Under Review Captain Grubguts

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Captain Grubguts

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Intent
Grubguts is a captain in the Red Fleet, serving as one of the many leading antagonists in the Pirate Arc

Skills
Total Points Spent: 27

Physical

-Unarmed Combat [Seasoned] (4)

Mental

-Cooking [Master] (5)

-Piracy [Veteran] (6)

-Large Unit Organization [Seasoned] (4)

Social

-Blackmail [Seasoned] (4)

-Intimidation [Seasoned] (4)

General Information
Age: 31

Species: Stoat

Biological Sex: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Size: Extra Large

Physical Description
A almost hideously large stoat dressed only in a food stained tunic
Inventory
His ship the Crabclaw
Personality
He is a very amicable fellow when he is fed or eating. But hell has no fury compared to a hungry Grubguts
Strengths
Despite his portly demeanor he boasts impressive physical prowess.
Weaknesses
Always. Hungry.
Always. Hungry.
ALWAYS. HUNGRY.
History ​

Grubguts never learned restraint. From the moment he could crawl, he was eating whatever he could find, whatever would fit in his mouth. He was a greedy kit, snatching scraps from siblings, stealing from larders, chewing until his jaw ached. He was never full, never satisfied.

The sea only fed that hunger. Taken aboard a raiding ship as a youth, he proved himself not by skill with a blade, but by sheer appetite. Salt pork, raw fish, weevil-bread, it didn’t matter. He could out-eat three beasts his size, and when the food was gone, he grew restless, dangerous. Crewmates learned quickly: a hungry Grubguts was a violent Grubguts.

In time he grew portly, young face always slick with grease, eyes wild with craving. When Ironpaw sought new captains, Grubguts was given command of the Crabclaw. Not out of respect, but because his ferocity when denied a meal made him unpredictable, but useful. A village could sometimes buy their survival with an overflowing table. But woe betide the fools who offered him fare he judged unworthy. He would overturn their tables, gorge until sick, then order his crew to burn the place to the ground.

His ship bears his appetites like a banner. The Crabclaw’s prow is painted with grotesque pincers, her decks littered with gnawed bones and shattered shells. The crew feast alongside their captain, knowing that indulgence is the only thing keeping his temper in check.

Grubguts has no interest in plunder, no taste for gold or glory. He leaves politics to Ashfoot, schemes to Chokra, envy to Bloodsnout. All he cares for is the next feast, the next heap of meat and bread and fat to silence the endless growl in his belly. And when that hunger rises, villages burn.

To look upon Grubguts is to see a pirate whose greed has rotted into gluttony, a beast who lives only to consume. He is both Ironpaw’s jester and butcher. Laughable when sated, monstrous when starved.