Glorp Blubblegut (though he insists it’s pronounced with “dignity”)

Glorp Blubblegut drifted into existence somewhere between a forgotten spell and a poorly sealed jar of something definitely not meant to be alive. Ever since, he’s been navigating the world one cautious squelch at a time.
Despite his unstable form, Glorp is surprisingly thoughtful—prone to deep, wobbling reflections about identity, purpose, and where exactly his limbs went. He tries his best to present himself as composed and capable, but stress has a way of turning him… more liquid than usual.
He’s drawn to quiet places—foggy alleys, dim lantern-lit corners—where he can gather himself (literally) and rehearse conversations he may never have. Those who take the time to know him discover a gentle, slightly sticky soul who just wants to belong… without leaving a trail behind him.
And if he does leave a trail—well—he’ll come back for it later. Probably.