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General Information
Type: NPC
Name: Dilmore H. Wolford
Rank: Fogey Chief Inspector (Commander)
Age: 47
Species: Red fox
Size: Medium
Physical Description
A fox of average height, thin-limbed and rather slender but possessing a bit of a paunch he wears a corset to hide.
A sharp, tired face well-acquainted with frowning, and long, manicured fingers well-acquainted with drumming on tabletops, waggling at inferiors, and staining with ink from countless reports.
He dresses in a crisp gray Fogey uniform that is regularly laundered, wearing the expected gray jacket, shirt and trousers and black beret and boots. On each shoulder, he wears the triple silver batons of a Fogey commander, though officially his title is "Chief Inspector."
He is fond of cravats, the latest fashion among Bully Harbor's wealthy, wearing all manner of them throughout the workweek.
He carries a truncheon with a pearl handle on his belt, and also wears a silver wedding ring with a pearl embedded at its center.
When off duty, he usually wears a striped gray and offpurple suit with a gray tophat and a cravat.
Inventory and Real Estate
A sizeable manse in the northern portion of Zann's Backyard.
His Fogey uniform with triple silver baton insignia on each shoulder.
His lightly-perfumed salmon-pink corset.
A cravat and at least two spare cravats at all times.
His pearl and silver wedding ring.
His pearl-handled truncheon.
Personality
Endlessly tired of paperwork and dealing with the nonsense of both Fogeys and non-Fogeys alike, Wolford fills what time he can with leisure and excess due to his weighty paycheck and impressive bribe portfolio, and with pursuing political ambitions. He longs to be Fogey Commissioner and eventually Mayor of Bully Harbor, and is willing to do whatever he must to achieve these things.
He is very self-important and cares deeply about he and his wife's public image. They're embarassed they don't live in the Insanely Rich District and that Wolford still has to do some work sometimes, rather than being able to totally relegate everything to an army of secretaries and hapless desk Fogeys.
Wolford is terrified of dying as a Fogey officer living in Zann's Backyard, forgotten by Bully Harbor's upper crust.
History
Wolford was born Milarkus 23rd, 1717 in the Trenches and raised by his sister Tabitha, and began his career as a Fogey Cadet with dreams of earning the skills and recognition to become a Stoatorian Guard like his parents, Waldo H. Wolford and Charessa E. Fetherbrush, who famously hated one another and only had him after a drunken one-night stand in the barracks on St. Swugg's. He's come to loathe the holiday since.
Dilmore proved to be a capable Fogey, and climbed ranks quickly.
He eventually gave up on his Stoatorian aspirations altogether after the last time he visited his mother, who told him she hated him (she hardly knew him) for being a failure like his father, who famously got so drunk during Paterdee he leapt into a swarm of crabs, who promptly devoured him. It was the days of the Crab Crisis, and many an uncautious citizen was claimed by the crustacean swarms.
Wolford focused on becoming a Commissioner instead, and has been desiring it, and eventually the Mayorality, ever since and at practically any cost.
Upon becoming an Inspector, Wolford was already collecting bribes from well-over thirty organizations and a hundred inviduals, from common crooks to shady business practices to criminal families like the Furotazzis.
This decreased with age and rank as he got pickier with who he did business with, favoring the wealthiest and most powerful while targeting lower-level crime.
He met his wife, Petunia K. Scallop, the daughter of then-Fogey Commissioner "Mad Tortoise" Sheldon S. "Shelly" Scallop, during the Fogey Ball, and the two self-obsessed, dandy and ambitious foxes discovered they fit each other to a T.
They married and moved-in together not long after, Wolford promising Petunia they would be out of Zann's Backyard and in a house befitting a true Bully Harbor blueblood in no time.
It has been eighteen years, but they've been together so long it seems Petunia has no plans of leaving anytime soon anyway.
Wolford tends to miss the more exciting Fogey-involved conflicts by remaining in his office or taking extended vacation days, but he was on the street and among their ranks during some points of the Winter War, even beating down an Alkamarian footman (a story he often embellishes extensively) with his truncheon.
He was also there when Talinn Ryalor switched sides during the Second Civil War, as something in Wolford at the time kept him there helping to defend Bully Harbor rather than following his wife to a safehouse out of town.
"Glory called," he'd say of those days, rehearsing a speech for his future mayoral role. "And duty answered."
It felt stupid, but he really did feel compelled to stay, even knowing it could have meant certain death. It felt like the realest thing he'd ever done.
Since then, C.I. Wolford has made slightly more effort to be on the field and in the public eye, especially during moments of political interest he could use to further his career, though having to deal with his underlings more often has only increased the amount of gray in his fur.
Type: NPC
Name: Dilmore H. Wolford
Rank: Fogey Chief Inspector (Commander)
Age: 47
Species: Red fox
Size: Medium
Physical Description
A fox of average height, thin-limbed and rather slender but possessing a bit of a paunch he wears a corset to hide.
A sharp, tired face well-acquainted with frowning, and long, manicured fingers well-acquainted with drumming on tabletops, waggling at inferiors, and staining with ink from countless reports.
He dresses in a crisp gray Fogey uniform that is regularly laundered, wearing the expected gray jacket, shirt and trousers and black beret and boots. On each shoulder, he wears the triple silver batons of a Fogey commander, though officially his title is "Chief Inspector."
He is fond of cravats, the latest fashion among Bully Harbor's wealthy, wearing all manner of them throughout the workweek.
He carries a truncheon with a pearl handle on his belt, and also wears a silver wedding ring with a pearl embedded at its center.
When off duty, he usually wears a striped gray and offpurple suit with a gray tophat and a cravat.
Inventory and Real Estate
A sizeable manse in the northern portion of Zann's Backyard.
His Fogey uniform with triple silver baton insignia on each shoulder.
His lightly-perfumed salmon-pink corset.
A cravat and at least two spare cravats at all times.
His pearl and silver wedding ring.
His pearl-handled truncheon.
Personality
Endlessly tired of paperwork and dealing with the nonsense of both Fogeys and non-Fogeys alike, Wolford fills what time he can with leisure and excess due to his weighty paycheck and impressive bribe portfolio, and with pursuing political ambitions. He longs to be Fogey Commissioner and eventually Mayor of Bully Harbor, and is willing to do whatever he must to achieve these things.
He is very self-important and cares deeply about he and his wife's public image. They're embarassed they don't live in the Insanely Rich District and that Wolford still has to do some work sometimes, rather than being able to totally relegate everything to an army of secretaries and hapless desk Fogeys.
Wolford is terrified of dying as a Fogey officer living in Zann's Backyard, forgotten by Bully Harbor's upper crust.
History
Wolford was born Milarkus 23rd, 1717 in the Trenches and raised by his sister Tabitha, and began his career as a Fogey Cadet with dreams of earning the skills and recognition to become a Stoatorian Guard like his parents, Waldo H. Wolford and Charessa E. Fetherbrush, who famously hated one another and only had him after a drunken one-night stand in the barracks on St. Swugg's. He's come to loathe the holiday since.
Dilmore proved to be a capable Fogey, and climbed ranks quickly.
He eventually gave up on his Stoatorian aspirations altogether after the last time he visited his mother, who told him she hated him (she hardly knew him) for being a failure like his father, who famously got so drunk during Paterdee he leapt into a swarm of crabs, who promptly devoured him. It was the days of the Crab Crisis, and many an uncautious citizen was claimed by the crustacean swarms.
Wolford focused on becoming a Commissioner instead, and has been desiring it, and eventually the Mayorality, ever since and at practically any cost.
Upon becoming an Inspector, Wolford was already collecting bribes from well-over thirty organizations and a hundred inviduals, from common crooks to shady business practices to criminal families like the Furotazzis.
This decreased with age and rank as he got pickier with who he did business with, favoring the wealthiest and most powerful while targeting lower-level crime.
He met his wife, Petunia K. Scallop, the daughter of then-Fogey Commissioner "Mad Tortoise" Sheldon S. "Shelly" Scallop, during the Fogey Ball, and the two self-obsessed, dandy and ambitious foxes discovered they fit each other to a T.
They married and moved-in together not long after, Wolford promising Petunia they would be out of Zann's Backyard and in a house befitting a true Bully Harbor blueblood in no time.
It has been eighteen years, but they've been together so long it seems Petunia has no plans of leaving anytime soon anyway.
Wolford tends to miss the more exciting Fogey-involved conflicts by remaining in his office or taking extended vacation days, but he was on the street and among their ranks during some points of the Winter War, even beating down an Alkamarian footman (a story he often embellishes extensively) with his truncheon.
He was also there when Talinn Ryalor switched sides during the Second Civil War, as something in Wolford at the time kept him there helping to defend Bully Harbor rather than following his wife to a safehouse out of town.
"Glory called," he'd say of those days, rehearsing a speech for his future mayoral role. "And duty answered."
It felt stupid, but he really did feel compelled to stay, even knowing it could have meant certain death. It felt like the realest thing he'd ever done.
Since then, C.I. Wolford has made slightly more effort to be on the field and in the public eye, especially during moments of political interest he could use to further his career, though having to deal with his underlings more often has only increased the amount of gray in his fur.
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