Garos Sharag

Description

• Basic Info

  • Name: Garos Sharag
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Yonbibuns
  • Nickname(s): Gare, Ros, Mouse.
  • Age: 26
  • Race: Orc / Elf
  • Origin: Burgûn
  • Occupation: Sellsword of the Hooded Company

• Combat

  Death panting at the neckline? Not if you’re quick enough to strafe around it—not today. Garos likes to think he spits in Lady Death’s face, relying on nimbleness and a relentless, often clumsy, strength he’s yet to harness. Relying mostly on athleticism and a horseshoe that seems lodged… somewhere, he’s quick on his feet and quicker to bank on his instincts. He likes to think he’s been given the best of both worlds: Orc and Elf. Brawn and grace. It isn’t always true, but he likes to think so. He’s tactical in combat, with no qualms about resorting to “dishonorable” dirty fighting methods to get the job done. Knee to the grown? Yes. Sand thrown into eyes? Of course. He doesn’t care. War isn’t about honor. Shite on it. It’s always been about coming out alive. Garos is willing to dirty his hands in any way to make sure that his throat is whole, uncut. Tongue still capable of wagging.
  
  Lacking technique or any real guidance, it’s obvious that he learned a lot by watching others and trying to adapt it to his own style. Wild. Feral movements; relying mostly on brutish strength and a tenacity that rankles people’s expectations. What you see, is often not what you’re getting when facing off against Garos’ stupid, bared-teeth grin. He’s the type of person who has needed to be prepared for a variety of potential situations, which may explain his lack of concern about stopping to plan things in advance. He assumes himself to be prepared for anything. If nothing else, he's quite suited for survival on his own. Despite his inability to take much seriously, Garos follows a strict training regime that constantly evolves to suit his needs. He’s also fond of watching others fight, in order to see if he’s able to replicate their movements and techniques.
  
  His fighting style? Embarrassing to those nuanced in tempered techniques, but other than that, Garos is a capable tracker and hunter. It’s in his blood. Footprints, depths, the wind brushing against your cheek—he’s had to learn the signs to survive on the Line between both of his parent’s territory. They’d be hard-pressed to find any help from either of them. Whether it’s skinning a rabbit or finagling a stick and a little bit of rope into a fishing rod, Garos can do it. Get him to cook though… and there’s a good chance he might accidentally poison someone. He’s also a bit of a living compass; able to direct himself with little more than his hand pressed up towards the sky and a little bit of moss on the underbelly of a stone.
  
  Weaknesses

  • Blindness – That neat little stripe across his left eye isn’t all for show. It’s a detriment. A wee more than a flesh wound with a puckered scar. He’s lost most of his vision out of that eye, so if anyone’s coming from that direction… there’s a good chance he can’t see what’s coming. Be that blades or a teasing, wriggling hand slipping over his face. For this reason, he likes to keep people in front of him at all times, or at least walking alongside his working eye.
  • Reckless – Ever seen a yowling beast charge straight over a cliff? Garos is a little like that. He gets carried away, easy peasy. Whether it’s the thrill of a challenge or the blood pumping to his head, he lives for thrills. Gets off on it, probably. He’s not one to think of the consequences of such actions. It takes a lot for him to still his own hands. Unsurprisingly, this is probably the reason he has so many bruises and scars.
  • Deception – The kinds of things that would make a normal person shake their head would have Garos scrambling up in arms; for a conman of his own creation, he’s damned easy to trick into things. That look like an obvious trap? Nope. He sees what he wants to see.

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