Percy Giffard

Percy Giffard

Percy Battle Ready

Relatives	Amabelle(Younger sister) Sybil (Older Sister) Lenard (Older Brother)
Languages	Common, Dwarvish
Affiliations	affiliation
Aliases	Fenro Dummon
Marital Status	Single
Place of Birth	Helmfirth
Species	Human
Gender	Male
Height	5' 11"
Weight	160
Eye Color	Hazel

Percy Giffard is a human Paladin

Physical Appearance

Percy is a very average non descript person and that is the way he likes it. His hair is brown and will very on the day or persona he is impersonating. Currently Percy has short hair with a little goatee. His eyes are a hazel color and seem to change with depending on the light.

Personality

Percy is very laid back and very charismatic. However his impulsive behavior has gotten him in sticky situations.

History

Fenro was born into a loving family in the town of Helmfirth. His family quickly grew to a family of 6. Fenro's mother, Rosalind, worked hard to take care of their family and needs. She spend long hours making pottery and helping out the local bakery. Fenro's father was always busy training the small towns people and when he was off, he was training his own children. He was an excellent swordsman but really shined with a glaive in his hand. He retired from the Seglock town guard and found Rosalind shortly after and set up home in Helmfirth. With both parents always busy, Fenro found at an early age that people are gullible and easy to exploit. He was constantly getting in trouble and weaseling his way out of it. Luckily Fenro's bother and 2 sisters were always around to help him.

Fenro youngest sister, Amabelle, is training to be a healer at the local church in Helmfirth.

Sybil is Fenro's older sister. She was a trained fighter and very successful, but now resides back in Helmfirth after suffering some horrible injuries during a Goblin ambush. Her injuries cause her to limp where ever she goes.

Lenard is the oldest and the smartest. He left to travel the world and uncover the secrets it holds. In the last letter Fenro read, Lenard was deep in the books in some library trying to unearth something ancient.

At an older age, Fenro was sent away to an University in Windermere where he attended very little classes, but instead gambled. He lost a lot of gold coins as he learn the ins and outs of cheating. His silver tongue and story telling allowed him to talk his way out of situations but also into ones where he did not belong. During this time, he made a lot of enemies. The most notable is the Moon Rats, An underground mob. At the core of Windermere were corrupted individuals who all were scared or supported the Moon Rats. They "Protected" shops if you paid their fee and if you didnt, crime always seemed to find you. Through his gambling endeavors Fenro ended up owing a lot of money to the Moon Rats. During one of his escapes, something changed in him. He still doesnt know what, but he feels different and it all happened when he helped those children. And that is when Percy Giffard was born. It gave him a hidden identity to hide from the Moon Rats.

Percy would go on to continue to do good things for the people he encountered on his travels. He started to love the feeling of being wanted and needed. And as he did these things, he felt more powers flowing through him. One time he saved a few children from a gang of kobolds. He helped protect a small town from an assault and now he is currently helping the Watchful Eye in Gammelgard.

Languages

Common and Dwarvish

Powers and Abilities

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Attacks and Weapons 

Glaive

Stories of the Great Percy Giffard

The Tale Of Percy Giffard's Birth

The night sky is filled with stars as the town of Windermere's lights dance across the smoke pouring out of the chimneys. The cold air bristles through the close alleys. Laughter, music and signing can be heard from the open window of The Drunken Goat. The outside is a modest two story tavern. Mostly made of brick covered in stucco, with wood supports. The Drunken Goat has seen some better days as the weather has eroded some of the stucco, the shutters hang a little wobbly, and mud splatters the baseboard around the outside. The heavy door swings outwards and a burst of warm air flows from inside. The tavern itself is packed. Passing traders seem to be the primary clientele here, which is often a good sign. Several long tables are occupied by what seems to be entire families, all enjoying the food, drinks and company of each other. The other, smaller tables are also occupied by people who clearly enjoy each other's company, though they seem to be strangers who have met here. Even most of the stools at the bar are occupied, though nobody seems to mind more company. The patrons are pushing past each other to get to open spaces or tables. A man and a lute can be seen over the crowd on a heavily used stage. Some are singing along, others are lost in conversation, but in the far corner, a group is getting very rowdy.

“You are cheating aren't ya, you little weasel!” Shouts a burly old half-orc. He slams his hands down onto the table and beer sloshes out of the cups. Cards and dice go scattering as the rest of the table turns their focus on a very normal human. He is a very average height, build, and face for a human. His black hair is medium length and pulled behind his ears. Panic is spreading across his stubbled face as he begins to respond. “Come on Bobak! We just met! I would never ever cheat you…” “Shut your trap. I know ya up to something.” He turns his gaze to the other men around the table. “Get em men. The Moon Rats will love my dear friend Fenro.” As the men begin sliding their chairs back, Fenro quickly pushes the table hard against Bobak, while moving his hands in a sweeping motion across the table. The drinks and cups fly towards the other men that were beginning to stand. Fenro quickly swipes the pot of money and begins to push his way through the crowded tavern. The cold air smacks him hard as he leaves the tavern. He doesn't stop to think but runs. Left, Right, Right, Left, through the alleys of Windermere. The houses are all dark and the walls seem to be squeezing in on Fenro. His breath is getting shallow as the cold begins to sting his lungs. That is when he sees a little glow coming from beneath a few tattered clothes. Quickly, he approaches and slides into the tattered tent. A small fire is burning with a few tiny hands trying to warm up by the fire. Startled, the kids squeezed together and huddled in the corner. Fenro begins to take some of the ash and rub it into his clothes, on his face, and into his hair. He takes his dagger out and begins to quickly cut his hair and clothes. In a matter of minutes, his persona and features change. What was once a shirt is now a dirty, tattered mess of fibers and fabric, only barely able to hang from his shoulders like a discarded old towel. There's a big tear across the backside and holes all over the front, leaving much of him exposed to the elements. He looks over at the worried kids as heavy boots begin to clatter on the stone street. Fenro puts a finger to his mouth. The muffled voices can faintly be heard. “That weasel will get what is coming to him. I swear it.” Says a voice that sounds like Bobak’s. “If it is the person you described… We know him very well. He has been traveling this area and cheating us all out of our money. The Warden has wanted him for some time.” Says another gravelly voice. “Ya! The Warden don't like him very much. He says us Moon Rats better catch him! This weasel has stolen too much from our clan. First from Pendle, then from Kald and now from here. Maybe the slimy bastard is coming after us.” Says a scrawny mouse-like voice. “Maybe I just want gold and it is just pure luck that these Moon Rats are the dumbest bunch.” Says Fenro in a quiet whisper. The voices and steps begin to get louder as they walk down the street. They stop and see the tattered tent and approach. Bobak yells, “Oi! Who's in there! Come on out.” Fenro quickly looks at the kids and again motions them to be quiet, they nod as he carefully pulls back the tattered flap. With a cloth wrapped around his head and a hunched over posture, it is almost impossible to recognize Fenro. He replies back to Bobak in a frail cold voice. “It is just I and kids trying to stay warm, my good sir. Do you have any coins to spare, to help us through this cold night.” The group of men stare at Fenro and the kids before Bobak speaks up. “Ah bugger off you old coot” The man to the right of Bobak continues to stare at Fenro. He is standing there in dark leather armor. This set of armor has a coif with a face guard with the shape of a laughing face on one half and a crying face on the other. His eyes seem to pierce him through the mask, but he too turns and begins to follow behind Bobak. An emblem catches Fenro’s eye Out of the shadows, the scrawny man appears next to Fenro without making a sound. His pointy face resembles one of a rat. He bares his yellow teeth as he grins. “Now don't go staying here too long. We don't like your kind. You don't give us anything. You just take, take, take.” Says the scrawny man as he slinks back up to the group. Their footsteps echo off the walls and slowly dissipate down the alley. Fenro slowly closes the tent flap and huddles close to the fire. The heft of the coin purse seems to get heavier as Fenro looks at the kids huddled around the fire in the blistering cold night. He slowly pulls out the heavy coin purse. He pulls out a few of the gold coins and tosses the rest of the pouch at the kids.

At this moment, Garl Glittergold, The god of trickery, decided it would be fun to have a paladin of their own. Garl reached down and instilled a little bit of power into his new little friend. Fenro felt a wave of warmth flow through him as he watched the kids eyes go wide with the amount of gold in the purse. “Take it, and make a better life for yourself.” Says Fenro as he turns to leave the little tattered tent. One little boy speaks up for the first time. “What is your name sir?” Fenro stops and thinks a little bit before answering. “Percy Giffard sounds like an honorable name doesn't it.” The kids smile and nod their heads in agreement. “Then it is settled. My name is Percy Giffard. Tell your friends and family. Spread the word of the heroic efforts of the wondrous knight, Percy Giffard.” Percy gives the kids a wink and slips out of the tent. He quickly navigates around the town threw the shadows and leaves behind the town of Windermere.