Gnome Biographies

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Gnivvin is without a doubt, the gnome with the biggest heart. Gnivvin is the gnome equivalent of a warm hug on a chilly day.

If there’s a problem, big or small, Gnivvin’s your gnome! Stubbed toe? Gnivvin’s already there, glue in hand, ready to stick things back together. 

He's the kind of gnome who tried to knit socks for the mushrooms because he thought they looked cold.

Gnivvin’s enthusiasm to help knows no bounds, which, let’s be honest, can sometimes be a bit much for some of the grumpier gnomes. Grumblethorn often complains that Gnivvin’s heart is just too big. “No one needs that much kindness before breakfast!” he grumbles. But Gnivvin just smiles.

The rest of the gnomes adore him. They know that Gnivvin’s got their backs—and their toes.

Gnoggin is the most inquisitive gnome you’ll ever meet, and he simply must know everything about everyone. If a leaf rustles, Gnoggin’s there, taking notes. If a mushroom looks slightly taller than yesterday, Gnoggin’s got his measuring tape out.

Now, this endless curiosity is often endearing—until it’s not. Like the time Gnoggin overheard Grumblethorn mumbling about his secret recipe for mushroom stew. The next day, Gnoggin decided to recreate the stew, except he used the wrong mushrooms. Let’s just say the entire village spent the afternoon in an altered state and Grumblethorn still hasn’t forgiven him.

Gnoggin is also notorious for finding things that were never lost in the first place and also fixing things. Need your doorbell fixed? Gnoggin’s already taken it apart and put it back together. Usely correctly—but not always.

At the end of the day, Gnoggin’s boundless curiosity is a blessing. Just don’t leave anything lying around that Gnoggin might decide to fix.

Gnorman means well but is truly walking to the beat of his own drum. Nothing he does makes much sense—bless him. But what he lacks in smarts, he more than makes up for in enthusiasm. He’s always the first to volunteer for a task, which generally fills the other gnomes with mild anxiety.

The gnomes still remember The Great Stingfest, when Gnorman helped the beekeeper by painting his hives purple because, well, because no reason really. Gnorman passed blissfully on with his paintbrush, but by the time the beekeeper arrived the bees were so stirred up they chased him for at least a mile, which is a very long way when you have short ceramic legs. The bees were so stirred up they stung not only the beekeeper but every other gnome they passed on the way. 

So, if you ever need someone to lend a hand, Gnorman is not your gnome. He may want to help but you'd be well advised not to let him.

Grizzlestick is not your average garden gnome. With a face that looks like it was carved out of stone, Grizzlestick is as gnarly as they come. If you happen to wander into his garden uninvited, you’ll be greeted with a glare so fierce it could wilt a sunflower.

Grizzlestick doesn’t like roving gnomes. He considers them to be careless, overly chatty, and, worst of all, prone to stepping on his prize-winning tulips. His Garden Estate is his pride and joy, a fortress of order and perfection, and he’s determined to protect it from any gnome that dares wander too close. Roving gnomes, with their carefree ways are Grizzlestick’s sworn enemies. He once chased a gnome out of his garden for merely whistling too loudly near his begonias.

But Grizzlestick is not all gnarly gnome. His love for his flowers is unmatched, and he talks to them every morning in a gruff but caring tone. His roses and his marigolds have often been observed getting an affectionate pat when he thinks no one’s watching. 

So, while Grizzlestick might seem like a curmudgeon, his heart is rooted firmly in his beloved garden. Just don’t step on his tulips, or you might take a hammering from his Go Away sign.

Winston Fairfield is a gnome with standards—his own standards. In his perfectly kept community, nothing is out of place, especially not the other gnomes. Winston firmly believes that only gnomes from “the right homes” deserve a spot in his garden. And he definitely won't include gnomes whose name start with G!
 

If you’re not from just the right family you can forget about Winston giving you a pass. He’s got a literal list of acceptable gnome features: proper names, proper hats, right sized feet, and just the right faces.

Winston's garden is like an exclusive gnome club—every toadstool, every pebble, and every hedge is meticulously approved by him. He walks through the garden with his hands behind his back, nodding approvingly at each “worthy” gnome. “Ah, yes, Cedric,” Winston might say, with a pompous puff of his chest. “A beautifully pruned topiary. Exemplary.”

Winston has been known to stand at the edge of his garden, chin raised and eyes narrowed, peering over the fence at the "riff-raff" in the neighbouring garden. “Ghastly,” he's been heard to mutter.
 

In Winston’s world, it’s all about class, respectability, and the belief that his garden is the crème de la crème of gnome society. So, if you’re on Winston’s approved list, don't relax! You are just one scuffed boot away from being thrown over the garden fence.