Name: Grimshaw Fontaine
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Appearance: A tall, stocky bald man with a perminant scowl, tanned, dirty skin and a brutish, square face, sporting an impressively large and bushy brown mustache. His face, however, is usually hidden behind a worn khaki balaclava and a pait of goggles. The rest of his wardrobe is just as ratty, consisting of what was originally a sleeveless gray shirt, but has since had the left sleeve from another, blue shirt sewn on, dark overalls, fingerless leather gloves and heavy work boots, along with a matching workman's belt adored with tools, canteens and other survival gear.
Background: There isn't too much to be said about this piece of work. Born and raised in a small Western settlement called The Boneyard, Grimshaw spent most of his life around raiders and pirates, and took to the life of often chaotic violence and debauchery quickly. When he grew old enough he joined one of the many pirate crews, where he remained for the better part of a decade, until a desert priest came into his crew's midst. At this time they were in dire straits after a number of botched raids, and the priest's words about redemption and such rang with many of the pirates, Grimshaw among them. He left shortly after, drifting from settlement to settlement trying to find a place in life, occasionally working as a guard for the merchant ships along the way. Now he's ended up in Thrin, drinking down his troubles while he waits to see if he might have found his spot in life here.
Traits and Personality: A gruff but likeable man with a penchant for hootch and easy women. He takes whatever job he has at the moment very seriously, saving the partying for when the troubles are over, and is happy to chide any who don't do their job right. He does his best most days to make up for the wrongs he committed during his pirate days, though the temptations if easy loot and fearful respect sometimes nag at him still.
Why you joined: Wanderlust, trying to find a place in life.
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