Character Bio: Granny Feldspar
She/Her Race: Dragonborn Class: Barbarian
Found usually in the kitchens or fluffing the pillows in the dorms is an old copper dragonborn humming away. Her scales are beginning to blue with oxidized age and her snout's been battered by time. She's always wearing some flower patterened knit-shawl over loose pastel clothes.
This is Grandma Feldspar. No first name given she's just Granny if you need. Cookie-baker extraordinaire and pretty handy with her knitting needles (aim for the eyes if you need to dearie). Now you may be asking what a sweetheart like her is doing handing cookies out of her designated bag-of-holding-cookies-only to a guild full of chaotic ruffians and questionable characters. And then you'd probably notice the knuckle-dusters on her belt or the gleam in her eyes as someone throws the first punch.
Yeah, Granny isn't what she seems. For one, she's RIPPED, there's a toned body under those pastels and when she flexes her sleeves are in danger. Now the sweetness and care is earnest, and she does truly enjoy being a Grandma, but old Feldspar is... well... not as old as she seems.
She was a bit of a problem child when a fey carnival came around, and sneaking out of orphanages was her specialty. Asking a fey to help her grow up, that's just classic Feldspar foolishness I fear.
On the brightside! She did not have to deal with orphanages anymore! On the downside, everyone kept trying to send her to a nursing home.
Not to worries, Feldspar was a tenacious one, and shortly after realizing her new form didn't fully limit her movement or joy, she decided to make the best of it (it helped that she didn't have to go back to the orphanage anymore! ha-HA!!). Her new body was achy, but was also far stronger and held more potential than her smaller one. Everyone still underestimated her, but she rather liked that. Now-old Feldspar carved out a decent life for herself... in an illegal fighting ring. She became well known as the Grand Grandma and spent years living for the heat of a ring fight. A grand clash of pure ability and will. It gave her purpose, joy, and something that she was good at. She loved it.
So when it was busted a few years later, and a very old dragonborn appeared in court, she was spared jail time and sent somewhere far worse:
Sunny Acres Home for the Elderly
Kept under constant survellaince and subjected to the brutal torment of crochet and bingo. But, Feldspar once more tried to make the best of it. She learned the crucial skills of grandma-ing, and found joy in baking her favorite cookies and knitting poorly designed sweaters. She found new rivals in the local residents Charlotte, Karen, Sharon, and Margaret, but even that gave Feldspar some competition to look forward too.
Unfortunately, despite Granny Feldspar's appearence, she did not age the same as her rivals… or her friends, and within the decade she once more found herself alone, with no one to critique her poor crochet skills, point out when she dropped a stitch. It was a terrible torture to watch so many pass through and fade and she knew if she stayed... oh she just couldn't bear to keep watching it.
So Feldspar once more turned her attention to the great world that beckoned her forth. Equipped with her knitting needles (and her trusty knuckle dusters from her time in the ring) the Great Feldspar escaped her imprisonment, climbing the walls of Sunny Acres and heading out to spend the rest of her old age in adventure and glory. Falling into the feywild through a stray puddle was just a turn of good fortune. Several adventures later she found herself at the Spriggan's Head Guild, a place that appreciated both her baking skills and her love of the fight.
Now she bakes cookies for the collection of guild children and serenades them with stories. She's found a family in a younger gargoyle named Granite, and in this place of eternal adventure and wonder she doesn't have to worry about watching these people fade away in front of her.
Yes, here... she's finally found a home.
