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Rating: Able Seabeast
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Samuel Grimes
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| Age | 35 |
| Species | Stoat |
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Size | Medium |
| Build | Average, Athletic |
| Rank | Sergeant |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Sam isn't winning any beauty contests, unless it's among some of the hardier members of the Fogeys, but his body has been trained in pursuit or, indeed, escape. Mahogany fur with a cream underbelly covers him all year round, with only the coldest winters turning him white. He bears a number of faint scars, face and body, as well as larger ones across his right brow and left flank. Such is the tough life on the streets one way or another.
PERSONALITY:
A dry wit sort of fellow, Sam may not be the cleverest beast but he catches on quick. He likes the simple life and he likes things done right. Though he has a fairly admirable moral quality for a vermin, he is an average mustelid with needs. He'll drink, he'll smoke now and again, and he will pay a visit to less reputable establishments when the mood and coin allow. But he is a hard one to manipulate and he won't be bribed. Negotiated, perhaps, if no one gets harmed. Sam thrives on the thrill of the chase and enforcing the law, however brief some beasts keep it in their thick skulls. He isn't here to make friends, though if he makes one they might well be one for life.
STRENGTHS:
- Determination
- Street wisdom
- Empathy
- Reasonable memory
- Good constitution
- Frustratingly good stamina
WEAKNESSES:
- Limit for nonsense
- Empathy
- Turns to vice for big failures
- Distrust
- Loneliness
BIOGRAPHY:
Young Sam never knew his birth parents. He was left at an orphanage in 1730 where he remained until he was 4 and was then adopted by an elderly rat couple. Sam grew up in the Slups during uncertain times, but there were some sparks of joy along the way, particularly getting to play Wall Ball with other children. Sometimes they would steal away and play it in Zann's Backyard because it was safer there, and back then you could get extra points if you broke one of the richbeasts' windows and ran away without getting caught.
Sam did odd jobs as a little one to help pay their way through life. Times, however, grew especially hard in the Imperium and when he was 13 he came home from errands to find his father had been slain by robbers. His mother did her best to appease the enraged Sam who frothed for justice. She helped him channel his anger into bettering himself, pooling their savings together for him to be educated enough to read and write passably.
When he was 18, the revolution hit. The things he saw during those years were enough to harden his resolve toward one of two paths. Sam decided to become a Fogey. It was a dangerous job to be a good Fogey, but he worked hard all the same, fighting typically losing battles. He earnt enough respect that no one messed with his old mum. No one who valued their life.
Eventually Mrs Grimes, bless her heart, passed of old age. By this time, Sam was in his early twenties and had made constable in the Trenches. A golden egg among many of his fellows, he was a rare competent Fogey that many a criminal chose to avoid or at least get on the good side of if they were fairly harmless. The years brought him new scars and better wits. He was a boy of the Slups and the streets were his world.
During the changing era with the new Empress and the introduction of woodlanders, Sam gained a promotion to sergeant. The force demanded change, granted it would be slow, and it needed more capable and tolerant creatures. That, and some of the higher-ups mistakenly thought he would be malleable. Clearly they had not read his files. Probably because some of them couldn't read. Or listen.
Now in his prime, Sgt. Samuel Grimes* is ready to meet the fast pace of Bully's growing infrastructure, its influx of people, wealth, and new criminals. Bully is and always has been his home and he wants it to work for everyone.
This stoat is getting his boots on.
*A lovingly crafted pastiche of a similar-named character from Terry Pratchett's Discworld series. I hope I do him ... ahem... justice.
POSSESSIONS/REAL ESTATE:
- Brass knuckles
- Truncheon
- Fogey uniform
- Old Official Fogey Manual (kept under his bunk), contains some pressed flowers from his mum
- Bunk in the Trenches' Fogey House
- A few small drums and curious percussion instruments kept in a locker at said Fogey house
- Meagre sum of gilders
SKILLS:
12
12
| Physical | Mental | Social |
|---|---|---|
| Athletics [Proficient] (2) | Policing [Seasoned] (4) | Street Smarts [Seasoned] (4) |
| Bareknuckle Fighting [Trained] (1) | Smelt Crosswords [Novice] (0) | Diplomacy [Trained] (1) |
| Wall Ball [Novice] (0) | Percussion [Novice] (0) | |
| Total Points in Category: 3 | Total Points in Category: 4 | Total Points in Category: 5 |
