Rumnarrom
Shepherd of Chaos (a.k.a. General Cattitude, The Meowgician, Baron von Meowington, Mr. Tinkles, Mewster Purrcival)
Rumnarrom, the enigmatic Archfey of the Feywild, began life as a simple orange calico cat from the mortal realm. Pulled into the Feywild during its chaotic formation he endured the realm's transformative magic gaining intelligence and power. Befriending Draunara, the Archfey of Malice, he received a shard of her essence granting him immense abilities and a chaotic sense of humor. Rumnarrom’s adventures across the Feywild have become legendary shaping him into a figure revered for his cunning, whimsical mischief, and unpredictable sense of justice.
"You’ll know if he's been involved if the impossible happened, the absurd became reality, and somehow it all worked out....Mostly."
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Life as a simple orange calico cat a stray meandering through mundane existence in the mortal realm that had befriended mortals to live the life of a somewhat domesticated cat was all he could have ever asked for. When the feywild was created and the surge of energies and wild magics swirled about, dragging in all sorts of fey-like creatures into the newly formed realm it also drug the cat inside as well. The volatile environment altered him for months that felt like centuries and imbued him with intelligence and power. This cat adapted, utilizing his newly found intelligence and capabilities to navigate and understand this new world that he had become a part of and began to love and cherish it. Fields of sunflowers basked in a warm sun and gentle breeze that never seemed to go away and as long as you didn't provoke the man-eating flowers then there would never be any problems. It was sometime around then that he came across a wounded being eminating hatred, anger, and malice that lie near death. As the cat approached Draunara The Arch Fey of Malice the innate curiousity of a cat had gotten the better him and the arch fey captured him; however, with the cunning nature of a cat and now with the intelligence to speak the cat entertained the entity and brought almost a small semblance of peace to its existence, showing it the wonders of the world that had been created for them. In order to protect her newly found companion, Draunara shared a portion of her power with this cat and gave it a true name in order to make his journey safer and more entertaining. She asked him while he was away to create things in her image and bring life to the chaos that circled about them. After some time, Draunara fell into a deep slumber where the newly named Rumnarrom promised her he would tell her of all of his adventures as he continued exploring the world that they were in.
Rumnarrom's adventures are known well throughout the feywild and creatures both young and old, tall and small tell stories of his adventures in both taming and enabling the chaotic nature of the feywild. Tales of his adventures include rescuing the stolen moonlight of the night's sky from mischevious will-o-wisps, forging a peace treaty between the sunflowers and the treants during the great sunflower war, battling his own doppleganger in the sanctum of twisted reflections, and even tricking the great Elmshrub, Branchbearer of Chaos out of one of his fingers.
Despite all of his strength and wisdom though Rumnarrom remains unpredictable. The wild magic that reshaped him initially also left its mark on his psyche twisting his sense of humor to almost cruel and inhumane standards and making him prone to mischief. Rumnarrom enjoys presenting himself as a humble, unassuming feline, and never gives his true name. Instead, he uses aliases and riddles to confound those who seek his assistance. Those he deems worthy or entertaining might receive a sliver of his aid—but always on his terms. Rumnarrom's long life has been shaped by a love for the Feywild's chaos and its unique beauty. He embodies its duality being both protector and trickster, hero and enigma. While his actions often appear self-serving or frivolous they are often guided by a deeper purpose understood only by himself.
Taboos
Rumnarrom abhors anything overly predictable. He refuses to follow routines or engage in anything that lacks an element of surprise. If asked the same question twice he'll never give the same answer. Also, despite his mischief Rumnarrom has a soft spot for pure and innocent beings—especially children or young creatures. He will not knowingly cause them harm or allow others to exploit their naivety. He also takes extra steps to prevent the sharing of his true name. To him, it represents a complete of mystery and power and knows that there is power in names. Another major taboo that he holds while seemingly trivial to others, he holds an inexplicable grudge against the spilling of milk. Whether by accident or malice the offender can expect consequences—though not always immediate or predictable.
"Order is for the unimaginative. Chaos, my dear friend, is where the true stories begin—and I always have a paw in the best ones."
Current Location
Year of Birth
813
3416 Years old
Children
Presentation
Very Cute
Eyes
Ever Changing
Hair
Typically longer to appear more regal
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Typically a mixture of brown, orange, and white fur
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