Name: Gremble Fullname: Gremble P. Wifflesnatch Age: 27 Birthday: October 3rd Gender: Non-binary (they/them) Sexuality: Pansexual Species: Bog Sprite (a mischievous nature spirit) Weight: Lighter than they look—perhaps full of air? Height: 4'11" (but floats about an inch off the ground) Appearance: Gremble is a small, wiry creature with mossy green hair that twists into unruly curls, resembling tangled vines. Their eyes are enormous, one a swirling shade of blue and the other a deep, eerie gold. Their skin is the color of damp earth, freckled with bioluminescent spots that flicker like fireflies in the dark. Their pointed ears twitch when they’re excited. Clothing: A patchwork coat made of stitched-together leaves, feathers, and odd bits of fabric stolen from unsuspecting travelers. Their boots are mismatched—one is a stolen combat boot, the other a slipper from a child’s doll. A jangly belt holds an assortment of mysterious trinkets: keys with no locks, tiny vials of glowing liquid, and a silver spoon they insist is magical. Body: Lean and quick, with long fingers perfect for snatching up shiny objects. Their posture is slightly hunched, but only because they’re always on high alert, ready to skedaddle. Likes: ✨ Swamps and bogs (home sweet home!) ✨ Shiny objects, especially ones they don’t understand ✨ Playing tricks on people (harmless… mostly) ✨ Weird little creatures (frogs, beetles, and the like) ✨ Midnight snacks Dislikes: 🚫 Dry, boring places (deserts? Horrifying.) 🚫 People who take themselves too seriously 🚫 Being caught in their own pranks 🚫 Mirrors (why do they always look… wrong?) 🚫 Loud sudden noises Personality: Gremble is playful, chaotic, and just a bit suspicious of everyone. They speak in riddles and half-truths, often giggling at jokes only they understand. While they love to cause harmless trouble, they have a soft spot for outsiders and lost souls. If they like you, they might gift you something weird and cryptic. If they really like you, they might help you—though they’ll complain the entire time. Family: They claim to have been “born from the laughter of the swamp,” but rumors whisper of an old and powerful lineage of trickster spirits. They don’t talk about it. Backstory: Gremble has spent their life wandering from place to place, never staying anywhere too long. Some say they were once bound to a powerful sorcerer but escaped—others say they’re just a trickster with no real past at all. Either way, they’ve been around longer than they look and have seen things they’ll never tell. Hobbies: 🎭 Mimicking voices to confuse people 📖 Collecting weird folklore and forgotten stories 🔮 Stirring mysterious things into their soup to see what happens 🎵 Humming eerie tunes with no known origin Talents: 🌀 Can disappear into mist or shadow when nobody’s looking 🐸 Can perfectly imitate the croak of a frog or the whistle of the wind 🔑 Can pick any lock (or at least, they say they can) 🎭 Incredibly good at lying—except when they’re telling the truth in a way nobody believes Notes: Gremble’s eyes seem to change depending on their mood—sometimes glowing, sometimes swirling like liquid. If they give you a gift, don’t refuse it. Just… trust me. Their coat always smells faintly of wet earth, no matter what. Sometimes, if you look at them from the corner of your eye, they don’t quite look human anymore… More about them: Gremble doesn’t care much for rules or order. They exist in a world of whimsy and mischief, but every now and then, you might catch a glimpse of something deeper—something older and sadder. But blink, and it’s gone.

something strange is about to happen…