Heff's Current Characters

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Heff's Sheet of Current Charcters

Including Elder Fumble Willowbottom and Ser Brennen Roost

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Nicknames: Fum, Fatty, Fatass, Mister Willowbottom. Lady killer.

Age: Around his fourties, in halfling age that would be a twenty year old human.

Gender: Male

Race: Wee-Folk; Halfling

Status: Alive

 

Description

Height: 2 feet, 9 Inches.

Weight: Chubby.

Body Type: Chubby, muffin top. 

Eyes: Purple and grey.

Hair: Orange/redhead.

Skin: Pale.

Markings/Tattoos: None, unless you count a cut from falling off a shog log the wrong way.

Health: Healthy

Personality: A very jovial being, outgoing to friends and halflings, but very suspicious of tresspassers and bigg'uns in general.

Inventory: A shovel, his burglar equipment, and other stuff.

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Life Style

Alignment*: True Neutral

Deity*: Harvest Guardian and associated Village Spirits.

Religion: Halfling Mysticism.

Alliance/Nation/Home: Current home is Gimblewood. His hometown is Lenfarthing.

Job/Class: Leader and festival planner, as well as a diplomat and peacemaker. A descendant of a Lenfarthing Elder, would be considered highborn in human standards.

Title(s): Elder, Mister, The Sky Thief

Profession(s): Elder, Burglar.

Special Skill(s): A good thief, good at making plans and leading. 

Flaw(s): Stammers, gossiper, lazy, and afraid of the outside world.

 

Magic*

Current Status: None.

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Sub-Type:None.

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Weaponry

Fighting Style: Halfling.

Trained Weapon: Shovel and assorted burglar tools.

Favored Weapon: Shovel.

Archery: A slingshot.

 

Biography

Parents: Julianna and Bolo Willowbottom.

Siblings: Roxxane and Fosco.

Children: Mumbo Willowbottom (currently training at the Cloud Temple with his Uncle Bungo)

Extended Family: Richard and Bungo.

Pet(s): Assorted cats and a racing pig.

 

History

 

Fumble was the adopted son of the Elder Bolo Willowbottom in Lenfarthing. He spent most of his life isolated  from other children, with his brother off playing with the older Lenfarthing kids and his sister off studying baking at the Halfling Food College for Lady Hobbits. Due to most of his company being adult male halflings Fumble soon became accustomed to speaking loudly, relaxing with a pipe, drinking in excess, and most of all having a fear of the outside world. On a summer evening Bolo decided that it was time his children learn what it was like in the outside world. Packing second breakfast, lunch, second and third lunch, as well as dinner the father and two sons set off to the outside world, passing under the great mountains that surrounded the secluded farthing. After passing through a strange crevice in the mountains, the halfling family found themselves surrounded by massive buildings and large men whacking at the ground with stone farming tools. "They are doing it all wrong lads, take no'e tha' t' bigg'uns never learned how to till properly," their father noted. The halfling children had never felt paved stone on their feet before, inspecting the odd roads with a childish curiosity. The Halfling Children were introduced to the Orenian Queen, a friend of Bolo's. After a fight broke out in the Orenian towns, the father quickly rushed his children off back to the safety of the village. Fumble's only glimpse of the outside world was quite horrific, and it stopped him and his brother from ever leaving for a long time. One day Fumble returned from fishing by Lighthouse Lane and was waddling towards the tavern only to find a horrific scene. Men in dark strange metal clothes with massive butter knives were chopping at halflings running around screaming. They snatched up a few halflings, stuffed them in a sack, and marched off down the road. On their armor was a strange man, upside down with red clothes and white arms and face. Posco Bramble emerged from a bush to find Fumble crying behind the picnic table, he explained that the men, bigg'uns from the North, were of the family Blackmont and they lived in a massive burrow where they made massive knives called swords, and they liked to cut up gentlefolk for a life. The Blackmonts had been shouting about putting the halfling captives to work as a slave regiment in an upcoming war...

TO BE CONTINUED

  

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[Kaiser 1363]

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[Free The Hobbits 859]

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