Grimmith Blackflame

Description of Grimmith
Name: Grimmith Blackflame (nickname is "Grim")

In-Game Name: GamingDerp

Age: 24

Height: 5'8 (172 Centimeters)

Weight: 185 lbs (83 Kilos)

From: Anarchia

Languages: English, Anarchium

Traits: Quick on his feet, loves learning the history of things, has some weird obsessions, slightly stocky build but still relatively skinny. Has a red and white face (due to a giant burn scar he got in his old world). Likes the color black. Will steal, kill, and loot places to survive without giving mercy to them. Loyal to who he needs to be loyal to.

Anarchia
There were no true civilizations, there were no rules at all actually, there were tribes of players who built villages, towns and empires, but tried to keep them hidden, because if they were found, they’d be set ablaze by enemy tribes. Great tribes rose and fall, people would send spies into other tribes to get their villages, and then they’d wreck havoc on them. The people of Anarchia spoke a language called "Anarchium", it wasn't similar to any other known languages. There were massive roads and canals built by players, and a central hub in the lands below. In the lands above, when people would come to this dimension, they’d be thrown into a wasteland, with players hunting them down to kill them for sport. People would use advanced exoskeletons in fabric suits to get advantages over other players in pvp combat. People fought and disputed over who had the best exosuit, and what type of suit was the best. People would send others trojan horses, to steal information from them. You had to live day by day, as different tribes would have different politics, beliefs, allies, enemies, and it was very hard to keep track of how many tribes there were in the world. Grim was in a tribe called “Blackfyre” that would set other tribe’s villages and towns ablaze, and steal their tribe members, but nothing lasts forever.

Backstory
Grim was in his home dimension, travelling along a player-made road, when he stumbled upon a glowing portal, as usual he got curious and threw a piece of dirt into it, he then stuck his hand in, suddenly a pig rushed behind him and scared him, causing him to accidentally jump into the portal head first. Grim was confused about where he was, it was in a forest-type of place, he didn’t have his exosuit, and he wasn’t in a wasteland anymore. He thought it was a new land in our dimension at first, but when he travelled to a village and saw elves, dwarves and other types of creatures, Grim was greatly confused, but knew he wasn’t where he used to be. Something was different about this dimension, Grim tried to talk to some of the citizens of the village but they weren’t able to understand him, he had to motion with my hands a few things before they brought over a mystic who could translate any language. Grim started speaking to him and at first he didn’t believe him, but then Grim described his (now) old ways of life, what he did, who he was, and the mystic started to believe him. Grim started to live with the citizens and learn their language, eventually though a raiding party of bandits came by and killed most of the other citizens, they burnt down the buildings and destroyed all of our crops. Grim managed to escape right before the building he was in collapsed. It gave him flashbacks to my old world and what went on there, he still had a connection to it from my memories, but they were slowly becoming distorted. Grim travelled along a small path he found in the forest, coming upon a small hut. He peeked through the window, inside was a lone dwarf, after looking around the hut he could tell he was a forger. Grim knocked on his door. He woke up and we started talking, Grim told him my story, as did he to me. When he brought up the advanced exosuits his people used to wear to protect themselves, the forger became even more intrigued. Grim described to him what he used to wear, but the forger said it sounded too advanced for even him to make (apparently he was one of the best iron forgers in the land [or at least so he said]). He said he could give Grim a black and white hoodie he had laying around, some new blackpants and some black shoes. He then gave Grim a tiny bit of food, finished writing down his story, and let Grim go on my way. What he didn’t know was that Grim stole some valuables from his forging hut, he knew he needed to survive one way or another, and stealing, looting and killing were what he was already used to. It was just time to start it in another realm. Now he sit on the outskirts of towns, villages and other places, waiting for a new victim to come his way.

Trivia

 * GamingDerp owns the Rathnir Discord Archive
 * GamingDerp's joindate is 5/7/2021