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meet patrick grimm. he’s thirty-five years old. his pronouns are he/him. he looks a lot like richard madden. his bio is open.

patrick is a super-human with enhanced enhanced dexterity and magma mimicry.

BIO

TW: alcohol, promiscuity, violence

pat is the middle of the three grimms siblings and has built is reputation on being fair until crossed

because of his anger and abilities, he’s become a sort of enforcer. his siblings usually turn to him to take care of someone causing problems or to collect a debt

patrick is extremely loyal to his siblings and bandits; he wouldn’t hesitate to take down anyone who was ballsy enough to try and go against them

often times you can find him at his sisters strip club, drinking whiskey and getting lap dances. he’s a bit of an alcoholic though no one seems to question him about it. probably because they’d get a flaming hot magma fist to the face

fighting, promiscuity, and drinking distract him from the pain of losing his wife in the war. against his pleading, she chose to stand with their kind and fight. he was by her side when she took her last breath. even after 5 years, the pain still feels fresh. nightmares often plague him.

HEADACANONS

Traveling with a group was still a little foreign to Llyr. Arriving at Balgud, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do. It seemed the others in the group all had plans or destinations of their own in mind. Either that, or perhaps he had just gotten distracted by a sight and the next thing he knew, he was separated from the others. He was fairly certain, though, that he wasn’t the first to break off from the rest of the group. So it was probably fine that he had lost track of them. He would just catch up to them later.

In an effort to look like he had something to do, like he had purpose, Llyr stopped at an archway. The architecture was impressive, that was genuine. He ran a gentle hand up one of the beams, delicate and ornate. To think this had been mined out of the very earth... Discreetly, he cast Detect Magic, more out of idle curiosity than anything else. Nothing -- at least in the immediate area, the town was devoid of magic. Some distance away, at the edge of the spells reach, there was a faint pulse of an aura, but that was likely Ophelia, or Sylvar, or one of the others of the Gambit.

Looking up, he shielded his eyes against the slant rays of sun. To think -- all this done with likely no magic at all...