Post by fred on Oct 15, 2009 12:26:13 GMT -6
Name: Fredovik Sandalov Erik Greenbottom, or Fred
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Race: Gnome
Hails From: Cascentra
Ranking: No rank, but if you ask him, you'll get an earful.
Weapons: His spade, you better watch out, weeds!
Abilities: He can make things grow with a touch of his hand, he can touch a pile of sand or clay and turn it into fertile soil with which to grow. And that's about it. He can heal a plant, but don't ask him to mend any broken bones. He doesn't seem to have the ability to shut his wife up, which frustrates him painfully.
Companions: Oh lordy, don't even ask. It's his naggy, pompus, good-for-nothing house-wife that won't leave him alone for two seconds! (in her defense, she'll say the same about him.)
Occupation: Gardener, slave of his wife, etc.
Appearance: He's short, only about two and a half feet tall, and with his pointy hat (its uniform for gardeners, apparently) he can make 3 feet. He has short, white hair, and a long white beard that falls to the top of his belt- which has gone prematurely white, thank you, and he blames his family, including his wife and his unemployed son who lives with them along with his wife and their 6 kids. He's sort of pudgy now in his later years, and a little wrinkly around his bright blue eyes.
Once he was at market and was mortified when he saw a statue of himself and no one asked for permission to sculpt him. (picture by me coming soon)
Personality: He's an old grump through and through. He doesn't like to help any body, he doesn't like to do what's more of his share, however, his work is never less than immaculate. He takes pride in his job as a gardener, and he works his tail off only to come home to a houseful of people, who, in his opinion didn't work like him and therefore didn't work at all. Then his wife nags at him all night to wash the outside windows, to patch the thatched roof, to help her with the laundry and wash the dishes after dinner, then read all six grandchildren different stories before they go to bed. And then when he goes to sleep at night, his wife is a cold fish and the only time he gets any is on their anniversary. You'd be a grump too.
History: Fred was born to a pair of gnomes, his mother was the sweetest gnome lady ever, and his father, though a hard ass, was a hard working gnome who put the food on the table. He had three brothers and one sister. Life was fine. Then as a young gnome of 15 in Gnomish School he met a pretty young gnome, and little did he know, he was in for a lifetime of bother (er... Happiness). While they courted, it was magical, he couldn't get enough of her, so he married her when he was 18. There ends his life.
Unfortunately, he had an afterlife. He was imprisoned in a tiny one bedroom cottage with "the love of his life" and not even a year after they were married, they had their first son. Being that it was a one bedroom, the crying, squaling baby was enough to make any man go mad. And every day Fred got up at dawn, rubbed his eyes, got dressed in uniform and went to work. Everyday he came home at dusk or whenever the gardens were finished, worked on his own garden at home, then got nagged by his wife, ate dinner, and went to bed. Occasionally there did happen to be some fun stuff in the bedroom, because a year and a half after their first son, their second son was born. Followed by a daughter, then a son, then another daughter.
Soon all of his free time was taking care of the children, going to their activities and dealing with their dramas along with his own. Most of all, children cost a lot of money. So he had to work longer and harder than before.
One of the happiest moments in his life was when his youngest moved out. And then his second son, already married, mind you, moved back in because he couldn't hold the gardening job that Fred got him. With him came their six children. The lovey dovey aura between is son and daughter-in-law is almost sicking. Of course his wife thinks is cute, and thinks its wonderful to have children in the house again. Fred doesn't even get to sit in his own chair anymore. He has to share it with the grandchildren's guinea pig. Everyone thinks is sooo hilarious that the fuzzy rat-like creature likes Fred's favorite chair so much. Except Fred. Yeah, you'd be a grump too.
Fred heard about some kind of adventuring thing, and applied for the first vacation in his life. Some time away from the family and the wife might be good... unless she decides to come along for some "romantic" get away...
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Race: Gnome
Hails From: Cascentra
Ranking: No rank, but if you ask him, you'll get an earful.
Weapons: His spade, you better watch out, weeds!
Abilities: He can make things grow with a touch of his hand, he can touch a pile of sand or clay and turn it into fertile soil with which to grow. And that's about it. He can heal a plant, but don't ask him to mend any broken bones. He doesn't seem to have the ability to shut his wife up, which frustrates him painfully.
Companions: Oh lordy, don't even ask. It's his naggy, pompus, good-for-nothing house-wife that won't leave him alone for two seconds! (in her defense, she'll say the same about him.)
Occupation: Gardener, slave of his wife, etc.
Appearance: He's short, only about two and a half feet tall, and with his pointy hat (its uniform for gardeners, apparently) he can make 3 feet. He has short, white hair, and a long white beard that falls to the top of his belt- which has gone prematurely white, thank you, and he blames his family, including his wife and his unemployed son who lives with them along with his wife and their 6 kids. He's sort of pudgy now in his later years, and a little wrinkly around his bright blue eyes.
Once he was at market and was mortified when he saw a statue of himself and no one asked for permission to sculpt him. (picture by me coming soon)
Personality: He's an old grump through and through. He doesn't like to help any body, he doesn't like to do what's more of his share, however, his work is never less than immaculate. He takes pride in his job as a gardener, and he works his tail off only to come home to a houseful of people, who, in his opinion didn't work like him and therefore didn't work at all. Then his wife nags at him all night to wash the outside windows, to patch the thatched roof, to help her with the laundry and wash the dishes after dinner, then read all six grandchildren different stories before they go to bed. And then when he goes to sleep at night, his wife is a cold fish and the only time he gets any is on their anniversary. You'd be a grump too.
History: Fred was born to a pair of gnomes, his mother was the sweetest gnome lady ever, and his father, though a hard ass, was a hard working gnome who put the food on the table. He had three brothers and one sister. Life was fine. Then as a young gnome of 15 in Gnomish School he met a pretty young gnome, and little did he know, he was in for a lifetime of bother (er... Happiness). While they courted, it was magical, he couldn't get enough of her, so he married her when he was 18. There ends his life.
Unfortunately, he had an afterlife. He was imprisoned in a tiny one bedroom cottage with "the love of his life" and not even a year after they were married, they had their first son. Being that it was a one bedroom, the crying, squaling baby was enough to make any man go mad. And every day Fred got up at dawn, rubbed his eyes, got dressed in uniform and went to work. Everyday he came home at dusk or whenever the gardens were finished, worked on his own garden at home, then got nagged by his wife, ate dinner, and went to bed. Occasionally there did happen to be some fun stuff in the bedroom, because a year and a half after their first son, their second son was born. Followed by a daughter, then a son, then another daughter.
Soon all of his free time was taking care of the children, going to their activities and dealing with their dramas along with his own. Most of all, children cost a lot of money. So he had to work longer and harder than before.
One of the happiest moments in his life was when his youngest moved out. And then his second son, already married, mind you, moved back in because he couldn't hold the gardening job that Fred got him. With him came their six children. The lovey dovey aura between is son and daughter-in-law is almost sicking. Of course his wife thinks is cute, and thinks its wonderful to have children in the house again. Fred doesn't even get to sit in his own chair anymore. He has to share it with the grandchildren's guinea pig. Everyone thinks is sooo hilarious that the fuzzy rat-like creature likes Fred's favorite chair so much. Except Fred. Yeah, you'd be a grump too.
Fred heard about some kind of adventuring thing, and applied for the first vacation in his life. Some time away from the family and the wife might be good... unless she decides to come along for some "romantic" get away...