Knox Grimsby

“I don’t give half of half a shit about what Suzy Cymbals said about your cocktail dress, kiddo.”

— Knox Grimsby

Security Chief of the Frequency Fae, Grounding Stone, Vibe Bouncer

Appearance

Knox Grimsby is a little too tall, a little too wide, and rough around every edge. His skin is pale, his nose slightly crooked, and a vicious scar cuts from his right cheek down beneath his jawline — a mark he does not talk about. His eyes are tired, but sharp, like a steel trap that’s never really sprung.

He wears a weather-beaten black trench coat over a disheveled button-up and black slacks, with shoes that have survived more years and fights than most changelings do. He looks like a Vampire LARPer who never got the memo to change back, and that impression is not helped by his gruff demeanor and tendency to stare too long before speaking.

You’ll often find him outside the Rock Hall lighting a cigarette — and later, eating the butt rather than littering.

Kith and Seeming

Kith: Redcap
Seeming: Grump
Court: Seelie (publicly known, never advertised)

Knox is a strange kind of Redcap: sociable in bursts, surprisingly wise, and known for not biting people unless absolutely necessary. His Birthright manifests in small moments of grit and survival — like his casual devouring of cigarette butts — but he’s also a ferocious fighter when it counts. The teeth come out only when words and warning glares fail. This all speaks to his publicly known alignment with the Seelie Court, though it's a truth he never actually advertises.

He views his Frailty (the compulsion to intimidate) as “a challenge, not a mandate.” But if someone disrespects him, his people, or the Rock Hall? “The School of Hard Fucking Knox” is back in session.

Role in Frequency Fae

As Security Chief, Knox is the first and last wall between the chaotic energies of the Dreaming and the artists, staff, and Freeholders of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. He handles chimera disruptions, uninvited nobility, over-Glamoured groupies, and aggressive redcaps with the same blunt precision.

Knox treats every member of Frequency Fae as under his protection — Hazel, Remy, Finch, Sylvaine, even the chimerical entities lurking backstage. He’s the only Grump in the oath circle, and that generational difference shows. He’s like a foul-mouthed uncle who has personally fought every threat you’ll ever face, and lived to ash another smoke over it.

He’d die for any of them, and he nearly has.

Knox sleeps in an oversized hammock in a converted office near one of the Rock Hall’s loading bays. He rarely leaves the premises unless Glamour runs dry. If needed, he crashes near The Echo Chamber’s balefire — though he avoids “uppity improv jam sessions” with visible disgust.

Demeanor and Personality

Knox says what he means and doesn’t suffer drama lightly. He’ll listen to your sorrows, offer a solution, and call you a dumbass if you don’t take it. He doesn’t waste time on frills — or on people who think dreaming is license for idiocy.

He loves classic rock deeply — especially Cream, Parliament Funkadelic, Hendrix, and Metallica — and considers his post at the Rock Hall a genuine honor. He treats its mortal staff with more reverence than many Sidhe treat their lovers.

He has a surprising number of gamer expressions, often muttering things like:

• “That fucker’s got mad DR.”
• “These chummers have no idea what they're talking about.”
• “You pulled aggro, now deal with it.”
• "Roll for initiative, motherfucker."

Legacy

• Knox came to Cleveland a few years ago from the darker corners of Chicago’s changeling underground. He’s been tight-lipped about his life before that, but rumors swirl of battles fought under House Dougal’s watch, and even a quote from Queen Mary-Elizabeth:
  “He’s too useful. I had to let him go.”
• Knox cares more about people than relics — and is one of the few changelings authorized to draw Glamour from Rock Hall artifacts when absolutely necessary. He treats this permission with reverence, having only broken a few items when defending staff from rogue chimera. (“It's not like Björk <pronounced buh-JORK> was gonna wear that goose again. Thank fuck for insurance.”)
• His trauma runs deep — especially when it comes to Sidhe dominance or emotional manipulation. He’s been on the receiving end before and has built himself into a willpower fortress in response. A rare few Sidhe might be welcome — but they will be watched.