Tu veux un pancake? Au revoir. Drubbins dit rapidement que Viggo s'en va avant de regarder en arrière à Margret. "Est-ce qu'il t'a vraiment lancé un sort? Les dats sont mauvais, les dats sont vraiment mauvais. Je n'aime pas la magie, mais un mec qui te fait de la magie, comme si c'était toujours mauvais. J'en ai fini plusieurs fois, des mecs qui m'ont mis des aiguilles en pensant à des trucs. Autrefois, ça ne me dérangeait pas tellement, 'cept maintenant j'essaie de les utiliser plus pour que tout le monde essaie encore une fois de faire un bon krumpin'."
C'est autour de cette fois que Nadia fait le tour de la table pour faire sa livraison. L'odeur était presque écrasante car elle éclairait l'intérieur de ses narines. C'était aussi céleste qu'il s'en souvenait, mais il s'est retenu à creuser parce qu'ils n'étaient pas les siens. Les mecs à table, cependant, ne se plaignaient pas quand elle les avait amenés. N'ont-ils pas compris ce qu'ils étaient, ou étaient-ils juste polis avec le type bleu? Ils ne mangeaient pas.
Il a décidé d'enfreindre le sujet. "Uhhhhh", a-t-il commencé, pas vraiment expérimenté en soulignant les erreurs d'autres peuples. Il a pointé vers le bas à la bonté brune dorée empilée sur leur table. "Dat, le type s'est trompé." Il l'a dit provisoirement. "C'est des flatterjacks. Tu peux le dire parce que, tu vois, tu as perdu un truc à plat." Il a attendu un moment pour que cette information s'enfonce correctement, puis a décidé d'être audacieux. "Je peux les avoir?"
Name: Drubbins
Race: Ogre
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Occupation: As close to a professional henchmen as anyone is ever likely to get.
Personality/Interests
Drubbins is what would politely be called "simple." This is actually quite intelligent for an ogre as he's figured out that not krumpin' every last living thing he sees to eat there flesh and tender marrow is the best way to get ahead in the world. He's generally got no will of his own, willing to follow the orders of whomever he deems to be "Da Boss" (normally whomever is currently feeding him) no matter what those orders may be. He figures this is the best way to live because he, bein' not so smart n'all, will always make wrong decisions. This blind faith makes him steadfast, loyal, and very very gullible when it comes to his boss and anyone the boss puts in charge of him.
When he's not doing something for the boss he enjoys the typical ogre activities of eatin' and drinkin', and the not so typical ogre activity of thinkin'. He's actually quite the philosopher for an ogre, and sits thinkin' and listenin' to the smart people talk in the hopes of one day becoming smart himself.
Details
Body build: Thick. Arms and legs like tree trunks, with arms so long they drag along the ground. Fat with muscle.
Hair: None.
Hair color: None. He has no hair, that's trolls.
Skin color: Mottled grey
Eye/Iris color: Red
Height/Weight: 8ft tall/Heavy
Notable Features: Pronounced underbite, sharp jagged teeth visible covering his upper lip. Long, sharp, black nails on his fingers and toes. Body is covered in badly healed scars and he has a hatched head embedded in his skull.
Clothing Description
A large ragged kilt held on by a leather strap that goes over his shoulder.
Equipment
Black iron wristbands on both arms.
Weapon(s)
Generally the heaviest thing around he can pick up.
Powers
Weirdly lucky.
Abilities
Super strength, Super endurance, thick leathery hide that can shrug off most normal human blows.
Talents
Just throwing things. He's gotten really really good at throwing things over the years, he's got excellent aim.
Magic
None
Sessamaru: Dis dog bloke, he seems like a boss, right? 'Sept he's just knockin' about like me, innie? Where's he live?
Historia: Bird bloke, always doin' somefing for a boss. Like me.
Saha: Don't see many snake blokes 'round here. Don't see many ogres either. Hmmm...likes drinkin'. Seems awright, for a snake bloke.
Katelia: Oh wait, ders an ogre. No. 'Old on. Dat's a person. Someone krumped him good. Was it da pet? Wish I had a pet.
Wanna see who's gots more scars? Dats a fun game.
Julio: Tiny bird bloke. Put him behind me when dey kick in da door. Feels nice, bein' 'round him.
Azzrix: Quick little git like dis take off wif half da bosses gubbins when fings go bad. I'm watching you, quick little git.
Margaret: Don't trust witches no more. Dey can put needles in yer thinkin' bits. Don't put needles in my thinkin' bit witch, or I'll krump ya.
Naida: Bar bloke. Make's nice music. Talks to me in my thinkin' bits. I don't like it, but I won't tell him that 'cause I like him.

Mysaren: Feel comfortable 'round this bloke. Somefing about him's, ya know, where you remember somefing and it gives ya a feelin'? Slike dat.
Tahira: Give em' a house and some boys and dis'ed be a proper boss ta have.
Rimau: Dis is da type a boy ya want widcha when dey kick in da doors. Or just standin' 'round lookin' big. Or Lookin' for somefing. Or someone. Point is, da type a boy you want 'round.
Claire: Tiny bloke. Scary bloke. Good bloke to have 'round.
Viggo: Git. Makes nice music, but then krumps it with dat loud stuff. What'se for?
Rouen: Have I krumped this bloke before? Maybe he was doin' the krumpin'. Not sure. Heads fuzzy. Dis is da sort of bloke that ends up kickin' in da door.
Felan: I ain't never seen a dog dat big before! Noooo, stop bein' a git. Go back ta bein' a dog.