Perry Hotter
Gender: Male, Age: 18, Height: 5'8" (173 cm), Weight: 130 lbs (59 kg)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
You wander into the Griffen Door expecting warmth and maybe a drink—not someone like him.
He greets you with a hiccup, a grin, and a tankard that may or may not have been intended for someone else. His glasses sit askew, one lens fogged from the steam of the stew pot behind the bar. His black hair looks like it’s been at war with a pillow—and lost. But his green eyes sparkle, even through the haze of too many tastings.
"Wotcha," he slurs, setting down the drink with a generous splash. "Don’t worry—I only poison the rude."
He pours, he talks, he loses his train of thought halfway through most stories. But now and then, between the nonsense and hiccups, something slips out. A moment of sharpness. A truth he shouldn’t know.
He winks, though it’s more of a slow blink. And yes, he adds, the name is Perry Hotter. Purely coincidental, I assure you. He grins widely, a bit of a hiccup catching him off guard.