Red Grif Dunsirn
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Ogre Gristlegrinder |
|---|---|
| Court | Winter Court • |
| Freehold | Lawrentine Four Courts |
| Player | cording1@ku.edu |
Contents |
HARD HAT AREA (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)
"Here's what we know..."
AKA: Griffith Wellsley Dunsirn, Boots, Big Red, Deadly Dunsirn, the Winter Cannibal
Stompin' Grounds: Lawrence, Kansas
Age: Appears late 20s early 30s
Seeming: Ogre
Kith: Gristlegrinder
Court: Winter
"He's a friggin'...": Dour Cannibal, Ataraxic Berserker, Freehold Leg-breaker.
Here's what I saw...: Grin looks normal enough to most folks. He's a tall, strapping, red-headed man, quick to smile and laugh, but with a fiercely dry and sarcastic sense of humor. Even his laughter, when he decides to laugh, borders on the psychotic, his smile a grin of sadistic glee. He almost always wears a red bandana and steel-toed boots with the leather worn-off the toe, the steel polished bright.
To other Lost, Grin's hair is dark red, shaggy and unkempt, his bandana looks like its been soaked in blood, and his grin splits his face, his teeth jagged and yellow, like a blood-thirsty Cheshire Cat. His smile is hollow, and his laugh utterly empty of mirth. Little more than a facade to hide his sorrow. The steel-capped toes of his boots gleam like the light off an executioner's axe, and his eyes seem glazed over, as though frosted. He likes funny shirts, and even makes his own, including his favorite, which has Tinkerbell's body pinned in a specimen box with her head cut off, with the words, "No Clapping" on the back. Always keeps a small arsenal in his truck, including his repeater rifle, a high-calibre break-chamber revolver, and a Louisville Slugger with a bunch of iron nails hammered into it. He affectionately refers to the bat as his "Fae-swatter."
"Best We Can Figure..."
What does a cynical, dismissive, and probably alcoholic Winter Court ogre do in Kansas?
Red's doing whatever Noelle tells him to. It's all he can bring himself to do, half the time. If a Changeling turns up on the radar and needs help, though, Red is probably gonna be the first in the Freehold to rush to their aid.
As far as his history, all he usually says is, "I was thirteen when I was caught. It was a Wednesday, February 15th. The year doesn't matter; lad, just listen. I was thirteen, taken on the fifteenth of February. When I got out, I was twenty three, and it was the sixteenth of February. The same year."
Current Activities:
- Court Strong Man
- Loyalist Hunter
"His Kind of People"
Ballerina, aka Rina, liked Red just fine. She ate a bowl of pink ice cream, and when she was done, he ate the bowl and spoon.
What Red Said
Ask me about my durance. I dare you. I double dare you. No? Wise lad. Last chump asked me about that...well, it took some heavy fiber to move that out, but he were askin' for it.
I was missing for one day, aye. But, I was Lost for ten year. Don't think I'll get that time back, neither.
Just lay low for now. Wait for an opening. Then, bite down and don't let go til they stop twitching.
"I don't listen to your fuckin' Queen, Red. What makes you think I'm gonna listen to you?"
"Noelle ain't gonna gnaw your nose and ears off if you ignore her."
Rumors
Red will eat anything. Anything. Folks don't call him the Winter Cannibal for nothing.
Red killed Noelle Hart's rivals for the Crown of Winter and has been her staunchest supporter and lover ever since.
Red Doesn't trust anybody who was in the hedge for longer than a decade on whichever side takes that long. He suspects every last one of them of being Loyalists and too Changed to be worth anything but cud in his maw.
He's got sympathies for Never Again, and despises The Obsidian Order.
