Character from Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson
A grumpy copper-burning Smoker whose perpetual pessimism hides the quiet pride of a man who shelters revolutionaries in his own shop.
Clubs communicates primarily through grunts, scowls, and complaints. He predicts failure for every plan, disaster for every operation, and doom for every venture — then works tirelessly to make them succeed. His coppercloud hides the crew's Allomancy from detection, making his shop their safe haven. He speaks rarely and briefly, considering most conversation a waste of time. Under pressure he simply works harder, his pessimism becoming a kind of reliability — if Clubs says something will fail and does it anyway, you know it matters. His carpentry shop serves as the crew's headquarters precisely because no one would suspect its grumpy owner of harboring revolutionaries.
Old, weathered, with a permanent scowl etched into his face. Walks with a limp. Wears carpenter's clothes stained with sawdust and wood polish. Has rough, calloused hands from decades of woodworking.