[center][color=DBA901]T O  T E L U V A L ,  F A R E W E L L[/color]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/160903-to-teluval-farewell/ic][color=bdbdbd]2017[/color][/url][/center]
[color=bdbdbd][Hider=GruSum][color=DBA901]Name:[/color] Gru
[color=DBA901]Race:[/color] Grumbler
[color=DBA901]Profession:[/color] Fighter
[color=DBA901]Inventory:[/color] Epsum and Epsum's pack.
[color=DBA901]Description:[/color] 
Gru is a smaller giant by comparison to others of his kin but at a height of 8 feet he is still a towering and imposing figure to most. Like the majority of his race, he is of grey coloration with skin like sheets of rock flaked around his arms, chest, shoulders and down the length of his back. They function like armor and as these "plates" fall off over time or from some other means of abuse, they are slowly replaced. They're also quite itchy and Gru will often be seen scratching at their callous surface and picking at the skin around their base. Gru is slightly heavier than other's of his kind given his shorter stature but stands more upright than most despite his stout belly. From his waist hangs simple yet worn leather and hide wrappings that offer some form of modesty despite the rest of his body being almost entirely naked. It stops just above the knee and is thick enough to deter small or dull blades and some projectiles.

Gru has a soft round face that is only slightly chiseled around the chin and nose. His head is entirely devoid of hair and over his left eye and brow is a noticeable and vertical scar. However, with the large white pupiless eyes not unlike that of a child, some of his kin actually see him as adorable.

Across his torso is a rather magnificently emblazoned tattoo of black color. Though it's specific history and meaning has been lost over time, the beauty in it's design is readily apparent. A sunburst of sorts with black rays that split into multiple pieces of blocky uniform shapes. They travel out to the midsection of his front and back in a patterned unison.

Fashioned to his back is a cradle of sorts. Leather straps have been slung over the giant's shoulders and across his midsection and hold his automaton in place. Riveted to these straps is the hide and leather satchel where the machine's torso rests. With no further room left in the cradle, it's right arm rests loosely to the side next to the pack that carries his belongings and it's head sits above it all. At first glance, Gru simply looks like a Grumbler and a pack full of treasures... or full of trash trash.

Due to events preceding this journey, Gru has also lost the ability to speak coherently and has settled for moans and groans and shrugs as his primary form of communication.

[color=DBA901]Optional Questions:[/color]
[color=ffffff]What is your characters crime?[/color] Ignorance
[color=ffffff]Favorite poem?[/color] The words once used to describe the beauty of the poems Gru once wrote has long since been lost to him. 
[color=ffffff]What do you treasure most?[/color] Greens mostly... and Epsum?
[color=ffffff]Given the choice, how would you die?[/color] Epsum asked him once. Gru just shrugged.

[color=DBA901]Name:[/color] Epsum AKA Sum
[color=DBA901]Race:[/color] Automaton
[color=DBA901]Profession:[/color] Tinkerer

[color=DBA901]Inventory:[/color]
[list]
[*]Luna Stella
[indent]A magically infused pistol that summons ammunition and does not require a reload. The "magazine" holds up to six rounds and takes about one minute to summon a replacement. Any kind of external force that cancels magic will render the weapon unable to reload. Cannot be fed conventional munitions."[/indent]
[*]Variety of tinkered explosives including:
[indent]-Plantable charge x1
-Smoke bomb x2
-Flash bomb x2
-Stun bomb x2
-Noisemaker x2
-Bomb x1[/indent]
[*]Variety of scavenged Automaton parts including:
[indent]-Small arm x1
-Small leg x1
-Cogs x10
-Rivets x20
-Bolts x20
-Bundle of wire x10
-Bulb x2
-Small chip board x10
-Medium chip board x5
-Large chip board x1
-Small magnet x5
-Fuse x20[/indent]
[*]Variety of consumables for sale including:
[indent]-Small water skin x5
-Adrenaline syringe (Military grade) x5
-Blister pack of two pills worth one days nutritional value x5
-Suture kit x2[/indent]
[*]SLAP
[indent]The Surveyor of Land and Air Partner. Top left of Epsum's head (tip of head down to just below the left eye) can detach and be dispatched to survey an area. This half cannot communicate save for "blinking" of the eye but can be used to scout out a path ahead or lead someone back to him. SLAP can be separated for as long as needed and is often used to help Gru find food.[/indent]
[*]Coin Purse - 500gp
[indent]Given the nature of his skill, he can and has made a pretty penny. Given the nature of his condition, he doesn't make it as fast as he would like.[/indent][/list]

[color=DBA901]Description:[/color] 
Epsum is an Automaton. What was once a machine who stood tall among his peers has since been reduced to nothing more than his upper torso, his head and his right hand. The rest of his body has been lost to oblivion never to be recovered. By some unknown means he's found himself fused to the back of Gru, his wires and metal casing having become entangled in the plates protruding from the giant's back and some of the clockwork that at one time gave his legs life are now fixed permanently to his host. The entire network of wires, metal and plates aren't the easiest on the eyes and so to compensate, Epsum, with the help of Gru, fashioned a cradle of sorts. Leather straps have been slung over the giant's shoulders and across his midsection and hold the automaton in place. Riveted to these straps is the hide and leather satchel where Epsum's torso rests and where the gruesome nature of their bond is hidden from prying eyes. With no further room left in the cradle, his right arm rests loosely to the side next to the pack that carries their combined belongings and his head simply sits atop it all, an ever watchful sentinel and an over talkative parasite. At first glance, the pair do not appear to be a pair at all but one Grumbler and a pack full of treasures... or full of trash trash.

Hanging from the pack and stuffed inside is a collection of automaton parts that "Gru" sells for coin among other things. Some of the pieces are used for self repair while the most valuable are collected and kept. During his down time, Epsum will often fashion objects from the parts he's collected, tapping into ancient and ageless knowledge to create simple reinventions from a time long forgotten. Perhaps you need a spoon that can turn into a small knife. Maybe you need goggles that protect from dust but also allow you to see the world hidden away on it's surface. Maybe you just need new shoes... that make you jump twice as high as you could before. Epsum knows how to make these things... with the right materials and of course the right price.

Epsum is made of a durable metal alloy that is a few shades lighter than his larger rocky host. Much less humanoid than his upgraded and better preserved counterparts, Epsum sports a rather blocky head with eyes hidden behind thin sheets of metal that slide vertically and act as his eye lids. His pupils light up as does his mouth when he speaks, even when there are no "lips" to physically represent his voice. Epsum is also very vocal and will usually talk for the both himself and Gru. He has a healthy sense of humor than can at times be dry but is meant as a way to help make others feel comfortable around the two.

[color=DBA901]Optional Questions:[/color]
[color=ffffff]What is your characters crime?[/color]
It's specific enough that it haunts him but is not enough to deter him from his end game. He has one last project to complete and if that means he'd have to do what he did second time, he would in a heartbeat... if he had one. To be extremely vague, it's considered a crime against humanity.

[color=ffffff]Favorite poem?[/color]
Not one to dabble in the art of the tongue, Epsum normally doesn't take to such sweet pleasantries. However, every now and again, Epsum has caught Gru... humming. A soft and gentle tune that although formless and naturally lost in translation to Epsum's less inspired mind, conjures the need words to coalesce. As if willed on it's own... a story begins to unfold but is left unfinished with Epsum at the end of the pen.

[indent]A hand made of stone,
A day and a night,
A little alone,
A little more light.[/indent]
[color=ffffff]What do you treasure most?[/color] His other half.
[color=ffffff]Given the choice, how would you die?[/color] Giving birth to new life.
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