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Griblo Jankweed
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Age33
SpeciesFerret
PronounsHe/Him
Size (Extra Small, Small, Medium, Large, Extra Large)Average
BuildLanky
RankAble Seabeast, Assistant Purser of the Blackship

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Griblo Jankweed is a wiry, medium-height ferret with the sort of face that practically shouts “untrustworthy.” His tan fur is scruffy and uneven, streaked with lighter sandy tones along his paws, tail tip, nose, and underbelly, tinged with too much sun and too little soap.

He dresses like a creature halfway between fortune and filth: a stolen navy-blue vest stretched over a grimy off-white shirt, tattered brown trousers, and scuffed leather boots that have seen more back alleys than cobblestones. Gold hoops line both ears, gleaming like bait to draw the eye. The shining gold hoping to provide a distraction from the missing left fang that leaves his smirk forever crooked.

Steel-blue eyes glint with suspicion and calculation, forever measuring what a beast is worth. His paws are heavy with rings of gold and polished silver, a mismatched collection that he treats as his personal treasury. Each one, to Griblo, is an investment. A portable hoard that clinks with every gesture, reminding him of what is his.

At his hip hangs a chipped sabre, its cord-wrapped hilt faded and fraying. Though its edge still holds a mean gleam, it serves more as persuasion than weapon. A relic of intimidation, stolen long ago and polished just enough to look dangerous.

Griblo moves with a restless, prowling gait, like a beast forever casing his next mark. He’s a creature of Bully Harbor’s underbelly, slinking from tavern to pawnshop to wharf in search of opportunity. Particularly the kind that smells a bit dishonest. He’s loud when drunk, sly when sober, and happiest knee-deep in schemes and debauchery that promise coin, chaos, or both.


PERSONALITY:
Griblo Jankweed thrives in Bully Harbor’s underbelly. He is a ferret equal parts gutter wit and accidental philosopher. He’s shrewd, suspicious, and deeply opportunistic, always sniffing out the quickest path between trouble and profit. His loyalty, like his merchandise, is negotiable.

He’s a talker by trade. Fast, slick, and just believable enough to make beasts doubt their better judgment. His humor is dry and biting, usually at someone else’s expense, though even he laughs hardest when the joke turns back on him.

Despite his reputation, Griblo isn’t malicious by nature. He’s a survivor. Pragmatic to the core, his code is built entirely around keeping himself alive and solvent. Beneath the cynicism is a faint, grudging sense of decency; he’ll cheat a mark blind but still slip a coin to a street orphan when no one’s watching.

He loves his vices - drink, dice, gossip, and gold - but what he truly worships is leverage. To Griblo, every secret is a coin waiting to be spent, and every friendship is a negotiation in progress.

Still, for all his scheming, there’s something almost likable about him: the honesty of his dishonesty, the self-awareness of a beast who knows exactly what he is and sees no reason to pretend otherwise.


STRENGTHS:
  • Streetwise Opportunist: Knows every shortcut, fence, and backroom in Bully Harbor.
  • Silver-Tongued: Can talk himself out of trouble... or into someone else’s.
  • Resourceful: Turns junk into profit and disaster into advantage.
  • Survivor’s Instinct: Reads danger fast and always has an exit plan.

WEAKNESSES:
  • Coward at Heart: Bravery is a luxury he rarely affords himself.
  • Greedy: Can’t resist a shiny lure, even when it’s bait.
  • Distrustful: Assumes everyone’s playing a game, even friends.
  • Vices: Drink, dice, and debauchery often come before common sense

BIOGRAPHY:
Griblo Jankweed was born in the slums of the Imperium, the fourth runt in a crowded ferret family with more mouths than morals. Life taught him early that laws were suggestions and honesty was a liability. By adolescence he’d mastered the three trades that would see him through life: lying, running, and landing on his feet.

When he came of age, a recruitment officer caught him in the middle of one of his less-subtle “enterprising ventures” and gave him a choice: serve or swing. Thus began Griblo’s short and unglamorous stint as a merchant marine, his only brush with “honest work.” He learned his way around rigging, tide charts, and every corner of a sailing vessel, discovering that the sea wasn’t half bad... but that his "superiors" were. The constant orders, the hierarchy, the idea of being told when to sleep and when to eat. It grated on him. He finished his term with all limbs intact and a firm conviction that he’d rather risk jail than sail again under those terms.

Back on land, he drifted through Bully Harbor’s lower alleys, slipping back into the comfortable rhythm of hustles and back-room deals. He picked up contacts across the Imperium’s underbelly. Life for him was a parade of taverns, bad luck, backroom bargains and no real bed to call home. It might have stayed that was if not for one drunken night and a fox with too much pride.

The evening Ruffano Quickwhistle fell from grace after his infamous tirade at the opera, Griblo happened to be drinking at the same tavern he fell upon. Seeing the once-famous performer slumped over his drink, he couldn’t tell if it was pity or potential that made him step in. Either way, he helped Ruffano home... and when he saw the fox’s fancy apartment in the Upper Condos, he immediately decided the fallen actor needed a “life coach.”

By dawn, Griblo had moved in.

Though he offers little in the way of actual guidance beyond paying rent and pouring drinks, he’s the only friend who stayed when the world turned its back on Ruffano. What began as opportunism turned into a true, if exasperating, friendship. The fox and the ferret forming a kind of platonic partnership built on sarcasm, survival, and mutual mischief.

Griblo spends his days prowling Bully Harbor’s docks, sniffing out opportunity among the dishonest, dabbling in trades best left undescribed, and slipping into debauchery whenever coin allows. Yet, every so often, he’ll glance at the ships in the harbor and mutter that he might “give the sea another go... with a better crew this time.”

He may grumble about risk, rules, and Ruffano’s dramatics, but beneath the dirt and bravado beats the heart of a survivor. A ferret who, against all odds, always manages to come out one step ahead.


POSSESSIONS/REAL ESTATE:

Heavily used and chipped sabre, though it is still plenty sharp
Black canvas satchel
About 20 grams of 24 carat gold jewelry


SKILLS:

PhysicalMentalSocial
Thievery [Seasoned] (4)Insight [1] (Trained)Deception [4] (Seasoned)
Agility [Trained] (1)Street Smarts [2] (Proficient)Intimidation [1] (Trained)
Sailing [1] (Trained]
Total Points in Category: 5Total Points in Category: 4Total Points in Category: 5
 
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