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Griblo Jankweed
Skills
Skills
Physical |
|---|
Over Age 16 (12) + 2 additional purchased |
| Physical | Mental | Social |
|---|---|---|
| Thievery [Trained] (2) | Insight [1] (Novice) | Deception [3] (Proficient) |
| Sword Combat [Trained] (2) | Street Smarts [3] (Proficient) | Intimidation [2] (Trained) |
| Agility [Novice] (1) | ||
| Total Points in Category: 5 | Total Points in Category: 4 | Total Points in Category: 5 |
General Information
Age: 33
Species: Ferret
Size: Average
Inventory and Real Estate
Heavily used and chipped sabre, though it is still plenty sharp
Black canvas satchel
About 20 grams of 24 carat gold jewelry
Physical Description
Griblo Jankweed is a wiry, medium-height ferret with a look that practically shouts “untrustworthy.” His medium tan fur is scruffy and unkempt, broken only by lighter sandy markings along his paws, tail tip, nose, and underbelly. He wears a stolen navy-blue vest, pulled over a grimy off-white shirt and tattered brown trousers. His boots are scuffed leather.
His ears are lined with gold hoop earrings, glittering like a lure to distract from the missing left fang that leaves his smirk forever lopsided. Sharp steel-blue eyes glare through every beast he meets, full of appraisal, challenge, or threat. His fingers are adorned with a dozen gaudy rings, each with their own tale, stolen or bartered, none willingly given.
At his hip swings a chipped, well-worn sabre, its hilt wrapped in faded cord, its blade dulled with nicks. Yet beneath the abuse, it still bears the keen glint of steel that knows how to kill. He doesn’t walk so much as prowl like he’s casing every beast and building he passes, ready to vanish or strike depending on the turn of the wind.
History
Griblo Jankweed was born and raised in the slums of the Imperium, the fourth runt in a crowded weasel family with more schemes than morals. Life taught him early that laws were suggestions and trust was currency you only spent once. He learned to lie, pick locks, and run fast — mostly from his own siblings.
Conscripted into service during the tail end of the Winter War, Griblo never saw glory. He didn't see much front-line combat, but earned his stripes in a brutal skirmish against a faction of Vulpine Supremacists who tried to purge "lesser blood" from their own ranks. Griblo made it through with all limbs intact and a sharper sense of how power really works. He doesn’t speak ill of his service and if the pay was right and the job suited him, he wouldn’t be above putting on the uniform again.
These days, Griblo prowls the docks of Bully Harbor, working as a fence and fixer for all manner of back-alley deals and seedy trades. He’s the beast you find when something valuable has “fallen off a boat”, or when a whispered favor needs a price. He keeps his claws in enough pots to stay useful and keeps one boot ready to board the next ship out, should the wind shift against him.
Age: 33
Species: Ferret
Size: Average
Inventory and Real Estate
Heavily used and chipped sabre, though it is still plenty sharp
Black canvas satchel
About 20 grams of 24 carat gold jewelry
Physical Description
Griblo Jankweed is a wiry, medium-height ferret with a look that practically shouts “untrustworthy.” His medium tan fur is scruffy and unkempt, broken only by lighter sandy markings along his paws, tail tip, nose, and underbelly. He wears a stolen navy-blue vest, pulled over a grimy off-white shirt and tattered brown trousers. His boots are scuffed leather.
His ears are lined with gold hoop earrings, glittering like a lure to distract from the missing left fang that leaves his smirk forever lopsided. Sharp steel-blue eyes glare through every beast he meets, full of appraisal, challenge, or threat. His fingers are adorned with a dozen gaudy rings, each with their own tale, stolen or bartered, none willingly given.
At his hip swings a chipped, well-worn sabre, its hilt wrapped in faded cord, its blade dulled with nicks. Yet beneath the abuse, it still bears the keen glint of steel that knows how to kill. He doesn’t walk so much as prowl like he’s casing every beast and building he passes, ready to vanish or strike depending on the turn of the wind.
History
Griblo Jankweed was born and raised in the slums of the Imperium, the fourth runt in a crowded weasel family with more schemes than morals. Life taught him early that laws were suggestions and trust was currency you only spent once. He learned to lie, pick locks, and run fast — mostly from his own siblings.
Conscripted into service during the tail end of the Winter War, Griblo never saw glory. He didn't see much front-line combat, but earned his stripes in a brutal skirmish against a faction of Vulpine Supremacists who tried to purge "lesser blood" from their own ranks. Griblo made it through with all limbs intact and a sharper sense of how power really works. He doesn’t speak ill of his service and if the pay was right and the job suited him, he wouldn’t be above putting on the uniform again.
These days, Griblo prowls the docks of Bully Harbor, working as a fence and fixer for all manner of back-alley deals and seedy trades. He’s the beast you find when something valuable has “fallen off a boat”, or when a whispered favor needs a price. He keeps his claws in enough pots to stay useful and keeps one boot ready to board the next ship out, should the wind shift against him.
