CAPTAIN GRIMM

[madcaptaingrimm]

hoist the black!    GRIMM,    the CAPTAIN of the KRAKEN,    has arrived in nassau.    the whispers about the ship say that he’s allied with PIRATES and is PROTECTIVE,    but can also be RUTHLESS.    that is,    unless you threaten HIS FREEDOM.    beware the black spot. 

(ree, 28, pst, she/her, none)

theme song    :    man overboard    -    puscifer 

bio    :

wip

dossier    :    

given name     :     ▇▇▇▇▇▇  ▇▇▇▇▇▇

pronounced    :    go fuck yourself

nickname     :    grimm

age    :    thiry nine

birthdate    :    april 13

gender id    :    cis man

pronouns    :   he / his

affiliation    :     pirates  /  the kraken

occupation   :   captain

birthplace    :    ireland

current location    :    nassau

languages    :    english,    gaelic,    french

sexual orientation    :    bisexual

romantic orientation    :    biromantic

faceclaim    :    pablo schreiber

height    :    195cm / 6'5"

weight    :    93kg / 205lbs

build    :    athletic

dominant hand    :    left

hair    :    red;    messy curls;   sides shaved

eyes    :    hazel;    gold flakes

facial hair   :   short beard; stubbled

voice    :    soft gravel;    tempered;    subtle irish accent

other traits    :    crooked nose;   generalized scarring across his face and body;   tattooed ( neck, forearms, back, thigh, ribs )

intelligence    :    exceedingly clever,   strong strategic understanding,    focused and observant,    socially sharp,    aware of other's motivations

positive traits    :   protective,    ambitious,    vehement,    sagacious

negative traits    :    volatile,    ruthless,    impulsive,    violent

moral alignment    :    chaotic neutral

mbti    :   commander   (  entj - t )

[madcaptaingrimm]

who    :    open

where    :    the tavern

when    :    late evening

The sun had long since gone to rest beneath Nassau's horizon,    casting it's streets dark with shifting shadows,    and echoing with the chatter of those who thrived within them.    Grimm counts himself among those who did,    a fixture atop his perch at the tavern's bar as he was most nights when The Kraken and his crew docked for a time.     A half-empty whiskey bottle hangs loose at his side between clutched fingers,    which he draws up to swollen lips   ( a memento of the previous night's disagreement )   for a swig.    A gold coin plays between the fingers of the other,    back and forth and back again in a smooth,    practiced motion.    

His gaze shifts sideways then,    noticing from his periphery a pair of observant eyes lingering next to him,    "better get t' shakin' your head,    friend    —    otherwise your eyes'll get stuck that way.    It's rude to stare.    Or hasn't anyone told you that?"

[madcaptaingrimm]

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