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. After being cursed by an ocean-borne deity and infected with an eldritch parasite, Grim was surely doomed to a fate that none would wish upon their worst enemies... However, he survived, and became one with the very thing that had been inflicted upon him. He has become something far beyond human, but less than a god. His very presence reflects that.
Burdened by the trauma of his curse, Grim resorts to unhealthy mechanisms of coping. Unfortunately, due to his condition, drugs and alcohol have little effect on him. This has left him world-weary and endlessly frustrated by his surroundings. If he ever offers you a cocktail of his own making, don't take it. There's a non-zero chance it contains something that would kill the average soul in a slow, painful way.
After centuries of looting, killing, devouring, 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 as a tour boat guide and "courier" 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 Romeo.
Current artwork is a sketch created by Romeo.