Active Gerry McIvy

Jeroxia

The Jesterator
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⌘ KEY INFORMATION ⌘

Given Full Name:

Gerard McIvy

Nicknames:

Gerry

Titles:

Lord of the Cheese, Knight of the Cinnamon

Age:

Twenty-two years old

Race:

Halfling, Hillfolk, Hovel lad, Etc.

Birthday:

The Twelfth of Snowdown

Sexuality | Marital Status:

Halflingsexual and single

Current Residence:

His Halfling home in Linistel

Social Status:

Tiny landowner

Current Status | Thoughts:

Alive and looking up. Maybe things aren't as bad as they seem. Maybe everythin' at its core is still good.

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⌘ PHYSIOLOGY ⌘

Height:

Three foot from toe to the top his wee head

Weight:

Sixty-two pounds

Eye Colour:

Navy Blue and quite often twinkling

Skin Colour:

Fair

Face Shape:

Oval shaped

Build:

Quite Slender (for a Halfling)

Hair colour/Style:

Long auburn hair and cleanly shaven.

Posture:

Straight. Not noble-straight but straight enough.

Scars:

He has quite a few scars across his arms from farming incidents.

Identifying Marks:

He looks like a manchild, I think that counts as identifying, right?

Voice/Accent:


Appearance:

Gerry is a halfling in heart, soul and shape. He’s a small man who wears small clothing. He wears a belt from which all sorts of tools dangle. He wears a grey jacket sewn with golden thread and also dark half long pants. He has a feathered hat and a green cloak.Obviously wears no shoes.
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⌘ ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS ⌘

Personality:

Gerry does not believe that a person can be described in a few lines.

Likes/Interests:

❧ Poetry

❧ Chatting with people

❧ Being productive

❧ The planar and the divine

Dislikes:

❧ Needless violence

❧ People who judge before they listen

❧ Being made fun of for being tiny

❧ Being locked up

❧ Being told what to do

❧ Being left out of things

Values/ideals:

❧ Love is the only true force in the world and thoughts are often lies.

❧ There are few things that cannot be solved with a good talk.

❧ Always give back what you’ve been given, if not more.

❧ There is always a deeper good in things, you just have to look better.


General Attitude:

Gerry is generally upbeat, friendly and open for conversation.

Is seen by others as:

I dunno, Friendly? Does anyone want to help with this?

Religious Inclination:

He has severe doubts about the Gods and their integrity.

Alignment:

I’d label him as mostly lawful good but he may break some rules, sometimes.


+
- Done
/- In-progress
x - Failed
~ - Abandoned

Short term goals

/- Don’t disappoint Sugar
/- Spreading feasts and happiness
/- Write more poetry

Long-term goals

/- Open a business
/- "I gotta find me someone who loves me as I love tem and te world"
/- Take over the world (of cheese)
/- Figure out the truth about the Gods and the planar.

Forever goals

/- Make sure his brothers and sisters are alright

Completed goals:

+ - Chicken-cheese sandwich
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⌘ TRIVIA ⌘

Favourite...

Colour: Sunset Orange
Flower/s: Tupils
Pastime: Writing and Reciting poetry
Food: Cheese
Drink: Coffee
Place Wherever home happens to be.
Animal: Grey mice

Least Favourite...

Colour: Grey
Flower/s: Poison Ivy
Pastime: Arguing and fighting
Food: None. He’s a halfling.
Drink: Absinthe
Place: The Sea
Animal: Any predator

Tv Tropes...
Weak, but Skilled
The Heart
God is Inept
David vs Goliath
The Hobbit
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⌘ QUALITIES AND FLAWS ⌘

Strengths:

❧ He has a huge heart.

❧ He gives the best hugs.

❧ He is A good listener.

❧ Is quick at linking things

Fears:

❧ That the world is as dark as it seems to be

❧ Greylings

❧ The sheer scale of things

❧ That people will keep everything a secret for him.

Weaknesses:

❧ His size and strength

❧ His reluctance to cause conflict.

❧ He is a pushover.

Hobbies:

Poetry

Divine Philosophy

Languages:

Common

Profession:

Farmer
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⌘ COMBAT AND SKILLS ⌘

Peaceful or Violent:

Peaceful even when provoked.

Weaponry:

What is a weapon?

Combat Training:

He is slowly beginning to consider it.

Skills:

Carpentry: 4/10
Poetry and the written word: 5/10
Philosophy: 3/10
Cheesemaking: 5/10
Homemaking: 3/10
Charm: 3/10
Hugs: 10/10 (Link to hug of death) aidoninja
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⌘ HEALTH ⌘

Injuries:
None

Sleeping Habits:
He sleeps like he's been knocked in the head with a brick. Unconcious and deep.

Hygiene:
He is hygienic but won't wash more than once a day. He washes in the evenings before getting into bed.

Energy Levels:
Generally quite high. He's a bouncy little halfling.

Eating Habits:
He eats often but in small portions.

Exercise Habits:
Never in a thousand years.

Memory:
Excellent unless drunk.

Unhealthy Habits:
Over-thinking, nail-biting and being a pushover.
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⌘ POSSESSIONS ⌘


Animals:
A family of grey mice has nested in his hovel. One of which has taken a liking to Gerry and eats out of his hand.

Owned Homes:
A hovel in Linistel

Jewelry:
None of worth.

General Wealth:
I think he's pretty poor.

Prized Possessions:
His set of cheese knives.
His little red poetry book.
His little black thinking book.

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Jeroxia

The Jesterator
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Thought

A landscape stained with lies,
A mighty mountain hollowed with hurt.
Whispering willows compromise,
They steal sky in wistful flirt.


Stain filled with landscape,
Ahead and back, all what is.
A melancholy ape,
Seduced by toxic kiss.


What is to see?
Eyes closed but paintings fly.
In black, no feet beneath me,
I seek perfect landscape nigh,


Of grass between my toes, unaware,
Never too old, walk from eternal scare.
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Cursed


She's maiden fair,
Under veil of deep despair-
Gazing brings disgust and pain-
After which rage will,
Reign-


She's maiden hurt,
Withering, watched as dirt-
Every gaze to offend her,
Ends with maiden sad, still
Tender-
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A Weak Kill

Bairn to the world alone,
A river deep runs through your soul,
A curse which has finally taken the toll,
Yous the bright dragon, ancient as stone,


Two times you have passed through exodus gate,
A story which under no circumstance can go untold.
A hero whose name ought to be written with gold,
Yous the bright dragon, and now it's too late.

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Ships

Sometimes a ship won't sail is te no avail,
Ye push'n pull and when yer full,
te anchor lies too deep.


Sometimes a song won't sound without ye around,
Ye try and cry but I won't lie,
Te notes tey do not sweep.


Sometimes a man amiss just needs a kiss,
He charms and swoons but there are no boons,
Her heart's not fer he te keep.
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Snowbreaker


Still shivery, shining
dance down, intertwining.

Lengths of crystal lilac-
listlessly lay back.

Crunch.
Peaceful promise perished.
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