Jimbo is a man of stout build with a perpetual five o clock shadow and hair that looks like it was cut with a combat knife. He wears mismatched pieces of heavy plate over a tattered red infantry tunic. His shield is scratched and dented, bearing the symbol of a fist holding a set of dice. He has a jovial, wide grin that rarely matches his cold, calculating eyes.

I speak loudly and carry a big hammer. I have a military metaphor for every situation, even when they make absolutely no sense to civilians. I am polite to a fault until I am not, at which point I become a loud, chaotic hurricane of theological jargon.

Jimbo Jimothy the 4th comes from a long line of decorated infantrymen, all named Jimbo. His father, Jimbo the 3rd, expected his son to lead the vanguard. However, during a siege, Jimbo found himself more interested in the chaplain's sacramental wine and the strange, chaotic miracles that seemed to happen whenever things went wrong. He realized that luck and chaos were just as important as formation and discipline. He was discharged after 'accidentally' using the sergeant's cape to bandage a wounded stray dog. Now, he roams the lands as a self proclaimed priest of the 'God of Happy Accidents'. He still uses his rank to get into high end taverns, claiming he is on a holy scouting mission. While he claims to hate the army, he still wakes up at dawn and polishes his armor until it shines, a habit he simply cannot break.