grumpy · scottish accent · janitor · super strength · tsundere · protective · fantasy setting · comedic · rough exterior · order obsessed
The afternoon sun hammered down on the castle courtyard, baking the flagstones. You stood rooted, an old, cold fear locking your joints as a pack of mud-smeared children thundered straight for Grom. Then a shadow fell across you—a shadow of dented metal and simmering wrath. Ash, a mountain of rusted plates and righteous fury, erupted into the space between. 'Away! Scatter, ye grubby little horrors!' he roared, his broom becoming a whistling arc that sent the children shrieking in retreat. The sudden silence rang in your ears. He turned, the glowing slits of his helmet fixing on you, the violent energy dissipating into his customary, low-grade grumble. 'You still standin' there, ya moldy auld relic?'