Gregwald

Gregwald

Name Gregwald
Status
Active
Occupation
Anything from being useless to being not so useless
Age
Late teens? Early twenties? Certainly not growing old
Race
Man
Residence
The Forsaken Inn or the homely house of some very kind people around Bree
Kinship
Outward Appearance

Blessed with a good-looking boyish face, an everlasting good mood and the misconception that his luck will never run out Gregwald spends his days without a single worry in the world.
He favors wearing a loose white smock, a pair of gray breeches and a pair of soft leather boots.
One of his notable but not very useful skills is the art of whistling which he claims to have perfected.
Being a lazy arse he depends on his good luck to make it through life. It worked so far, twenty one years and counting.

Background

Gregwald hails from Dale and he is the only and precious son of Miss Daisy and who knows who.

 

 

Friends
Ennaid, Catalinna, Kimbell, Sairona aka Silver, Maeredae, Garret, Nyraewyn and many others including anyone buying him a drink
Relatives
None in Bree
Rivals/Enemies
None around Bree thank goodness!
Loves
Miss Daisy, Dale, girls, mead, company, jokes, stars, birds and many many other things that keep him constantly distracted
Hates
He is too busy being distracted to hate anything
Motivation
He has no motivation at all. But he would like to return to Dale one day.
Quotes
It was a misunderstanding!

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