Grantaire

Drunken layabout, when he's not on the battle field anyway. He is oddly attached to Enjolras. He was born in Arcane, but he was fiercely skeptical of his original clan's magic, and they cast him out. He wandered for days, until he heard Enjolras preaching of disease outside the wyrmwound. It was enough to convince him to make a home here.

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Why should I tell my story? I don't have anything interesting to say. I'm just an average Ridgeback...

What's that? You'll buy me a drink if I tell my tale? All right then. If you insist.

I was born in Arcane, but I never really felt like I fit in there. My parents were both sparkly artsy-fartsy types, and I never jived with that. Started rebelling right from the time I was a hatchling, getting into brawls at the Coliseum. They just didn't get it. Finally, as soon as I grew up, I decided to strike out on my own.

I'll be honest, most of that time is a blur. I was constantly fighting, battling enemies to gather whatever seafood they dropped, and drinking wine the rest of the time. I was always either hungover or drunk--that helped with the battle wounds, anyway.

Then, one day I wandered pretty close to the Wyrmwound. I was in a haze, having just finished a bottle, but then beautiful words broke through my foggy thoughts. There was a red and gold Pearlcatcher standing on a mountain of bones, preaching. He spoke of the purifying force of war. Now, coming from Arcane, I'd never thought too much about those things. But I definitely felt like my soul was decaying. And for the first time, there was someone I could believe in.

So I joined up with this clan, the Library. Bunch of weirdos, they all like to research crazy stuff. They needed someone to fight for them, though, and I could do that. We stayed in Plague for a while, but then we moved from Earth. It's more peaceful here but Enjy and I still protect the clan from what dangers may come.