Glomm Perkins
Glomm Danger Perkins
A towering boulder of a man who seems to be more muscle than brains. Dressed in tattered & dirty common clothing. His dirty apron hangs from his shoulders by two straps that are groaning and beginning to fray against his sheer bulk. Always chomped down on a fat cigar and usually with a cold tankard of his own brew by his side (this man is not a believer of not dabbling in ones supply) Glomm runs his pub half pissed, half cut on whatever chems he can get his fat sausage fingers on but manages to keep everyone under control and some how the cogs continue to turn.
Is incredibly respected amongst all Armadans, if not somewhat feared. Stories of his victories and accomplishments are many and most are not keen on finding out if they are anything more than stories. Once he likes you, Glomm is a loyal friend but all men have a price and Glomm has a weakness for coin.
Is incredibly respected amongst all Armadans, if not somewhat feared. Stories of his victories and accomplishments are many and most are not keen on finding out if they are anything more than stories. Once he likes you, Glomm is a loyal friend but all men have a price and Glomm has a weakness for coin.
Mental characteristics
Employment
Owns and runs Glomm's Kemt, a pub on Armada in Garwater Riding.
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Dark steel-grey eyes that are constantly furrowed into a frown. His left eye is always squinting.
Hair
Bald
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tanned
Height
6'8
Weight
120kg
