ᴛᴇʀ·ʀᴏʀ /ˈᴛᴇʀəʀ/sᴜʙᴍɪᴛ ɴᴏᴜɴ 1. ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇ ғᴇᴀʀ. "ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ғʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ" sʏɴᴏɴʏᴍs: ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇ ғᴇᴀʀ, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ, ғᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟɪɴɢ, ғʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʟᴀʀᴍ, ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ -"sʜᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ" ɢʏᴛʀᴀsʜ "ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀᴛᴏɴ 'ɢʏᴛʀᴀsʜ' ᴡᴀs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴏɢɢᴀʀᴅ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴅᴀʏs, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴀ 'ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏɢ' ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴏʀʀɪᴅ ᴇʏᴇs." - ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴏᴄᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟᴋ-ʟᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟ, ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ-ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1886 ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴀ sᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ. ∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆ Alone. That's what he was. Fear. That's what he felt. Monster. That's what he is.. √√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√√ Grimm was a 'great' man.. ... Yeah, I'm being sarcastic. ... Grimm was a 1,045 year old handsome man. You might be thinking, "Wow! He's probably an old grandpa by now! Pssh- he can't even pound somebody without turning to dust!- What's wrong with me?" But nah, it was quiet opposite. He can pound any man or woman out there! Ahem-! Sorry. Off track. What I MEANT to say is, he can have fun with anyone out there! (Better?) How? Well, easy! He's immortal! Yyuup! Just like Ban (Pronounced 'Bon')! Anyways, enough of this sex talk. Grimm is a merc with a smart ass mouth, yet a somewhat kind heart. You got money? He'll be there. You want someone gone? Guess what? He's there! You got leftover fresh pizza? No joke! He'll definitely be there! Now do the math. Grimm + 2 Males =
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