Wiberic

Wiberic Ruddyfoot

Name Wiberic
Status
Active
Occupation
Brandy Badger
Age
Late tweens
Race
Hobbit
Residence
3 Chalk Road, Songburrow, The Shire
Kinship
Outward Appearance

Wiberic—or "Wib" as those close know him—has the fresh face of a tween, his family's prominent ginger hair and blue eyes that usually hold a bit of mischief. He's a bumbling, knockabout sort of lad.

Background

Wiberic Palado Brando Sandybanks-Ruddyfoot (crikey!) was the first squalling bundle born to Waldoc Ruddyfoot of the Quick Post and wife Dorabella Sandybanks in the Westfarthing. Daffodil Honey "Daffney", his twin sister, noisily followed.

The Ruddyfoots a-plenty, with a generous extended family made up of the Sandybanks, the twins grew to tweens alongside cousin Paladric, who was more akin to an older brother.

Hearing of bolder hobbits than him doing outlandish and cracked things, Wib quietly rooted for them amongst the finicky folk around him. He kept hushed dreams of adventuring beyond the bounds, although a lack of nerve and staunch attachment the Shire held him back. He was affable enough, however, and his Ruddyfeet were swift 'uns, so it seemed his lot in life would be to follow his father into the Quick Post. Except his innate clumsiness went hand-in-hand with his talent for misplacing letters, and so the days of Wiberic the Quick Post apprentice were numbered.

Wib found himself aimless, stuck in a rut and restless over the disappearance of cousin Paladric after a hiccup courtship. He imagined going on a search past the bounds for his cousin, if nerve was a thing he possessed. But nerve wasn't something that came natural. It was only with a bit of a shove from his friends that he put his name forward for Deputy Mayor of Oldfurlong, immediately regretting it. Red-faced, grudging, wanting to shrink behind a great oak, he fumbled through an on-the-spot speech to the eager crowd. A speech singularly designed to sabotage his chances—only to have the cracked hobbit gathering find his honesty becoming of a candidate and voted him in anyway! Although undertaken reluctantly, the post afforded him many friends and a much needed nudge with his nerve besides, so it was as reluctantly that he eventually stepped down. 

Those mayor days brought the ginger hobbit into the fine-if-cracked company of the Grand Order of the Lost Mathom. No longer does he shirk when grumpy old hobbits are afoot. Now he has a wander in search of his cousin instead of thinking about it. Now he toots and strums with the Brandy Badgers and likes occasionally being dragged into adventure, which he documents in drawings, while steadfastly anchored home to The Shire.

Friends
The Shenanigan nieces, much to the dismay of their uncle Matzo, Potty, Lina and the rest of the Mathomer lot, Acorne and many, many other fine hobbits and other sorts.
Relatives
Twin: Daffney
Cousins: Paladric & Demelsa
Grandfather: Palado
Rivals/Enemies
His own lumbering feet.
Loves
Raspberry jam,, art, music, plays, fishing, books of heroic deeds.
Hates
An empty stomach.
Motivation
The Shire, company, laughter.
Quotes
"How do!"

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