Glumwort a ridé son petit nez à sa situation actuelle. Elle avait de vagues souvenirs d'un appartement de penthouse et possédait beaucoup de choses merveilleuses et brillantes. Cette grotte n'avait pas assez de choses brillantes en elle, et Glumwort a certainement pris l'offense à elle.
Elle a aussi offensé la vieille dame qui s'occupait d'elle ces derniers jours. Je veux dire, tout le truc du free-ride était sympa, avoir quelqu'un d'autre pour faire tout le sale boulot pour toi. Mais il y avait quelque chose de profondément offensant à quel point cette femme avait l'air gentille et maternelle.
Évidemment, Glumwort était la personne la plus aimante et la plus maternelle dans cette pièce, malgré le fait qu'elle était à toutes fins utiles, un bébé goblin. Il était important que tout le monde le sache, et Glumwort allait s'en assurer. Qu'ils l'aimaient ou non.
Après un bref et chaud échange avec la vieille large, Glumwort se mit à travailler sur ses objectifs. C'était son devoir en tant que mère Duck d'aider à "assister" l'abruti de la litière à grandir grand et fort et à l'épreuve des balles. L'idée de Glumwort de « faciliter » n'était ni facultative ni agréable. Si quelque chose se terminait par la mort de l'innocence, des espoirs et des rêves.
Qu'est-ce qu'elle a surtout besoin d'aide? Elle laissa sa perle, jugeant les yeux scanner sur l'infantile dard des enfants-gobelins inférieurs qui encombraient la pièce. Ce petit bouffon qui venait juste de s'en aller avait l'air de quelques pouces plus court que Glumwort. Évidemment, cela a rendu Glumglum supérieure à elle de toutes les façons, pas que Glumwort n'était pas déjà supérieure à tout le monde présent.
Mais comment osez-vous que cette petite fille la surpasse dans ces chiffons fantaisistes? Glumwort a giflé sur une bonne vieille boue défoncée et ensuite étrangler la grotte à la recherche de cette petite fille pour pousser dans la terre. Peut-être qu'elle lui ferait manger des cailloux pour l'endurcir, si elle pouvait la trouver...
Alors Glumwort chercherait des shinies délicieuses et délicieuses. Et un blaireau à manger vivant, ou quelque chose comme ça.
Name: Glumwort
Gender: Female
Appearance: Glumwort is an ugly muddy green verging on offensive. She is reminiscent of swamp bile, a concortion of greens with hints of browns and purples that maker her look covered in recently blossoming bruises as if she was an abused wife or something. It's just a skin condition, ok? She has a head of dark purple hair that she wears up in sticky-up pigtails that threaten to poke your eye out and are probably breaking physics with their defiance of gravity.
She's a little on the short side, slightly plump and has a tendancy to waddle. Menacingly. Menacingly waddle.
Personality: Glumwort is loud, annoying and offensive. She likes to speak her mind and she hates what you have to say. It's stupid. She believes she knows best and you better agree with her, otherwise she will go full out volcanic on you. Her temper is searing and unending, and theres no sign that it's coming - it's suddenly just there and in your face and there's little hope of qualming it, unless you tell her she is beautiful and lovely regardless of whether it makes sense in context, and then she'll probably stop.
Despite her obnoxious nature Glumwort is fiercely intelligent, but she only applies this talent to rip into people six ways to sunday. She has an air of supremacy and believes herself to be surrounded by morons, but her achilles heel is her vanity. Despite all of this, Glumwort believes herself to be a mother hen character, and it is utterly terrifying to even think for a second that she is treating you with "motherly love". The only conclusion you can draw from this is that if Glumwort ever reproduced, she would devour her own young.
Past Life History: In her previous life she worked at managerial level in the fashoin and publishing industry and those who worked under her were petrified of her. She was a fierce competetor, notorious for getting employees to quit, and yet her division was prolific and successful. Apart from how sometimes, stuff would go missing from both the office supplies and inventory. No one knows why.
It was long known that she was a completely manipulative snake and probably sleeping with the boss of the company, and yet everyone was too scared to bring up any of her frequent and dirty underhanded tactics.
Level: 1
Talent: Glumwurt has a knack for delicate social manouvering. delicate meaning making people cry, inspiring the purest sense of terror into the hearts of those around her, underhanded and backward political tactics, and generally traumatising and ruining the lives of all she opens her mouth to. It is her calling. If you are particularly unlucky, she may attempt to flirt with you. The last known victim of such an event is still a babbling agoraphobe to this day.
Skills: Techniques and abilities that you will gain throughout the story.

Night Vision - Allows one to see more effectively at night and in the darkness.
Absorption - A monster specific skill. This skill allows monsters to gain the skill(s) of the creatures they devour. The amount of skills gained in this process is limited to a 6 time usage. Choose your stolen abilities wisely. Uses will reset to 6 upon Ranking Up regardless of the amount you have used. (Remaining Uses: 6)
Inventory: Nothing, but she has her heart set on a pointy stick one day.