Name: Gavin MacAlistair
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Though he calls himself an archaeologist, he's actually a treasure hunter of dubious morality.
Weapon of Choice: An alchemically-augmented straight sabre named Rose that he has a habit of talking to overly affectionately, and a few small alchemical devices that may or may not be functional and may or may not explode. Frequently.
Personality: Gavin isn't...all there. He's a bit of a wildcard, always showing up where he isn't wanted. A few too many encounters with wild magic in his earlier, saner days of treasure hunting have left him with a multitude of screws loose. He has a habit of laughing hysterically, seemingly finding funny things that really shouldn't be funny at all.
He's not all insanity, though. Beneath his layers of psychosis, he's still a person, and a highly nervous and sensitive one. Somewhere deep down he craves socialization, and he's quite extroverted when not either laughing insanely or babbling incomprehensibly about ancient alchemy like a lunatic. Sadly, he does those most of the time.
Bio: Gavin has been on his own almost since birth. His parents, raiders and bandits, had no time for a child. They left him deep in the ruins of an ancient alchemical laboratory. By a stroke of luck, there were still some ancient, nonperishable foodstuffs squirreled away down there, and through some miracle, he survived.
Growing up as he did surrounded by the relics out the past, he gained an interest for then bordering on obsession. As soon as he was old enough to safely leave his ruins, he began to explore others that he found through word of mouth and trial and error. Somewhere along the way he picked up Rose, using it to defend himself in his delving.
Of course, these ruins were seldom without some magical defenses that had gone slightly haywire. After living through many of these traps, his mind was affected. He's absolutely brilliant, but completely insane, and he only seems to care about finding more relics.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Though he calls himself an archaeologist, he's actually a treasure hunter of dubious morality.
Weapon of Choice: An alchemically-augmented straight sabre named Rose that he has a habit of talking to overly affectionately, and a few small alchemical devices that may or may not be functional and may or may not explode. Frequently.
Personality: Gavin isn't...all there. He's a bit of a wildcard, always showing up where he isn't wanted. A few too many encounters with wild magic in his earlier, saner days of treasure hunting have left him with a multitude of screws loose. He has a habit of laughing hysterically, seemingly finding funny things that really shouldn't be funny at all.
He's not all insanity, though. Beneath his layers of psychosis, he's still a person, and a highly nervous and sensitive one. Somewhere deep down he craves socialization, and he's quite extroverted when not either laughing insanely or babbling incomprehensibly about ancient alchemy like a lunatic. Sadly, he does those most of the time.
Bio: Gavin has been on his own almost since birth. His parents, raiders and bandits, had no time for a child. They left him deep in the ruins of an ancient alchemical laboratory. By a stroke of luck, there were still some ancient, nonperishable foodstuffs squirreled away down there, and through some miracle, he survived.
Growing up as he did surrounded by the relics out the past, he gained an interest for then bordering on obsession. As soon as he was old enough to safely leave his ruins, he began to explore others that he found through word of mouth and trial and error. Somewhere along the way he picked up Rose, using it to defend himself in his delving.
Of course, these ruins were seldom without some magical defenses that had gone slightly haywire. After living through many of these traps, his mind was affected. He's absolutely brilliant, but completely insane, and he only seems to care about finding more relics.
