Garrod Arlette

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Garrod Arlette

Age  32
Gender  male
Origin  Cloud's Keep
Occupation  Cazadore


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A street rat. That's all Garrod remembers being. Half his teeth rotted out, and scraping to get by.

Snatched the purse of one, Artorious Sinns, cazadore extraordinaire.

It just so happened that Sinns was piss drunk at the time. Blacked out in an alleyway when Garrod happened upon him. Old sword cradled about his chest like a lover. Didn't stop the kid from filching him though.

When the old cazadore woke up, he tracked down the thieving little shit and got his purse back.

He would beat the piss out of the boy.
But he would take him under his wing. Teach him the tricks of the trade. How to sling a blade. And all manner of miseries.

The why of it, never really did matter much.

Garrod would be dead twice over if it wasn't for the drunken old fool.

Now, he wanders across Khurun, earning coin with spell and blade.
 

Appearance

Height  6' 2"
Build  chestnut
Hair  ash white
Eyes  green


Tall and broad shouldered. He is missing one eye, and has an unnatural shock of white hair. He keeps it cropped, with a messy sort of care. His face is marked by scars, badges earned from trials survived. A long scar runs across his neck. Looks like the sort most men don't live to tell about.

More prone to quiet contemplation, pouts, and grim lines across the lip, he does occasionally smile, wistful as it is.

A successful cazadore, Garrod is well equipped. Sure steel protects his vitals, and his runed blade is kept keen and polished. One piece of his kit that draws attention is the strange gauntlet so often strapped to his right arm.

Bone white, with a sickly tinge of palest green, the gauntlet's surface seems to shift and flow, when you look at it too long. All while the opalescent jewel transfixed at its center stares back. Pale as the moon, turns to blue, then green, like so much light about a dying star. It gleams with an almost living malice. A beckoning hunger, surrounded by jagged and strange geometry, waiting to take bite.

Personality

Reserved - Reflective - Curious - Competitive - Melancholic

Skills

Melee fighter: An urchin, whose fate would see him adopted by the famed slayer of things most foul, Artorias Sinns, Garrod spent much of his life learning how to get up close and hurt things.

Spellsword: Attuned with minor elemental magics, Garrod can channel the elements of fire, lightning, and wind, using his weapon as a conduit.

Angler: Garrod likes to fish, and has been known to sustain himself with the practice while out adventuring.

Cook: He can cook.

Knower of Words: Garrod knows how to read and write in the dialects of most common races.

Devourer: Garrod's gauntlet, named Belephus, is an enchanted item, though most would sooner call it cursed. Possessing a Fiend Heart, whether there is an actual entity named Belephus bound to the gauntlet, or if the voice Garrod hears inside of his mind is purely a side effect of the Hommunculus' Dilemma, is unknown.

What is known is that Garrod is able to wield the power of the gauntlet. With it, he can imbue a withering effect onto a target, seen by him and thought of as a mark.

If his attack hits its target while this effect is applied, the wounded being will be afflicted by the gauntlet's magic, steadily sapping them of strength and willpower for a brief period of time. Using Belephus in this way requires Garrod to tap in to his own well of shroud, and prolonged use will result in heavy fatigue, exhaustion, loss of consciousness, and worst case death.

When a marked foe is defeated, its shroud essence is consumed by the gauntlet.

Art Credit:  Profile art by Garuda, Banner art by Kris

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