A Feline Adventurer, trying to turn the world around. Or at least score himself some fish.
- Age
- 42
- Date of Birth
- 16 Tarsakh
- Gender
- Male
- Eyes
- Green
- Hair
- Tortoise shell with white patches
- Skin Tone/Pigmentation
- Furry
- Height
- 9 inches
- Weight
- 9lbs
In a darkened corner of the shank however, a figure sits leaning back at a table, his face and features hidden in the dark shadows cast by the few lights actually lit tonight. On the table in front of him sits a cat, also mostly hidden in the shadow as it sits with righteous self importance, leaving only a black tail and white feet visible. This figure, sitting motionless in the shadows, seems to be halfway through telling the story of his arrival in Kantas to the few drunkards who had gathered around his table.
".... for years we travelled together. Me and that beautiful maiden with the golden hair. Years.... and the sights we saw, oh... many a brave soul could not attest to the deeds we did. Those I've told you so far are but half of the great legacy I have carved out in my name but she.... she was my one true prize through it all.... BARKEEP! Bring me some milk for my friend here"
A few faces around the shank turn to see the commotion, Jedd himself a little annoyed at being barked at in his own bar but nonetheless goes about fetching some milk, casting a disapproving look to the cat on the table. First there's a pup running about the place, now cats as well....
"But alas, as the great tales are wont to go, mine was fraught with tragedy as well. For you see I was betrayed and lost the things I held most dear...."
Jedd strolls over and dumps a chipped saucer of lumpy looking milk on the table, which the cat immediately begins drinking from. The stranger, however sits in silence for an awkward amount of time....
"Well? Out wit it mate, ya cant leaf a story 'alf done!" One of the drunks shouts from the assembled people, stunning a few in the process from the awkward silence....
"TWAS A SIMPLE TASK! One the likes my station should hardly have bothered with but one we nonetheless set upon. For truly it is my great duty to be the bearer of light in these dark times for all people!
Passing through a small township, we were hired to rid them of some local bandits said to be hiding out in a nearby cave. A simple task! We even had a guide from the town show us the way. But this was to be my undoing. For upon arrival at the cave, they did spring a trap! The town was not being accosted by these brigands but were indeed in league with them! They surrounded us and before I knew it... my dear Maylin was cut down before my eyes. As so too was mine own honour cut down, for seeing her fall I did relinquish the sacred duty bestowed to me from the Heavens and set about undoing them with extreme malice, the likes of which have left that place scarred and devoid of life..."
There is another tense pause
"Tis not a soul alive today who can claim to be birthed of that wretched town. And that is my great sin. No more did the heavens send their guiding Angel's to speak to me. Worse still, on my return home, they saw fit to take the life of Bermund too...
And now I am cursed to wander the land in this abhorrent form while I seek redemption and a means to return to my former glory. I may be but a discarded relic of the Gods but let it be known that I, BERANWALD RAEGENDAR VON GRIMBURN, THIRD OF HIS NAME, SON OF BRITHNOTH VON GRIMBURN AND DIRECT DESCENDANT OF THE GREAT FIRE MAGE BEORNFRITH GRIM, CHOSEN OF THE GODS, WILL RISE AGAIN!!!"
As the story finishes in a triumphant cry, the cat on the table jumps down and bolts out into the night, leaving the group of rapt listeners staring at this shadowy figure, still eerily still in the shadows throughout this entire encounter. A few moments pass before one of the group speaks up:
"What are you gonna do now mister.... Brian... summint?..... hello? Oi, you alright?"
The drunk stands and steps closer, finally seeing the figures face...
"..... Dave? What the hell man, you had us going there! OI, WAKE UP!"
"Umph, ow, wot's dat for?
"What ya playin at, telling us a story like that? Ev'ryone knows your just an odd job at the docks, what's all this sh**e about names and adventures. And what's with the bloody cat?"
"Wossat? What cat? Wot you going on about?"
Appearance
Physical Description
Greebo has the physique of a somewhat large domesticated cat.
Body Features
4 legs, claws, a tail and whiskers
Physical quirks
Scar on his nose and a nicked ear
Apparel & Accessories
A small custom made backpack with a rhinestone cat face embellished on it. He also has a matching cape with hood (including space for his ears) and a simple cat collar holding a shiny stone.
Special abilities
Napping, Mouse hunting
Mentality
Personal history
Beranwald, or as he is more commonly known now (Thanks to a young girl with a lisp), Greebo has what he considers to be the classic Hero's backstory; A handsome and brave young man in the prime of his life, cut down by tragedy and forced to overcome his shortcomings to rise to greatness.
The overcoming shortcomings is still in the works of course but he is adamant he is on the path to true greatness.
While he has suffered tragedy, in the form of the deaths of both his lover and a close family member, the real downward spiral his life took was a self inflicted affair, abandoning his ideals and falling from grace before wallowing in self pity and doubt leading to an accident and new life as a common house cat.
It took several years of sulking, a feat only enhanced in this form, before he finally decided to do something about his life and try to find new meaning for himself, discovering that while his new body had lost the abilities of his old one, it came with some new ones of its own.
Education
Greebo is well educated as befitting his station in his homeland.
Employment
Adventurer for hire in the Dawnlands and One of the resident Cats at the Thirsty Dragon (A position he himself pays for the privilege of having)
Accomplishments & Achievements
Bested an alley cat in one on one combat
"Honestly, you should have seen it, more beast than cat. Massive with a manic look in its eyes... It was the kind of creature who would hold up the burliest of men for their wallet, spend their hard earned coin on food that's then only thrown away for the sheer pleasure of watching a man suffer such a pointless and confusing loss... He was an absolute savage... Even his name sounded crazy... Billy!"
Mental Trauma
Becoming a house cat.
Being eaten alive by Cave monsters.
Intellectual Characteristics
Greebo is quiet and thoughtful in most of his encounters, a trait he hopes gives him an air of intelligence and purposeful thought. While he is those things, part of his quiet nature stems from a attempt to maintain his humanity and not give in to his feline impulses. Something he doesn't always quite manage.
Although he manages to focus under stress, it's when he is relaxed that these feline impulses seem to take over, presenting in numerous ways, such as;
- Hunting small creatures
- Chasing lights
- Knocking small objects from tables
- Scratching the furniture
- an insatiable curiosity, particularly around closed doors
- a desire to climb up to high places and hide
Morality & Philosophy
Greebo is driven by two simple ideals:
- A desire to do good by helping people.
- A desire to atone for his past.
person.sexuality
Asexual
Taboos
Water. He isn't actually sure why though. He loved swimming in his youth but since becoming a cat he has developed an inordinate disdain for water.
Dogs are also troublesome, not that he doesn't like dogs, but that dogs only see a cat.
Known Languages
Common, Elvish, Celestial
Personality
The major events and journals in Beranwald's history, from the beginning to today.
The list of amazing people following the adventures of Beranwald.
Social
Current Residence
The Thirsty Dragon, Port Ffirst
Religious Views
Greebo is a begrudging follower of Helm.
Previously a devotee to Helm, he personally blames Helm for his misfortunes and currant stature in life. He does however, still try to hold his ideals and may on occasion seek advice from the deity, leaving himself in an odd position between faith and disdain.
Hobbies & Pets
Greebo is not allowed to have pets, partly as most people seem to see him as a pet. he himself would like to own a bird but has not dared to invest any time into finding one, in case he accidentally eats it one day.