- Influence
- 261.00
Grubbage Searoot
(awaiting image)
Skills
(awaiting image)
Skills
Physical |
|---|
Over Age 16 (12) |
| Physical | Mental | Social |
|---|---|---|
| Endurance [1] (Novice) | Appraisal [3] (Proficient) | Negotiation [3] (Proficient) |
| Grappling [1] (Novice) | Forgery Detection [2] (Trained) | Streetwise [2] (Trained) |
| Total Points in Category: 2 | Total Points in Category: 5 | Total Points in Category: 5 |
General Information
Age: 43
Species: Rat
Size: Overweight
Inventory and Real Estate
A cramped, cluttered pawn shop near the docks of Bully Harbor
Greasy suit, crooked tie, red fez
Physical Description
Grubbage Searoot is a fat, black rat with perpetually greasy fur and a sour expression that seems welded in place. He wears a tired, threadbare suit, a crooked necktie, and a red fez that’s somehow always at a jaunty angle. His gold hoop earrings and a right eye like a milky, bruised marble, the result of a skirmish that ended with the offending beast at the bottom of the harbor.
He moves like someone who never wants to, shuffles more than he walks, and only raises his voice when forced to repeat a price. His breath smells faintly of pipe ash and stale biscuits, and he constantly fusses with the dust on his counter even though the place hasn’t been clean in decades.
History
Grubbage was raised in the dim light of his father’s pawn shop, surrounded by dented helmets, rusted heirlooms, and other dusty, tarnished treasures. His father, a former searat pirate with enough charm to rival a siren and enough scars to prove his medal, ran the place with a scowl. Grubbage learned to haggle before he could write and could spot a fake before he knew how to sign his name.
When his father “retired” to a cushioned chair in the small apartment at the back of the shop, the helm was passed to Grubbage, who has guarded it ever since with paranoid loyalty. He rarely leaves the place, trusts no one fully, and pays dues to the Furotazzis for protection. Better the devil you pay than the Fogeys you don’t trust.
Grubbage is Bully Harbor’s greasy pawnstar of back-alley trades, and source of liquidity to the scum of bully harbor.
Age: 43
Species: Rat
Size: Overweight
Inventory and Real Estate
A cramped, cluttered pawn shop near the docks of Bully Harbor
Greasy suit, crooked tie, red fez
Physical Description
Grubbage Searoot is a fat, black rat with perpetually greasy fur and a sour expression that seems welded in place. He wears a tired, threadbare suit, a crooked necktie, and a red fez that’s somehow always at a jaunty angle. His gold hoop earrings and a right eye like a milky, bruised marble, the result of a skirmish that ended with the offending beast at the bottom of the harbor.
He moves like someone who never wants to, shuffles more than he walks, and only raises his voice when forced to repeat a price. His breath smells faintly of pipe ash and stale biscuits, and he constantly fusses with the dust on his counter even though the place hasn’t been clean in decades.
History
Grubbage was raised in the dim light of his father’s pawn shop, surrounded by dented helmets, rusted heirlooms, and other dusty, tarnished treasures. His father, a former searat pirate with enough charm to rival a siren and enough scars to prove his medal, ran the place with a scowl. Grubbage learned to haggle before he could write and could spot a fake before he knew how to sign his name.
When his father “retired” to a cushioned chair in the small apartment at the back of the shop, the helm was passed to Grubbage, who has guarded it ever since with paranoid loyalty. He rarely leaves the place, trusts no one fully, and pays dues to the Furotazzis for protection. Better the devil you pay than the Fogeys you don’t trust.
Grubbage is Bully Harbor’s greasy pawnstar of back-alley trades, and source of liquidity to the scum of bully harbor.
