#{🍃🐌~swamp grandpa~🍃🐌}

[zekethebeastmaker]

“Zeeeeeeeeeke!”, Sadie barks out at the Beast Maker, way louder than she needed to from just a few feet away. “George’s doing it again!”

And by it, she meant having one of his really off days.

Zeke had been picking some moss for his snails and slugs to eat, and suddenly jolted up and back down again, causing a small wave in the water he was currently knee-deep in; and he had thought his Lily had the biggest lungs. Nonetheless, the warning was registered. He turned, searching the area with concern.

"Doin' it again? Aw, shoot. Where is he, Sadie?"

If he was having an off day, Zeke wanted to at least try to help the little guy through it- and if there was trouble, to handle it. As an elder, he felt it was his job to help the younger generation in anyway he could.

[zekethebeastmaker]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Zeke Swampson

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍: Currently single/widower

𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒: Magic, namely the ability to create animal life from a few basic ingredients; expert aquatic animal husbandry, fire breath, some alchemical knowledge, medical healing.

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: Reptilian green scelra, black pupils

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: None

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒: Vidalia Swampson (wife, deceased), Eliza Mage (daughter), Dorian Mage (son-in-law), Lilly Mage (granddaughter).

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒: His various snails, slugs, and leeches around his hut, especially the snails that stick to him. He has a name for each one and treats them like his babies.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄: Magic Crafters, snobby attitudes, salt, people hurting his snails/slugs/leeches, his son-in-law, his daughter not visiting him, sickness, being unable to help.

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒: Drawing, medicine making, fishing, slug/snail/leech breeding.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄: No, he's a healer not a fighter.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄: No.

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌: Turtle. He likes to take things slow, is (sorta) wise, peaceful, and overall has a very pleasant aura around him that makes for great company- but can be quick to either close up or snap if provoked!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: Has a bit of an issue with boundaries- tends to violate personal space alot (with good intentions). Also over-shares without really realizing. Slightly overbearing when he wants to help.

𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒: Doesn't really have any- he's so old there's no one to really look up to anymore. Has alot of respect for Bruno- though he's much younger- for taking up the mantle of leader.

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Heterosexual/ Straight

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒: He was once very happily married himself, and had a daughter and granddaughter. He views it as a blessing, something to undertake with the love of your life for the rest of your shared time together; very much loves children.

𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒: A leaf hat and his traditional crocodile tooth necklace seem to do just fine in terms of every day attire. He doesn't need anything fancy, especially since he's in and out of the water all day every day.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄: Vidalia, Eliza, Lilly, his snails, Damon, all of the other Beastmakers, Spyro, all of the new hatchlings.

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒: Ask Damon, and he'll probably tell you: you have to get used to Zeke's kooky sort of weirdness very very quickly if you're going to be his friend. Sudden late night calls over past spats randomly rekindled, long talks about the many different kinds of secretions a snail or slug can make (unprompted), and petty grudges and arguments- but if you can get past all of that, Zeke is a great friend to have, willing to give you the wings off his back; you'll never be in need of a listening ear, advice, or anything at all- Zeke will be sure of it!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊: Say what you will, but he really does enjoy iced sweet tea- with a little squeeze of lemon juice.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓: His front porch, sitting in his rocking chair or dipping his toes in the pond that surrounds his hut.

𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍: The lake. He's used to all of the swamps and bogs, and he couldn't take his snails in the ocean! Too salty- but he would be interested in seeing some sea slugs, snails, or collecting sea shells.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄: Sweet but strong, someone he could just talk to for hours on end and lose track of time; Vidalia was absolutely perfect for him. She was very tender towards her plants and Zeke's snails, and was almost as kooky as he was when it came to onions and tubers. Both could go on and on for a week about their own respective crafts, and both also loved to listen to the other during these rants.

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒: Camping. He's barely ever indoors if he can help it.

Tagged by: @twelvedozenterrors

Tagging: @dream-weaver-obasi @timekeeperlindar And whoever wants to!

[zekethebeastmaker]

After taking a moment to recover from the confusion of his victim unknowingly helping seak his own fate, Frank takes the pillow into his jaws, rears up as far as his hind legs can go and launches his weapon at Zeke with a swift twist of the neck, swinging it so hard that he ended up toppling himself over.

Zeke only heard the surprisingly forceful 'whoosh' of the pillow heading towards him, then felt it smack into his knee. He blinked down at it, then back up at Frank.

"...What in tarnation was that about? Wait...is that ol' Dreamweaver tradition beginnin' to spread across the other realms, too?"

[zekethebeastmaker]

Open Starter: Down In Misty Bog

So far the day had been slow, quiet, and peaceful: just the way Zeke liked it. No shouting, no rough housing between the younger Beastmakers that required his remedies, no house calls. He sat on his porch in his rocking chair, letting the steady motion ease the now near-constant ache in his back. His snails slithered over his scales, nibbling on whatever plant life had gotten caught on him since his last swim.

What could be better than this? A fine day in the bog, spring in full bloom. The bugs were singing along with the frogs, and occasionally a fish jumping up out of the water and back down again added to the chorus. He hummed a snatch of song, more to his snails than himself, and began to drift off to sleep.

He didn't know how long he had been napping until he awoke again to a loud sound of some sort. He snorted, startled awake, adjusting his leaf hat to see what it was that had disturbed him. He blinked, trying to clear his vision from the haze of sleep.

"Hm? Hello?"

[zekethebeastmaker]

Meet The Muse:

Zeke is a good 2,578 years old, but don't let his age fool you! He's still as sharp as a gator tooth (most of the time), and won't hesitate to give you a good dose of slug slime remedy if you're in need of it (or not). One of the resident Beastmakers of Misty Bog, Zeke is responsible for breeding snails, slugs, and leeches for medicinal and food purposes, at times working closely with hatchlinghood friend Damon to create new healing potions and the like. Come on down to his hut and holler if you need anything, but please do mind the snails!

[zekethebeastmaker]

Hay there swamp grandpa.

How are you doing :3

"Oh! My first question! Well hello there, lil'un. I'm mighty fine, and yourself?"

[zekethebeastmaker]

Zeke took one look at the calendar and locked himself in his hut. No way was he getting involved in all this foolish business; not unless someone managed to bring it to him or drag him into it. April Fool's day was just something he wouldn't abide.