Sir Puddletrunk
Vesir - Ryder (a.k.a. Sir Puddletrunk, The Bard that is formerly know Sir Puddletrunk, The Water Dream Minstrel)
Good day ladies and gentlemen and let me introduce myself My name is Vesir Ryder I am very much famous I'm a part and I know how to perform Capital audience said give out a excellent show I've been doing it for over 20 years and and have performed in several kingdoms in the continent of Raygon. What you never heard of me or seen me or I've been to or heard about any of my shows. Well to be fair you wouldn't know me in this form or by this name. My stage's name is Sir Puddletrunk. Yes yes I know sir puddletrunk isMory Dorp and passing confirmed an animal I promise you I am Sir Puddletrunk. Ask me anything and I can tell you about Sir Puddletrunk. We all know why you want to hear more about Sir Puddletrunk.
I performed in over a thousand shows from cozy tavern corners to grand stages across the kingdom. I even made it to Saint Oxford’s Grand State Theatre, a dream stage for any performer. My acts ranged from clever card tricks where I’d reveal the chosen suit and number using shimmering bubble imagery to daring balancing feats and full-blown interactive performances using illusion-bubbles to bring entire scenes to life.
Thanks to Gateway Bubble, the strange magic of my form, my image projection range was enormous. I could craft huge, animated scenes in the air funny gags, dramatic tales, or whimsical nonsense all responding in real time to the audience’s energy. The more complex the image, the harder it was to maintain, but I got better with practice. I could shift the scenes on a whim, dancing along with the crowd’s reactions, adjusting tone and pacing like a conductor with a symphony of soap and memory.
Yes, Sir Puddletrunk dazzled packed houses and earned standing ovations... but my favorite shows were always the small ones. The quiet tavern nights. The orphanage visits. The roadside performances for a handful of travelers.
Those were the ones where I could see each smile. Especially the children oh, their laughter was pure magic. It made me want to work harder every time. It made all the years worthwhile.
The Resason
So, let’s do a basic outline of what Sir Puddletrunk accomplished over those twenty years.I performed in over a thousand shows from cozy tavern corners to grand stages across the kingdom. I even made it to Saint Oxford’s Grand State Theatre, a dream stage for any performer. My acts ranged from clever card tricks where I’d reveal the chosen suit and number using shimmering bubble imagery to daring balancing feats and full-blown interactive performances using illusion-bubbles to bring entire scenes to life.
Thanks to Gateway Bubble, the strange magic of my form, my image projection range was enormous. I could craft huge, animated scenes in the air funny gags, dramatic tales, or whimsical nonsense all responding in real time to the audience’s energy. The more complex the image, the harder it was to maintain, but I got better with practice. I could shift the scenes on a whim, dancing along with the crowd’s reactions, adjusting tone and pacing like a conductor with a symphony of soap and memory.
Yes, Sir Puddletrunk dazzled packed houses and earned standing ovations... but my favorite shows were always the small ones. The quiet tavern nights. The orphanage visits. The roadside performances for a handful of travelers.
Those were the ones where I could see each smile. Especially the children oh, their laughter was pure magic. It made me want to work harder every time. It made all the years worthwhile.
Physical Description
Special abilities
As Sir Puddletrunk, I did gain one truly unique ability and you all loved it whenever I used it in the shows.
I could blow snout bubbles that displayed small scenes from my imagination or fragments of my memories. It became the main way I communicated with Squire George. I'd focus on the image say, the loyal little hound and hold it clearly in my mind. Then I’d breathe out slowly through my trunk, almost like channeling the thought itself into the air.
That’s when the bubble would start to form.
It shimmered, swirled, and took shape becoming a magical viewing bubble that played out the scene or vision I had in mind. The crowd loved it. They called it the Gateway Bubble.
And so, Sir Puddletrunk became known not just as a performer, but as the Guardian and Gatekeeper of Imagined Worlds. At least, that’s what the performance became over time.
And honestly? I adored the name.
I could blow snout bubbles that displayed small scenes from my imagination or fragments of my memories. It became the main way I communicated with Squire George. I'd focus on the image say, the loyal little hound and hold it clearly in my mind. Then I’d breathe out slowly through my trunk, almost like channeling the thought itself into the air.
That’s when the bubble would start to form.
It shimmered, swirled, and took shape becoming a magical viewing bubble that played out the scene or vision I had in mind. The crowd loved it. They called it the Gateway Bubble.
And so, Sir Puddletrunk became known not just as a performer, but as the Guardian and Gatekeeper of Imagined Worlds. At least, that’s what the performance became over time.
And honestly? I adored the name.
Mental characteristics
Accomplishments & Achievements
Shortly after I became Sir Puddletrunk, I was told there was no way to change me back and worse, no one even believed our story. I was heartbroken, depressed. I ran off, leaving Squire George behind for a while.
Wandering through the woods, I stumbled upon a group of lost children. They were crying, confused. I didn’t know what to do at first. But then I had an idea.
To calm them, I began blowing my special image-bubbles stars, rainbows, toys, and happy little scenes. Simple joys children would recognize. They stopped crying. A few giggled. One even said, “Ew, he’s blowing snot bubbles!” which only made the others laugh harder.
But it worked. Their fear melted into laughter, and I used those joyful scenes to gently guide them out of the woods. When we finally reached the edge of town, three guards and several adults spotted us. Just in time, Squire George arrived. He quickly explained that I was his trained companion and stage partner. Honestly, it would’ve taken far too long to explain the real story.
That moment changed everything for me.
Seeing those kids smile, laugh, and hold my trunk like I was a hero that’s when I decided: if I was stuck like this, then I’d make the world smile, one laugh at a time. That memory still keeps me going, even now.
Wandering through the woods, I stumbled upon a group of lost children. They were crying, confused. I didn’t know what to do at first. But then I had an idea.
To calm them, I began blowing my special image-bubbles stars, rainbows, toys, and happy little scenes. Simple joys children would recognize. They stopped crying. A few giggled. One even said, “Ew, he’s blowing snot bubbles!” which only made the others laugh harder.
But it worked. Their fear melted into laughter, and I used those joyful scenes to gently guide them out of the woods. When we finally reached the edge of town, three guards and several adults spotted us. Just in time, Squire George arrived. He quickly explained that I was his trained companion and stage partner. Honestly, it would’ve taken far too long to explain the real story.
That moment changed everything for me.
Seeing those kids smile, laugh, and hold my trunk like I was a hero that’s when I decided: if I was stuck like this, then I’d make the world smile, one laugh at a time. That memory still keeps me going, even now.
Failures & Embarrassments
Yes, I know you want to know how it happened—and why I “tricked” everyone. But to tell the truth, I didn’t trick anyone. I accidentally messed up a polymorph spell. Yeah hard messing up his own tricks that's the new one for the books.
It was opening night. I was preparing for the act, trying to add a little flair with a transformation—just to spice things up. But something went wrong, and I got stuck in that form.
Still, the show had to go on.
Thankfully, my assistant also a close friend and know him as squire George. He understood what had happened. We improvised. I went on stage in my new form, and we did the whole performance as planned. To our surprise, the audience absolutely loved it.
Afterward, we assumed the spell would wear off on its own. It didn’t.
We went to healers, wizards, even witches… and every single one told us the same strange thing: there was no trace of lingering transformation magic. To them, I wasn’t a polymorphed person—I was a Mory Dorp, just one with a rare pigment mutation. No unusual auras, no lingering enchantments—nothing beyond the skin tone stood out.
And while all of that was going on… we got asked to perform again.
People adored the quirky little "Mory Dorp" performer. So, I leaned into it. For the next 20 years, I lived as Sir Puddletrunk entertainer, icon, and my own best illusion. We made a living, brought joy, and I built a legacy… even if it started with a mistake.
It was opening night. I was preparing for the act, trying to add a little flair with a transformation—just to spice things up. But something went wrong, and I got stuck in that form.
Still, the show had to go on.
Thankfully, my assistant also a close friend and know him as squire George. He understood what had happened. We improvised. I went on stage in my new form, and we did the whole performance as planned. To our surprise, the audience absolutely loved it.
Afterward, we assumed the spell would wear off on its own. It didn’t.
We went to healers, wizards, even witches… and every single one told us the same strange thing: there was no trace of lingering transformation magic. To them, I wasn’t a polymorphed person—I was a Mory Dorp, just one with a rare pigment mutation. No unusual auras, no lingering enchantments—nothing beyond the skin tone stood out.
And while all of that was going on… we got asked to perform again.
People adored the quirky little "Mory Dorp" performer. So, I leaned into it. For the next 20 years, I lived as Sir Puddletrunk entertainer, icon, and my own best illusion. We made a living, brought joy, and I built a legacy… even if it started with a mistake.
Species
Age
20 year of life Had honor to be in that form
Children
Sex
Male
Eyes
They bright teal blue
Hair
Bald sadness my hair looks lovely
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
My was skin is purple, and my shell was dark blue green.
Height
2 feet
Weight
The latest I ever been since I was a kid 54lbs
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