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Wilbert Thistlewool- Muddle-headed little man
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Wilbert has probably been the most fun of any of my characters so far to play. He's handy in numerous ways, because when I RP him with newer players and they do something odd, it's perfectly fine for me to call them on their action's weirdness. For whatever reason he got made a feature character, but his stats and training never reflected that change.
Description:
This is a man so short he could be mistaken for a hobbit. Yet at one
inch below the five-foot mark, he is at least a head taller than the grandest of the
Little Folk. However, his hobbit-like appearance is not helped at all by his curly hair, a
mousy brown with some grey hairs peppering it due to his ageprobably somewhere near
fifty. For a hobbit, he would be considered quite thin; for a man, mid-weight, a little
bony in some places. Sharp features mark his weathered face: a pointy nose, beady eyes,
thin-pressed lips.
Though they are simple, the mans clothing betrays wealth and care. Each item, from the trousers to the waistcoat to the shoes, fits perfectly; perhaps they are tailored for him. They are clean and starched to the point of stiffness, and his black shoes are so shiny they could be used as a mirror. They do not, however, match one another; often the color of the shirt and coat clash horribly in color or pattern.
History:
The year 2981 marks a great event in the history of the town of
There came a time at which Hannie gently urged her son that he might
marry someday. These suggestions were repeated often but nothing came of them because
either young Mr. Thistlewool wasn't interested in the lasses or the girls politely giggled
whehn in his presence--not the sort of pleasant, flirty tittering often associated with
girls of a certain age, but the sort that suggested that, at a few inches under five feet,
the 18-year-old Wilbert looked like a child, acted like an old man, and was not suitable
for a life which involved other people. His only hope came in the form of Anabel
Kipperlee, a girl two years his elder who thought she was in danger of becoming an old
maid. She was a commanding presence already, at least in the gossip circles, and soon put
a halt to the rumors that her engagement to 'that ornery little twit' was merely because
he was wealthy. However, it was almost as if the two were made for each other--she was
willing to speak up for him when he wasn't, and gradually the young man grew a voice, even
if it was to remain wheedling and sometimes a bit too high-pitched for the rest of his
life. (The town seemed to agreed that, while they made a strange couple, they seemed to
adore one another.)
The two moved into a room above Wilbert's parents and remained there
today. Two decades later, they took inherited the whole Thistlewool house, which some
still say has a treasure buried in the stone walls. Anabel Thistlewool is a maternal woman
who spoils her husband in lieu of having any children. (And the town expressed great
relief over this.) As chair of the Bree Ladies' Club, Mrs. Thistlewool sees to the social
functioning of the town and is sure that her husband obeys her wishes, whatever those may
be. He is Bree's foremost "activist", or rather, the man who will follow the
councilmen around until they give in so that he will just go away.
It's true; our middle-aged Wilbert Thistlewool never has had a profession to call his own. The tales of wealth perpetuated and were believed enough by some of the seedier folk of the Breelands that there was some truth to them. The man has survived having his caravan of wagons held up by bandits on the way back from the Shire, and after swearing that he would never travel again, took an unfortunately unplanned trip (while blindfolded, drugged and bound in the back of a cart) to Dunland to be sold to the highest bidder when no ransom turned up. Upon his return to Bree, Wilbert returned to his usual way of sitting on the front porch, but it seems that he grows weary of an idle lifestyle and seeks to *do* something with his time. Perhaps the most active upstanding citizen will find something productive to do with his time soon, or else he will die in a few decades remembered as little more than grumpy, before his due time.
Persona:
Wilbert has a problem with almost anything or anyone. He whines and complains and generally works nerves, but his complaints usually have good intentions. However, this has no effect on others; some terms overheard describing this little man are muddle-headed and little twit. Also, he is prone to bouts of neuroticism.
Logs (summaries from Elendor site)
Trader 's Tempting
Bridie gathers together fellow travellers and Tuln catches a Breeguard off-guard
A muddy muddling
On a rainy day in Bree, some packages are dropped, an arrest made--of a most unlikely
fellow.
A family affair?
Rumors fly at the Pony, both started and heard by Malorie's father and brother while in
town from Archet.
Shire trip: The trip there
Some Breefolk travelling to the Shire during a pipeweed-trading expedition
Shire trip: A strange meeting
The Shirehobbits get their first meeting with Wilbert Thistlewool.
A Meeting With Breefolk
A few Shirefolk hobbits meet up with some Breefolk who\'re visiting.
Roadside Business
In which the Breefolk finally make a deal for some pipeweed
Shire trip: The arrival of the
weed
In which the Breefolk actually get their pipeweed shipment and plan to leave the Shire
shortly.
Shire trip: Attacked!
On their way back from the Shire, the Breefolk\'s wagons get held up.
Are you achin\' for some bacon?
A Bree-man and a Dunlending (whose Westron isn\'t so great) try to communicate about the
source of a certain smell...
He dung no wrong
Malorie and Manfred run across their favorite little man in the stables, along with a most
disgusted Tanna
The Wrath of the Icy Patch
The locals and the occasional visiting Dunlending fall victim to the waiting snow piles
and ice patches.
Flying leeks?
A slip on an icy patch for Rosemary exposes Wilbert's pathological dislike of leeks ...
oh, and one of the Dunlending visitors is persuaded to buy some of said offending
vegetables
Flying leeks...and poison
A slip on an icy patch for Rosemary exposes Wilbert's pathological dislike of leeks...and
a pleasant trade interaction between Korrina and Breewoman is ended by a very ill
Devlan...
Storytime
Boflo tells a story, for the entertainment of some and the confusion of others.
A Delightful Dinner
Wilbert and Anabel Thistlewool have Malorie and Manfred over for dinner in thanks for them
saving Wilbert's butt during the banditry episode.
Free at last
Wilbert Thistlewool sends a note to Malorie pleading for her to release him from jail,
where he is being mistakenly held. But first she must convince others of his innocence.
An encounter in the flowery
fields
The Bree Ladies' Club goes to some nearby fields to pick flowers and meet more than just
some pretty posies.
Stale ale?
Rangers...talking? And asking for the cheapest beer the Pony can offer? There must be
strange forces at work...
Trouble in the lodge
Malorie confronts her father about some recent rumors.
A hot time on the old town
tonight
The Town Hall burns.
Doorstep chatter, part 1
Late one evening, Wilbert Thistlewool drinks tea on his doorstep. He is joined by a
hobbit, a girl, and a ranger, and hears a strange tale...
Doorstep chatter, part 2
The next evening, dinner at the Thistlewools is interrupted by someone unexpected. And
more Rangers.
Midwinter Festival Goes Awry
What started out as Bree's Midwinter Festival, turned into something considerably more
sinister
Wilbert the Wood Thief
Wilbert Thistlewood interupts Basswood and Altimos' leisurely rest in the Prancing Pony's
Parlor to come steal their firewood and try and start a fight with the little hobbits.
Hair they come
The most hair-centric RP I have ever seen.
Elsie Almost Explodes
Wilbert Thistlewool's pony nearly explodes before a breeguard and a healer come to the
rescue... with the wise overwatch and supervision of an astute hobbit named Altimos.
Up a tree without a paddle
Wilbert gets stuck in a tree, much to the delight of Catherine, Tathar, and a stranger