Mennix

Name:

Mennix

Fuzzknuckle

Race:

Halfling

Class:

Warrior

No matter what life has to throw at him, one thing will never get him down.

He has the sexiest foothair in all of Norrath. Some may think Mennix is a bit egotistical, a bit arrogant, yet one thing all will agree on…He is right. His foothairs are just way too gorgeous.

As a child, quickly reaching that tumulus age that all boys go through on their path to adulthood, his feet were, well basically, follicly challenged. Not a single hair sprouted on those proud feet! And worst of all, the insults and name calling by his peers. That Gubbin twit was the worst. "Nah nah! Mennix Baldfunkle!" "Hey

Mennix? Need a comb?" Teasing that would emotionally scar others. Yet, Mennix was of strong will, of strong stock, of a really devious mischievous personality.

He did not let the insults get him down. He vowed, he prayed, he charmed the Gods themselves for an abundance of foothair. He knew they would sprout. He just knew it! And while he waited, he planned with the utmost spite against that evil incarnate

Gubbin.

Then one night, a night filled with the typical yammering of goblins trying to enter the Thicket, Mennix awoke to a most curious tickling sensation under his blankets, down below his knees. With a start, he threw back his blankets, and screamed with utter delight. His feet had sprouted! He had foothair! And boy did he have foothair. He marveled at the thickness, the intricate weave, the almost magical, seductive aura put out by the long awaited follicles. His plans for Gubbin, forgotten for the time.

Rivervale rejoiced. Never in the history of Halflings has one borne such foothair.

Whispers of a Second Coming scattered about on the breeze. Gubbin was perturbed to say the least.