Garett Devaro

[Garett Devaro]

Name: Garett Devaro Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 21 Birthday: 31st Fall 491AV Fluent Language: Common Appearance: Garett has two smiles, a vaguely pleasant one and a truly diabolical one. The pleasant beautiful one, in which the corners of his lips gently curve upwards, is fake. The diabolical one however is real and appears on his face like a grotesque mask every time the man feels true happiness. That smile manifests in deep lines around his eyes and the elevation of his cheeks and the presentation of all his perfect white teeth; when his head bows just a little so that the shadows which fall across his face exaggerate the hollow features. A frightening smile of a mad man. He could easily be described as a handsome man. A chiselled jaw line with prominent cheek bones and a slender nose. His lips are neither thin, nor full and lack the pink glow of those of other men. Perfectly symmetric features upon a face of ivory or alabaster, smooth and well shaven. Garett's face is framed by thin dark hair, which is centre parted and falls just short of his shoulders. His brows hang low over the hollows within which his deep set eyes linger. And those eye are so light a hue that it seems hard to distinguish whether they're blue or grey. However they are always fully animated, displaying unfathomable interest in the world, a spark of energy and intelligence. Garett's face is framed by thin dark hair, which is centre parted and falls just short of his shoulders. Personality: At first sight Garett is a charming, charismatic man with plenty to say about everything and anything. Though one must look though that cleverly composed disguise to truly find that he is in fact a snake. A curse in pretty packaging. Garett is a man of near to no morals. A dishonest man who'd break any promises if so suited him. A man working for his own agenda, caring little for others, content in self love. Vanity and greed are his driving forces. Vanity for the love of him self and greed for the love of knowledge, especially that which is the hardest to gain - which is why he has so much love for his art of hypnotism. He is afraid of no challenge, stopping at nothing to gain whatever he desires at that very moment. Garret is a nihilist. Nothing has any real value to him and life it self seems to be nothing more than a sequence of random events with no substantial significance. Killing bears no meaning,no scar upon one's soul. Consequently he drifts though life at his own pace, looking down upon others who think they bear some great importance. He is by far capable of emotions such as love and joy, but these are based upon materialistic rather than idealistic threads. However, in his manner Garett is an eccentric, overly ambitious and perhaps reckless. Often he would ask questions much like a child does, ones of deep philosophical nature, yet in knowledge that no sufficient answer can be provided. His habit of prying is indeed as prominent as his habit of disinterest. He carries him self with a degree of flamboyance to his step and an energy, seeming like any moment he could spring into an overjoyed skip. Sarcasm is by far his preferred method of humour. He is not dead man, quite the contrary for often he exhibits more life than any normal man would. He simply doesn't care of what people may think of him. None of it matters, so his philosophy is just to enjoy the moment and forget about the future. History: Monsters breed monsters. Where he was truly born and who his real parent's were, remains a mystery to this day. For one man and one man only had been at the very core of Garret's existence and the name of that man was Father. This Father was a fanatic, a hypnotist by profession, a man of great dreams and capable of much cruelty to chive them. In his hands, the young Garret was clay, to be moulded and conditioned in the image of his maker; a doll to exceed even his Father. And so from an age too young he was taught hypnotism relentlessly, punished severely along the way, until he had become competent enough to please . He'd also been tutored in weapon skills for a mage had to protect him self physical in the dangerous world of Mizahar. It would be a shame if all this work that went into the creation of Garett was to be in vain. Carefully crafted and conditioned Garett had lived the majority of his lift with his Father, often travelling around Sylira; though lingering in, what has came closest to, permanent residence among the nuit mages in Sehova. It was a very socially limiting childhood, for the undead have very little interest in social contact and the few children Garett had ever met, he was not permitted to speak to. Some would have considered it a lonely existence, he however grew in arrogance and vanity, allowing that alienation to fuel the beliefs drilled into him by Father. Life was pointless. Men were born to nothingness, having achieved nothing of any importance in their life, they would die alone in their nothingness. Existence was just a bundle of random, insignificant events that left no real mark on history. There was no such thing as fate. Life had no significant value. Knowledge however was everything. Knowledge is passed down from man to man and is to be treasured, is to be sacrificed for. Perhaps it was those beliefs that marked the end of his Father's own existence, for the murder was executed at the hands oh his own disciple. At the age of seventeen, Garett had exchanged the hypnotist's life for his own freedom, with a swift slash of a dagger across his neck. For the first time ever he was no longer a dog on the leash. Merely a shadow, he resided in Zeltiva for years, taking full advantage of the citie's scholarly services, never once surrendering his practice, the tools of his trade. He'd taken time to develop his social skills, to grow in charisma. He'd observe people carefully, drilling into their personalities with subtle help from his magic. In fact he'd even go as far as relentlessly studying psychology in order to replace what his childhood had been deprived of, for a hypnotist with no awareness of such detail was a poor hypnotist at best. This subtle obliviousness to the human condition is perhaps the greatest flaw in his skill. In his nihilism Garett lacked in purpose. No driving force behind urging him on with a carrot and a whip and so his greed and vanity became this driving force, rendering Garett's heart crueller and colder. A man drifting though life on the wings of his own self love. Eventually at the age of twenty one, for no apparent purpose other than boredom, Garett has left Zeltiva and travelled to the nearby city of Sunberth to begin the next chapter in the insignificant story called his life. Skills: Skill EXP Total Proficiency Hypnotism 14sp +15RB 29 Competent Brawling 10sp 10 Novice Dagger 16sp 16 Novice Stealth 10sp 10 Novice Lores: Lore of Cohabiting With the Undead Lore of the History of Zeltiva Ledger: Item Cost Starting +100 GM Two daggers -4GM Leather gloves -5SM Leather boots -3SM Cotton scarf -1SM Housing +500GM Leather belt -2SM Wool cloak -5SM Leather vest -3SM Wool jacket -1GM Linen shirt -1SM Total 593GM Possessions Weapons : Two daggers Heirloom : Ornate short sword which belonged to Father Set of simple clothing : - off white shirt with collar and cuffs - black pants -white undergarments -black boots -grey coat Set of casual winter clothing : - midnight blue cotton scarf - wine red linen shirt with collar and cuffs - dark leather vest - dark grey wool jacket - black wool cloak with a large hood - dark leather gloves with no fingers - dark leather belt - black leather ankle height boots Necessities : 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -metal comb -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel Housing: Currently resides with Zenobia in her apartment near Sunbeth city centre.

[Garett Devaro]

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