NAME: Gregory Eeyore HOMETOWN: la Ciudad de Rosas OCCUPATION: Stable hand / Farrier YOUR WISH: The ability to communicate with animals. WHAT YOU GAVE UP: The ability to speak his native tongue. YOUR UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCE: It's becoming harder and harder to communicate with humans at all. Slowly Gregory is starting to lose the ability to understand human spoken language, written language and even body language - a slow decline into the inability to communicate effectively with any human. LOYALIST/REBEL/OTHER: Loyalist (?) Biography:
The son of a Stable-owner, Gregory had always grown up around animals - particularly horses. He'd had a soft spot for the creatures all of his life, always paying extra attention to of all the horses within their care. He'd also always had a knack of hunting down stray animals that roamed within the city, beckoning them back home with him until his parents demanded he stopped bringing back extra mouths to feed.
Even still, cats, dogs - even the occasional rodent were always nursed back to health and passed stray food whenever Gregory could afford it.
So it was no surprise that Gregory knew he was going to grow up to take over for his father, learning the farrier trade and becoming quite accustomed to working with the large animals. More so - it was absolutely no surprise when his eighteenth birthday came and Gregory's first instinct of a wish was to be able to communicate with the animals he worked with every single day. What was the lack of being able to speak with 'people' who treated him and animals around him so terribly anyways. Especially if he could still just... learn another language at some point or... write whatever he needed down or just gesture.
....Except - sometimes he finds his fingers stilling on paper, unable to recall how to say the words he's trying to say. Even worse... sometimes he stares at people like they've sprouted nonsense at him because he can't fathom a word of what they'd just said.
...surely they're just uh... not from around here...right?













