remember much of where he was born, however he spent most of his childhood in one of the 12 cities, Taurus. He never got to see much of the luxuries of the city, forced to the outskirts in a dirty slum like any other. Every once in a long while he would see a fair lady or gentleman pass through, clearly better off than he was. Craggard learned to hate the way he lived, and he hightailed out of the slums as soon as he could, to do the dismay of those who raised him. Since then, he's made a decent living off of selling useless junk, although he'll never admit said junk is anything less than priceless. He's completely dedicated to his job, and has swindling down to an art form.

Equipment:
- A backpack full of junk, but he does have a few possible valuable things in there, including a bag of random metal parts, a small music box that plays some kind of lullaby, and a few grenade that stopped working a long time ago.
- Six daggers hidden in his jacket
- A small sack of dried jerky attached to his belt

Skills and Flaws:

+ Craggard is very persuasive and an excellent haggler.
+ Despite acting like a buffoon the majority of the time, Craggard can be surprisingly clever when he needs to be.
+ Has no idea how to handle a gun, but he can handle himself with a few daggers quite nicely.

- Few things seem to anger Craggard, but any insults to his job or his ego will be met with much cursing and flailing.
- Stubborn and easily holds a grudge
- Not the best at sneak attacks... his backpack rattles with every movement, and he never seems to understand when to shut up.

Old Glory (Sci-fi/Western)

I like the sound of Taurus, I'll go ahead and tweak the background.

Old Glory (Sci-fi/Western)

Oh, my bad. If it's not too much trouble I'd just like to see which city he would fit into best, since you've already got twelve perfectly good cities, haha.

Old Glory (Sci-fi/Western)

Alright, all done! Anything that needs changing?

Craggard

Name: Craggard

Nickname: He does his best to try to stamp out any nickname he acquires. He never seems to get the cool ones.

Age: Early 30s

Appearance: A short and heavy man, Craggard tends to attract an audience on his appearance alone. He has long fingernails and half-lidded eyes almost always gleaming with mischief. Craggard also has greasy white hair that extends halfway to his neck, greased back with unidentified animal fat. His skin is pale and ghostly, and despite being plump he always looks sickly.

Outfit: He wears a long, tattered jacket lined with dingy animal fur. He's never without a backpack almost twice his size hoisted on his back, bulging with odds and ends he's collected over the years. In fact, he keeps his merchandise anywhere he can stuff it, from in his jacket to his boots. Pretty much everything he wears has a hidden pocket to keep his merchandise from pickpockets.

Occupation(s): Merchant/Scavenger

Biography: Craggard doesn't know or remember much of where he was born, however he spent most of his childhood in one of the 12 cities, Taurus. He never got to see much of the luxuries of the city, forced to the outskirts in a dirty slum like any other. Every once in a long while he would see a fair lady or gentleman pass through, clearly better off than he was. Craggard learned to hate the way he lived, and he hightailed out of the slums as soon as he could, to do the dismay of those who raised him. Since then, he's made a decent living off of selling useless junk, although he'll never admit said junk is anything less than priceless. He's completely dedicated to his job, and has swindling down to an art form.

Equipment:
- A backpack full of junk, but he does have a few possible valuable things in there, including a bag of random metal parts, a small music box that plays some kind of lullaby, and a few grenade that stopped working a long time ago.
- Six daggers hidden in his jacket
- A small sack of dried jerky attached to his belt

Skills and Flaws:

+ Craggard is very persuasive and an excellent haggler.
+ Despite acting like a buffoon the majority of the time, Craggard can be surprisingly clever when he needs to be.
+ Has no idea how to handle a gun, but he can handle himself with a few daggers quite nicely.

- Few things seem to anger Craggard, but any insults to his job or his ego will be met with much cursing and flailing.
- Stubborn and easily holds a grudge
- Not the best at sneak attacks... his backpack rattles with every movement, and he never seems to understand when to shut up.