Jebediah Crabapple
Name: Jebediah Crabapple
Gender: Male
Get off my lawn, you damn kids!
Mask
- Age: 85+
- Height: 5'8“
- Weight: 120lbs
- Hair: Grey with a red tint
- Eyes: Black
- Complexion: mottled, rosy skin, hump-backed
Mein
- Age: Indeterminate, old
- Height: 5'3”
- Weight: 110lbs
- Hair: Red, antenna-hair
- Eyes: Black
- Complexion: Red with white spots
- Appearance: 1 pair of legs, 2 pairs of arms, one of which has pincers, and a shell on his back (which appears as his hump-back in Mask form)
Seeming: Beasts
Kith: Hardbacks (strawberry hermit crab)
Court: None
Occupation: Retired, gardening/farming
The over 100-something cranky cold coot, Jeb, was a former member of the Autumn Court before becoming independent. While he was never particularly friendly and sociable over-all, he's always been “friends” with Nehemiah Rumples, for varying definitions of “friends”. He was a former Autumn Court Emissary under Nehemiah, during his time within the court.
These days he primarily hides in his house up in northern Fulton county, somewhat near Alpharetta but in a far more wild and bumblefucky atmosphere than an Atlanta denizen would tend to think of when they hear “Alpharetta”. He has a somewhat run-down oldish house directly off of a main road with 34 acres of land surrounding it. He can often be found out doing yard work, either his earth garden in the front, his vegetable and spice garden in the side yard, or his small pecan and peach orchard in the back.
Despite his age, he is sharp as a knife and spry as a grasshopper. He puts up quite a mean screech with a waterfall of curses and insults when someone walks or drives on his lawn (why doesn't that damn county build a sidewalk already! sheesh!). One definitely does not want to cross him, for sanity's sake if nothing else.
Unfortunately, he is somewhat of an important individual within the changeling community, not because of his tenuous friendship with Nehemiah, but because he owns the key entry point into a vast and varied goblin fruit garden/orchard in the hedge that he maintains in his plentiful spare time. Nobody ever likes having to go ask crabby ol' Jeb for passage to it, but when you need something, you need something. Most of the time, dealing with Jeb is safer and easier for a wanton changeling than entering the hedge at a more distant portal and braving the horrors of the footpaths and trods that lead to it, assuming they even know the way there in the first place.