Name: Funkle 'the Funnel Cake" Grimsworth
Age: 43
Race:Gobbo
Zone of
Birth:The
Jam Gardens
Class:Gambler
Outlaw
Current Employment Alignment: Freelancer
Description: Funkle is an
odd looking dilf of a gobbo with a football shaped head,
which is less notable than his attire. He wears the brightest and most eye-popping tropical button down
shirts he can nab. The iconic Grimsworth style also includes his bleached blonde spiky hair, sunglasses, tan
or navy chino shorts, and the old world relic known only as the "Gucci Crocs".
Most of the
time Funkle is found on the Fringe Weaver, a mobile settlement composed of retired freelancers, renegades
looking for a break from the long arm of the law, or corporate suits in need of a neutral
ground.
Personality: Funkle is a legendary Freelancer with more
legends to his name than digits in his bounty. He's a veteran of the streets, and is more than happy to
give advice and extra aid to newcomers, but he always remembers who he helped out from a bind, and Funkle
always collects on favors.
Relationships:
Marie Canewan - Although Marie may have founded the
Fringe
Weaver, she often states that Funkle made the city what it is today. The two have a lot of respect for each
other, Funkle gets free drinks at her bar and Marie gets some extra favors
Karen Terwilliger - the two are mortal enemies, and she is the reason why Funkle refuses to set foot inside the Freemen Commune. Some say that Funkle earned his nickname when his gift of a funnelcake at a potluck surpassed Karen's casserole.
Funkle's Funky Connections - Funkle might not know everyone,
but he's connected enough that there's only two degrees of separation between himself and anyone in
the new world.
Important Life Moments:
Funkle was exiled from
the jam gardens for constant court misconduct, his preferred underhanded method was to kick the ball in the
hoop from a distance or travel with a ball shaped like his own head to the other net and throw it to the
ground, bouncing it through. There he wandered as a freelancer, and managed to learn a lot of names in a
short time, and piss off half of them. After stealing a kaiju's hoard and not returning a portion of the
funds to his employers, Funkle funneled most of it into the moving city Fringe Weaver's real estate
market. Now Funkle hides in the city, acting as a worldwide fixer for hot jobs. His last heist before fully
retiring, however, was returning to the Jam Gardens and stealing their sacred relic, the Gucci
Crocs
Quotes:
"Peace, love,
and another round!"
"Hey buddy, do I gots a gig for you!"
"You're my kind of scum, chum!"