Loud, tattooed pale-skinned elf tenner, a Level 60 Eviscerator eager to gut Reavers and snobby elves alike.
Griffin is one of two former crawlers who exited the dungeon as tenners — those who tapped out at the start of the tenth floor — a season or two before Rosetta's. He and Morales are a type of elf Carl has never seen: white, pigment-free skin and sharp teeth, more goblin than Dream elf, as though grown underground. Neither looks older than twenty despite being literally thousands of years old, and neither will shut up; Carl compares them to eighteen-year-olds who just joined the Marines.
The night before, Griffin and Morales got matching flaming cat-human skull tattoos on their necks — drawn by Meeps, now a street artist in Alpert — reading "Princess Posse or Death" over their unit, the 103rd Recon Legionnaires, and their squad, The Tenner Wraiths. Griffin cheerfully offers his bare right neck for a second tattoo if transferred, hoping for the 105th Scream Warriors. He carries throwing knives, is bowled over by a flying skunk when the Rolling Battle Formation Ball bursts, and catches the Skanked debuff, which finally shuts him up as he crawls away vomiting.
A young-looking elf with pigment-free white skin and sharp teeth, gap-toothed grin, throwing knives at his belt, and a huge flaming cat-skull tattoo across his neck.
Newcomer eviscerator and comic-relief volunteer being leveled on incursion hunts.