Capt. Grim Blackburn
- Mythosapiens immortui (undying)
- 756 years old (39 at time of death)
- Born February 20th
- Unknown place of origin
- Male, he/him
- 6'2
What to say about this poor, mournful mariner? From the fall of Constantinople to the Opium Wars, Grim has seen it all - under about a thousand different names, might I add. He lost his arm and his heart to a cultist insurrection outside of Marrakesh, and is forever cursed by the foul magic that took his life.
Burdened by endless trauma, Grim resorts to unhealthy mechanisms of coping. Unfortunately, due to his status as an undead, drugs and alcohol have little effect on him. This has left him world-weary and endlessly frustrated by his surroundings.
After centuries of looting, killing, pillaging, and seducing, Grim met a certain satyr who made his phantom heart beat again. The two have settled down in South Beach together, and Grim works a marina job to keep the bills paid.
~ C. Psomas
MAEVE: Grim is pretty cool, even if he's a grouchy asshole. He tells me war stories sometimes.
ORWELL: I once saw this man down a bottle of antifreeze that he had poured a bunch of vodka into. Why?
Author's Notes
Character created by ROADKILL FRANKENSTEIN.
Current artwork is a sketch created by ROADKILL.