A Brandy Badger & Illustrator
Wiberic Palado Brando Sandybanks-Ruddyfoot (crikey, what a mouthful!) was the first squalling bundle to be born to Waldoc Ruddyfoot of the Quick Post and Dorabella Sandybanks in the Westfarthing. Minutes later, his twin sister, Daffodil Honey "Daffney" followed. They grew up alongside Paladric, who was more akin to an older brother than cousin.
Hearing of bolder hobbits than him doing outlandish and cracked things, Wib often dreamed of being adventuring beyond the bounds, although his nerves and unfaltering loyalty to the Shire held him back. He was affable enough, however, and his Ruddyfeet were swift 'uns, so he followed his father Waldoc into the Quick Post. It seemed that this would be his lot in life. Except his innate clumsiness didn't really go hand-in-hand with his talent for misplacing letters, his days as an Quick Post apprentice numbered.
It was only with a bit of a shove from his friends that he put his name forward for Deputy Mayor of Oldfurlong, regretting it at once. Red-faced, grudging, wanting to shrink behind a great oak, he fumbled through an on-the-spot speech to the eager crowd. It was a speech singularly designed to sabotage his chances—he'd make a useless mayor as he'd get most everything wrong and his feet "smell like old cheese" beside. Naturally, the cracked hobbit gathering thought his honesty was becoming of a candidate and voted him in anyway! He took to it reluctantly, but the post afforded him friends a-plenty so it was as reluctantly that he eventually stepped down.
Since his mayor days, he has chipped away at his lack of confidence, stepping into more of a reluctant take-charge role when it's required of him and falling into the fine-if-cracked company of the Grand Order of the Lost Mathom. No longer does he cower at the sight of his own shadow, run for the hills when grumpy old hobbits are afoot, or squeak at the pop of a sudden firework. Now he toots and strums with the Brandy Badgers and likes quietly being dragged into an occasional adventure, but always feels the pull back home to The Shire. Of an evening he finds himself illustrating their hushed adventures and by day he illustrates goings on for the local papers and books.
His own lumbering feet.
Raspberry jams, drawing, playing in the Brandy Badgers, putting on plays, fishing, books of heroic deeds.
An empty stomach.