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Name: Gareth of Vossheim
Age: 36
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: WIP
Biography:
Some are born to greatness, others have it thrust upon them, but Gareth has neither. His is a story of a desperate man trying to find a slice of happiness beneath a mountain of crap. Born a commoner in one of the grand cities within the Vossheim, his upbringing was one of servitude or risk of starvation. Happy memories were few and far between as a child, and if you were to ask him today he'd say his earliest memory would be waking up to the gentle call of his mother -stating it was time for him to empty the masters chamber pots. Was it slavery? No. But it was the nearest thing to it. Needless to say, Gareth grew up with a grudge against the rich.
It was this grudge that eventually fostered his initial foray into the dark underbelly of the world. The master of the household in which Gareth's family worked had a great faith in their servants, so much so that one afternoon in his adolescence he was sent to the market with a hefty sum of coins, on his own, and was entrusted to return with the requested items. Throwing caution to the wind, and never looking back Gareth took the coins and ran until he couldn't even see the city around him anymore, until the sun had set, risen, and set once again. Only then did he risk a look back. In a split second decision he had left everything behind, and knew then that he could never go back.
It isn't easy to set off on your own at any age, but most would agree 14 is early for anyone. Such was the reality Gareth now found himself in, but he found himself learning new things everyday.
Those berries are good to eat.
These berries make you wish you'd never eat again. Old codgers who offer to escort you for a single piece of silver are just as dodgy as everyone else. Lessons one and all. However these lessons could have eventually proven dangerous if Gareth hadn't hit a bit of luck. Hit being the operative word. He came across a man like any other along the road one day, and decided to test his luck. He'd just come across a new dagger (by ways of the old codger no less) and hoped it might make quick work of a would be brave hearted fool. He approached hastily and sloppy, knife drawn, eager to pounce. Only to be laughed at.
This was uncommon to say the least. Most people at least acted surprised, or angry when Gareth drew steel, but not this man. Actually, it occurred to late, this man didn't wasn't laughing at all. The sound was coming from behind Gareth, and when he turned he saw he had a sword pointed squarely to his throat. A quick glance back to the silent man proved he was no longer there, and Gareth finally realized he was dealing with a mage as the world went dark.
7 years past and he now knew every secret his master had bothered to teach him. The choice had always been easy. Serve this thieving mage, or die. In many ways it was the exact life he had left behind, but he got to hurt people now. He had found he'd had a knack for magic as well, and that helped immensely. He was taught that most people are cowards and if the odds aren't in their favor, or if the drop is gotten on them, almost everyone is quick to surrender to the tip of the sword. It was 7 years well spent, but not overly lucrative. He was ready to venture out on his own now, and all it would take would be to disappear into the night. Disappearing properly also meant a quick slash across his masters throat, and so once night fell there was one less mage in the world, and Gareth was once again free. And has been free to this day, drinking away his meager earnings at the Bilgerat, looking for a score big enough to quit altogether.
Traits
Might: 0
Arcana: 6
Guile: 3
Cognizance: 2
Will: 4
Unique1: Power in Numbers
There came a great dilemma in Gareth's life when he found himself alone in the world. Namely that there was some reason to the "Bigger-Army Diplonacy" tactics that Kings and Queens ruled by, however Gareth hated almost everyone, and the ones he didn't hate were dead. This both led and left him to magic to solve his problem, and with time and practice Gareth found he could make three nearly perfect, and unique, illusions at a time. Granting the benefits of outnumbering enemies, without having to share the takes. Problem being they were completely nonmaterial, and beneath all the show, still just projections of mana.
Unique2: A Prison of Your Own Mind
Has anyone ever taken a swing at someone and *expected* to miss? Most don't plan for such futures and failures, but Gareth nearly constantly imagines getting hit which is almost just as bad. Thankfully if concentrating on his targets hard enough he can convince them that they have just landed a blow, and are currently pummeling away at him. Keeping them occupied and happy for as long as he can focus for, usually while he himself scuttle off for greener pastures, or slips his own dagger between the marks ribs.
Unique3: The Demon Within
A skill to be used when all else fails, and Gareth's back is to the wall. In the most ominous fashion possible, with all the flare and dramatics one might expect, Gareth's skin is set on fire, and burns away. He seems to grow a foot, maybe two, before finally charring into a blackened horned creature from some accursed plane of existence, eyes and mouth glowing with a blood red light. It is, by all accounts his best work. Those who don't weep or wet themselves immediately at least have reason to back away for a moment, and while still limited in his strength and speed, with an extra exertion of mana he is able to sprint fast enough to capitalize.
