Grayson, the Corrupt in a Good Way Lager
Sulahmisk followed his line of sight. "Great. Where do you propose we put him?"
- Sulahmisk
- Sulahmisk
He has the best intentions at least, mind focusing on the ‘greater good’, which would be his caravan and his bonded family. Even if this technically might make him a criminal too, well, why worry about it? He’s pretty good at weaseling himself out of trouble.
But he’s also tired. He’s been around the block a few times, and he knows how to do a good job, but his wits aren’t quite as sharp as they used to be and he’s ready to just find an easier way in life. That being said, an interesting scheme still tickles his fancy, even if he’s not quite sure he can pull it off anymore. He likes to ‘fix’ things that don’t necessarily need fixing as long as it makes him look good, particularly if he barely has to do anything.
When push comes to shove, he’s pretty likely to get shoved. A temporary loss, as he knows he’s not really able to fight back in his position. However, much like his queen, he’s prepared for the ‘long haul’. And boy is he vengeful. He will carefully stalk and learn his enemies darkest secrets before exposing them in such a way as to have him hailed the hero.
Everything about him seems to sag; bags under the eyes, some extra flesh around the joints, his belly, and even his humps. The dual humps seem to be slowly tilting to the left and even his ossicones seem to be slowly bending forward. His fur looks peppered with silvery grey, possibly from age, though most of it still retains a nice chocolate brown to it. Around his face, joints, and in between his humps is a smattering of white freckles. The lager he produces tastes like the cheapest beer you can find. It’s thankfully not weak, but it’s almost not worth drinking unless you’re desperate.
Inspired by: Dave Norton
But he’s also tired. He’s been around the block a few times, and he knows how to do a good job, but his wits aren’t quite as sharp as they used to be and he’s ready to just find an easier way in life. That being said, an interesting scheme still tickles his fancy, even if he’s not quite sure he can pull it off anymore. He likes to ‘fix’ things that don’t necessarily need fixing as long as it makes him look good, particularly if he barely has to do anything.
When push comes to shove, he’s pretty likely to get shoved. A temporary loss, as he knows he’s not really able to fight back in his position. However, much like his queen, he’s prepared for the ‘long haul’. And boy is he vengeful. He will carefully stalk and learn his enemies darkest secrets before exposing them in such a way as to have him hailed the hero.
Everything about him seems to sag; bags under the eyes, some extra flesh around the joints, his belly, and even his humps. The dual humps seem to be slowly tilting to the left and even his ossicones seem to be slowly bending forward. His fur looks peppered with silvery grey, possibly from age, though most of it still retains a nice chocolate brown to it. Around his face, joints, and in between his humps is a smattering of white freckles. The lager he produces tastes like the cheapest beer you can find. It’s thankfully not weak, but it’s almost not worth drinking unless you’re desperate.
Inspired by: Dave Norton