Post by Grifs on Jan 6, 2008 20:52:04 GMT
Dig out your true colors:
What we can call you: Stacey
Age: Eighteen
How long have you been Roleplaying for? Three months
Preferred contact: PM, email
What we can call you: Stacey
Age: Eighteen
How long have you been Roleplaying for? Three months
Preferred contact: PM, email
I say, look at those ears:
Full Name: Grifs
Nicknames: Grumpy, the weirdo with the beardo, The All Knowing Elder
Age: One thousand, eight hundred and seventy three
Gender: Male
Type: Cannon
Race: Dwarf
Status: Rich
Likes: [5+]
+Faerie Dust
+His Beard
+His pipe
+Dirt
+Lyre
+Wine
+Squirrels
Dislikes: [5+]
-Clean shaven people
-Being wrong
-Being told he is wrong
-Stupid people
-Broken things
Fears: [3+]
=Losing his power
=Losing Faridae
=Losing his beard
Hair: Long brown
Eyes: Big and blue
Height: Five foot, two inches
Weight: Slightly on the porky side
Other: [This is things like scars, tattoos and piercings.]
Picture:
Brief Personality: Grifs is a strange sort of dwarf. He loves the company of himself and that is when he is at his happiest. Well, apart from when he is smoking Faerie Dust. Faerie dust is his addiction but a good one, he can control it. In fact he can control most of his emotions, suppressing his hatred for people is the most common for him. This is mainly because he doesn't like stupid people and he feels he is surrounded by them. This is mainly because he has the highest intelligence of all of the dwarfs. But this intelligence and hate for stupid people is usually seen as a grumpy behaviour.
Grifs does have a friendly side to him, mainly seen when he is with his only friend, Faridae. He can be vary considerate and actually listen to what you have to say. He is also very easily entertained. Usually by something as small as an insect. This is his very childish behaviour which also seen when he throws a temper tantrum if anyone disagrees with him. Although he does love it when people disagree so he can have a reason to throw a temper tantrum, mainly because he loves to be a child. This childish behaviour sometimes makes him look as if he isn't the intelligent, but more of a moany old man.
Brief History: Grifs was born under the brightness of the summer sun. At the age of two he was walking, talking, reading and writing. Very strange for a dwarf, especially one with parents who were constantly spaced out on faerie dust. He was pretty much ignored by his parents, but there was one woman, an old lady. A clairvoyant. She predicted that he would be the smartest in the land and this would make him the next Elder. He obviously did believe it and watched as the crazy old lady stumbled off. He was soon distracted by a squirrel and got back to his normal daily routines.
As he grew up he could tell his parents were getting ill. He tried to make them better but as they refused treatment, he had no other choice. When his parents finally died, he was left all on his on. That's when he met that mad old lady once again and she gave him an amulet that he needed to go to the city with. Living on the outskirts of the town, this was a bit of an adventure for Grifs, but he was truly up to it. When he arrived in town people ogled him as if they had never seen a dwarf before, but they obviously had because they were dwarfs themselves. He handed the amulet to a person of authority and found out he was destined to e an Elder.
Seven hundred and three years ago he stumbled across a new born faerie, one that would soon be his best friend. He raised the faerie as if it was his own pet and knew that they would one day be great and that day came sooner than they thought. A few days later, Grifs was announced as the next Elder and taken to the court of Dwarf's where all decisions where made. He was happy that he was finally getting some attention, but sometimes his methods are seen as odd, but you can not argue with them.
Roleplay Sample: Grifs sat upon his lovely comfortable chair where people would visit him to ask their questions. He had his long brown robe one and was enjoying the scene outside the window. There was a little squirrel who looked as if he was dancing and this cause him to have a small chuckle to himself. He looked down at the little supply of faerie dust in his possession and wondered where Faridae was up to these days. Oh, he loved that name, after all he did give it to her. She was almost like a daughter...one with wings and an endless supply of faerie dust. He watched as the squirrel bounded off and his childish grin turned in to a sad face. He wanted it to come back.
Grifs looked at his hand and sighed, there was nothing left to entertain him anymore and he needed some fun, and quick before he went crazy with boredom. He looked down and saw his beard and a smile covered his face. He slowly raised his hand to his chin and started to stroke his beard lightly as he thought of what he could do next. His rather large alien-like blue eyes seemed to light up as he realised what he could do. He could try and write a new tune on his lyre and put words to it. Then he started to wonder what kind of lyrics he would put to it. He laughed out loud once again as he thought of something crazy. His loud childish laugh seemed to echo around this empty place.
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