Garrit Coal (Tearus' Replacement)
Jan 23, 2013 20:08:54 GMT -6
Post by Garrit on Jan 23, 2013 20:08:54 GMT -6
Name: Garrit Coal
Class*: Soldier
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Age: 23
Appearance: Ever with a solid, somber expression, Garrit looks like someone you don't want to get on the wrong side of. Even when he smiles, his eyes speak of sadness. He keeps his hair short as was custom in the mines, he stands at five feet and seven inches.
Clothes: Garrit wears a red jacket over a blue shirt. He wears white pants that are covered in soot and coal dust, they run past and over his brown boots.
Born in**: Western Isles (Town of Dubrownik)
Story***: Garrit grew up with three homes. All of them lay within a mining town in the Western Isles. The town was governed by Lord Hunington, an Etrurian Banker. It's economy was based on the iron pumped out of the mine.
Garrit was born the youngest triplet of a prostitute who died in child birth. His older brother died of collapsed lung an hour later. The boy and his sister Sylvia grew up in the brothel they were born in, and Garrit was mocked and beaten by other boys in his part of town. He was a fighter, but four or five against one was not even odds. When he was nine, the brothel had a "visit" from Hunington's personal priest.
The man took pity on his sister and decided to take her to the manor, and teach her to be a maid for Lady Hunington. A better fate than the one that awaited her, but Garrit cried every night for two weeks straight. At the beginning of the third week the priest returned to retrieve him. Apparently, the lady adored the little girl, but she wouldn't talk to anyone without her brother. So Garrit was set to be a cooks assistant.
When he turned sixteen, he was picked to be the sparring dummy for Hunington's son. The two were taught by an odd man who fought with an artistic style. For several months he simply let the other boy hit him, soaking in every technique the odd man taught them with the lance, which was all Garrit was ever supposed to use. After a good deal of bruising, Garrit beat the other boy. Later that night, he was pulled out of the servants quarter, and he was beaten. There was a clear message that this would happen again if he won another sparring match. Garrit never lost another.
A few weeks after he turned seventeen, he heard a woman's screams from inside the manor. Sprinting to the location, he burst through a storeroom door. He saw the priest forcefully "assisting" his sister. It was a good thing others had heard the screams, because Garrit was almost done choking the man when they pulled him off.
So the next five years of his life, were the mines. His death sentence was absolved for "the priest was a man of forgiveness". However when you were sent to the mine, it was a death sentence. He worked as hard as every other man, but said two words in his time there. He was asked if he wanted bread once, and he said, "Yes." A man once tried to hit him, and he moved aside and said, "Don't." In that fifth year there was a coups in the mine. Most of the prisoners were detained, but a skinny quiet man slipped threw the gaze of the guards.
He discovered his sister had been sent back to the brothel, and killed by a customer two years ago. Said customer had been sent to the mine, and died in front of the young mans eyes the night before. Garrit realized there was nothing left for him on this island, so he sneak into the manor. He still knew all the passage ways not taken by any who would recognize or stop him. He took enough gold to buy passage, stole one of the strange, long bladed pole-arms from the man who taught him to lose a fight, and waited in an unused fireplace he used to go when he wanted to think.
That night, he stole into the priests room. He wrote a note reading "Sylvia," and buried his dagger in the priest's throat. That was the last night he spent on the Isles. Now the quiet man lives and that's all.[/color]
Class*: Soldier
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Age: 23
Appearance: Ever with a solid, somber expression, Garrit looks like someone you don't want to get on the wrong side of. Even when he smiles, his eyes speak of sadness. He keeps his hair short as was custom in the mines, he stands at five feet and seven inches.
Clothes: Garrit wears a red jacket over a blue shirt. He wears white pants that are covered in soot and coal dust, they run past and over his brown boots.
Born in**: Western Isles (Town of Dubrownik)
Story***: Garrit grew up with three homes. All of them lay within a mining town in the Western Isles. The town was governed by Lord Hunington, an Etrurian Banker. It's economy was based on the iron pumped out of the mine.
Garrit was born the youngest triplet of a prostitute who died in child birth. His older brother died of collapsed lung an hour later. The boy and his sister Sylvia grew up in the brothel they were born in, and Garrit was mocked and beaten by other boys in his part of town. He was a fighter, but four or five against one was not even odds. When he was nine, the brothel had a "visit" from Hunington's personal priest.
The man took pity on his sister and decided to take her to the manor, and teach her to be a maid for Lady Hunington. A better fate than the one that awaited her, but Garrit cried every night for two weeks straight. At the beginning of the third week the priest returned to retrieve him. Apparently, the lady adored the little girl, but she wouldn't talk to anyone without her brother. So Garrit was set to be a cooks assistant.
When he turned sixteen, he was picked to be the sparring dummy for Hunington's son. The two were taught by an odd man who fought with an artistic style. For several months he simply let the other boy hit him, soaking in every technique the odd man taught them with the lance, which was all Garrit was ever supposed to use. After a good deal of bruising, Garrit beat the other boy. Later that night, he was pulled out of the servants quarter, and he was beaten. There was a clear message that this would happen again if he won another sparring match. Garrit never lost another.
A few weeks after he turned seventeen, he heard a woman's screams from inside the manor. Sprinting to the location, he burst through a storeroom door. He saw the priest forcefully "assisting" his sister. It was a good thing others had heard the screams, because Garrit was almost done choking the man when they pulled him off.
So the next five years of his life, were the mines. His death sentence was absolved for "the priest was a man of forgiveness". However when you were sent to the mine, it was a death sentence. He worked as hard as every other man, but said two words in his time there. He was asked if he wanted bread once, and he said, "Yes." A man once tried to hit him, and he moved aside and said, "Don't." In that fifth year there was a coups in the mine. Most of the prisoners were detained, but a skinny quiet man slipped threw the gaze of the guards.
He discovered his sister had been sent back to the brothel, and killed by a customer two years ago. Said customer had been sent to the mine, and died in front of the young mans eyes the night before. Garrit realized there was nothing left for him on this island, so he sneak into the manor. He still knew all the passage ways not taken by any who would recognize or stop him. He took enough gold to buy passage, stole one of the strange, long bladed pole-arms from the man who taught him to lose a fight, and waited in an unused fireplace he used to go when he wanted to think.
That night, he stole into the priests room. He wrote a note reading "Sylvia," and buried his dagger in the priest's throat. That was the last night he spent on the Isles. Now the quiet man lives and that's all.[/color]
