Lord of Evil

Fire Emblem: Lost Song

Garret walked around the campsite as if he didn't have a care in the world, but he was keeping a keen eye out for people of interest. It was difficult, not because the people were hiding something, but because there was quite a variety. Beorc, branded, and many more Laguz than he'd ever seen in one place, perhaps more than he'd ever seen in his lifetime. In the end though, that just made his job harder. He didn't know what to look for, what was a threat and what wasn't. Garret would do all he could but it seemed like he should be extra cautious.

Suddenly Garret heard something of a ruckus and turned to look at what had caused it. A man with a wyvern had appeared and was talking to the leader of the caravan. He couldn't help but frown and furrow his brow as he moved his hands toward his dagger as he watched. For Garret, wyvern riders were generally enemies. It wasn't as if there weren't wyvern riders outside of Daein but there was no nation with as many, so he couldn't help but be on edge whenever he saw one. Even so, it wasn't as if there was anything he could do from here, and it looked more or less like the caravan was on top of things. If the wyvern rider wasn't immediately attacked by the caravan guards then Garret would have to keep a close eye on them, but until then he had nothing to with the situation. With that in mind he promptly turned on his heel to go on his way, before being bumped very suddenly by something at around waist height.

He looked down and saw what appeared to be a child, uttering an apology before looking downwards. He followed her gaze and saw what appeared to be coloured balls of some sort. He bent down and scooped one up for inspection, blowing the dirt off the sticky orb to reveal...
"...Candy?" He muttered out loud.
Indeed, it wasn't something he saw often but it was unmistakably candy, a solidified sugar ball flavoured with honey. He had never had it in his childhood and he had never bought it himself because he'd been too old for it at that point. Well, actually, he had tried it once but it was too sweet for his liking. Children went crazy over it though, so evidently the being in front of him was indeed a child. Obviously, but he didn't know what to expect, nor what to do with the one in front of him, currently lamenting the loss of her sugary treats. He scratched his head for his moment but he was losing his patience. He had never liked children that much, and he wasn't used to dealing with them. Garret would have to get out of this situation quickly before he messed up. And he'd do it like he always did it, with condescending words and a warning.

"Oy, if you're really sorry 'bout bumping me then keep your head up." Garret grumbled, flicking the piece of candy he held to lightly tap the child on her forehead head.
He rose up and dusted himself off before giving girl another glance. He couldn't help but give an annoyed grunt at the tears streaming down the voice and opened his mouth once again to admonish the child.
"What're you crying for? Just give it a wash and the dirt comes right off. Nothing worth sobbing over." He said churlishly.
With that he whipped his cape around and began walking off into another direction, leaving nothing but a muttered "kids these days", just loud enough for the girl to hear.

As he walked away he tightened his grip on the sticky, round object he held in his hand before putting it in one of his clean pockets. He briefly wondered why he went to the trouble of taking one of the candies from under her nose, but he chalked it up to habit. It probably wouldn't help but it probably wouldn't hurt either. Besides, if the child noticed then she would get a small taste of reality, which would surely count as a service in the long run.
"Welcome to the real world, kid." He muttered as he walked away.

Fire Emblem: Lost Song

The campsite was busy, as expected. Even this early there were a good many things to do to prepare for the journey ahead. Garret had done most of his preparations so he sat by his tent, sharpening his knife. It had been a few days since he'd arrived and even then there had been a good many people, more so than he imagined. There were even more now, which Garret found hard to believe. He'd been chasing after leads for quite some time and he'd never seen a crowd like this. Granted, most of the previous "guides" he'd had the pleasure of meeting had been fakes, and he made his grievances known to them in due time. Still, the crowd indicated that Desert Hare had something, and Garret couldn't let the opportunity slip by.

He didn't really believe that Hatari existed, but that didn't matter so much to him. Garret had chased after most rumors concerning Hatari in the hopes that he'd find his targets who were no doubt also looking for Hatari, but if the Desert Hare caravan could really lead them to Hatari then he'd change tracks. If the city did exist, and the convoy actually led them there, he could use their route to draw in his targets. And if they didn't get there, then he'd go back to his original plans. With that being said, getting there could be tricky.

Garret scanned the horizon, watching as the sun slowly crept higher. They were close to the desert of death, and while Garret had generally only skirted around it, he knew it wasn't a good place to be in. He wouldn't go if he had a choice, but the fact that the caravan were willing to brave the desert lended credibility to their claims. Scammers taking advantage of people's desires to find Hatari were certainly morally bankrupt, but they weren't stupid - they tended to stick to the outskirts of the desert before trying to rob him. It took a special someone to go directly into the desert, either someone who knew what they were doing or otherwise didn't have any attachments to their life. In other words, this was Garret's best chance at finding Hatari, which would be very beneficial for his goal.

Garret frowned and slipped his knife back into its sheath on his belt. Best not to think about that now. He rose from his seat and began walking around. They would go soon, so Garret would take the time to look around some more. This was a part of his preparation, to see what resources he could exploit and prepare an exit strategy should he need it. It was true that this trip had a higher chance of being legitimate, but if it wasn't he couldn't afford to be caught out. Not before he finished his goal. This was possibly another step forward but he couldn't afford to risk everything on it. Even so, it was a step forward, and Garret was determined to make it work for him.

Fire Emblem: Lost Song

Haven't seen something from king's avatar for quite some time. Anyway, looking forward to this. I might be a bit busy at some point but I'll make time if I need to.

Fire Emblem: Lost Song

Garret Kilroy

Garret

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Name: Garret Kilroy
Age: 29
Race: Beorc
Gender: M
Affiliated Nation: None
Class: Thief
Inventory: Iron dagger, lockpicking tools.

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Personality: Garret is a conscientious man, in a way. When taking on a task it's a toss up on whether or not he'll finish it. Garret faces the reality that there are tasks simply too costly for the benefit they give, but when he stands to gain enough, he'll give everything for it. At times it goes out of the realm of conscientious and turns into plain stubbornness. Garret keeps a certain pride in his work, but he knows a lost cause when he sees one. Even so, there are things he won't give up on.

Complimenting this nature is Garret's cautiousness. He doesn't take big risks and he dislikes big unknowns. He never fights a fight he can't win and tries to keep variables within his reach. He's pragmatic enough to know there's only so much he can do, but he makes the best use of what he has.

What holds Garret back from success is his misanthropy. He's snarky and sarcastic to others and tends to bite back when confronted. His caution, pride and mistrust has made him into a social porcupine, which only compounds the issues he has. Still, he seems to lose his edge when drinking and can be downright amiable when drunk. But that only more plainly reveals the palpable line he draws between him and other people.

Background:
Garret's childhood began with a cabin in the woods, where he and his family lived peacefully. His mother, father, and 2 siblings survived on nature's bounty in one of Crimea's forests. They hunted, gathered and scraped together a life there, and at night they looked at the stars shining above, far away from human hands. Frankly, it was a life Garret hated. His days were spent training with his father, a great ranger. Day in, day out, tracking, shooting and surviving. Garret's apparent lack of interest did nothing to stop his father's perfectionism and he was forced to spend his days locked in an endless cycle of training. His only solace during those days was his mother, a kind and patient woman, who would tell him and his siblings stories of the outside world. Young Garret dreamed of that world, despite his parents' warnings. No matter how bad it was, surely it was better than what he had. Soon enough, Garret encountered the outside world in the worst way possible.

Despite their best efforts to be self-sufficient, trips to the local village were a necessity for goods they couldn't procure from nature. When this happened Garret's father went alone while the rest of the family stayed at home. The children were too young, he'd said, and his mother had a strange mark on her arm which apparently prevented her from going. Garret had never understood the significance of that mark until later, though even that wouldn't have prevented what had happened.

Garret's mother had left to pick mushrooms but had been out for too long, so Garret went to look for her. What he found instead was her body, flecked with blood, surrounded by knights in armor. He sat quietly in a bush, watching and waiting, hoping the worst was not true. He burned the appearance of the knights, and particularly what looked to be their leader, in his mind, focusing on their emblems - a stylized dragon, or perhaps a wyvern. They left soon enough and Garret went to his mother's body. There he faced the truth; his mother was dead.

When his father came home Garret told him what happened and implored him to take revenge, but his father refused to move. Angry, Garret asked for the reason why. "Political power" was the phrase uttered, but Garret had scarcely registered it before he'd gone out the door. He had already decided he would leave one day, but this was the straw that broke the camel's back. And so he left, abandoning the bow, swearing to estrange himself from his father's teachings, and departed for the wider world.

And thus, in his teenage years, he became a runaway. Just another street urchin running amok in a small town in Crimea, with nothing but the clothes on his back. He was introduced to the wider world quickly when a thief stole what meager gold he had. A prelude for what was to come, though he did not know it yet. He learned his lessons the hard way, building up something one day and losing it the next. Even so, he never forgot his goal. He slowly made his way up, gathering information about what he saw that day. He found out about the nation of Daein, their hatred of the Laguz and what it meant to be branded. Then, in a fateful encounter, he found a name to a face. The troupe of armoured knights passed through the quiet town and he finally learned about his enemy. A troupe of soldiers said to be on a mission to hunt down Laguz, their leader famous in their homeland of Daein.

Thrilled at having his revenge close at hand Garret took this information to the authorities. But they did nothing. To move against the military force of another nation needed more concrete evidence than the statement of a street urchin, and it was clear that the local law enforcement didn't want to deal with it. They told Garret that they would try something, so he waited. But as time wore on he started losing faith in them. At some point he realised they weren't even trying. Disillusioned with authority, he decided to try other means.

The time came when he decided not to fight against thieves and rogues, but to join them instead. He lent his skills to a bandit group, learning their ways and the ways of the world. He learned of the underground and realised the opportunities it presented for his revenge. The group was disbanded by the local militia soon enough but he had learned all he needed. He became a wandering sellsword known for his accuracy at range, survival skills, and prickliness, as well as his tendency to accept any kind of job that payed well enough. He traveled across Crimea towards Daein, always keeping an ear out for information on his mother's murderers. But he had no way of knowing it would be a longer journey than he thought.

He spent years in Daein, taking jobs and learning what he could about the armoured troupe, but it was difficult to know exactly what they were doing. They were moving furtively, leaving scant traces. He picked up all he could, piecing together a story. Eventually he verified his information from a trustworthy information dealer. The troupe had been tasked with finding Hatari, the legendary desert city. Garret's stance on the illusive utopia was the same as many others, one of heavy disbelief. Even so, if the troupe was looking for it then so would he. If they were headed to the same place they would cross places eventually. Garret would have his revenge, and he would let nothing stop him.

Fire Emblem: Lost Song

@Denny Alright I finished the background. It's has a few assumptions so please feel free to tell me if something's wrong with it.

Fire Emblem: Lost Song

Alright, here we are. The background is still a work in progress but please feel free to tell me if something's wrong with the rest of the sheet.

Garret

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Name: Garret Kilroy
Age: 29
Race: Beorc
Gender: M
Affiliated Nation: None
Class: Thief
Inventory: Iron dagger, lockpicking tools.

---

Personality: Garret is a conscientious man, in a way. When taking on a task it's a toss up on whether or not he'll finish it. Garret faces the reality that there are tasks simply too costly for the benefit they give, but when he stands to gain enough, he'll give everything for it. At times it goes out of the realm of conscientious and turns into plain stubbornness. Garret keeps a certain pride in his work but he's pragmatic enough to see a lost cause.

Complimenting this nature is Garret's cautiousness. He doesn't take big risks and he dislikes big unknowns. He never fights a fight he can't win and tries to keep variables within his reach. He's pragmatic enough to know there's only so much he can do, but he makes the best use of what he has.

What holds Garret back from success is his misanthropy. He's snarky and sarcastic to others and tends to bite back when confronted. His caution, pride and mistrust has made him into a social porcupine, which only compounds the issues he has. Still, he seems to lose his edge when drinking and can be downright amiable when drunk. But that only more plainly reveals the palpable line he draws between him and other people.

Background:
Garret's childhood began with a cabin in the woods, where he and his family lived peacefully. His mother, father, and 2 siblings survived on nature's bounty in one of Crimea's forests. They hunted, gathered and scraped together a life there, and at night they looked at the stars shining above, far away from human hands. Frankly, it was a life Garret hated. His days were spent training with his father, a great ranger. Day in, day out, tracking, shooting and surviving. Despite Garret's apparent lack of interest did nothing to stop his father's perfectionism and he was forced to spend his days locked in an endless cycle of training. His only solace during those days was his mother, a rather kind woman, who would tell him and his siblings stories of the outside world. Young Garret dreamed of that world, despite his parents' warnings. No matter how bad it was, surely it was better than what he had. Soon enough, Garret encountered the outside world in the worst way possible.

Despite their best efforts to be self-sufficient, trips to the local village were a necessity for goods they couldn't procure from nature. When this happened Garret's father went alone while the rest of the family stayed at home. The children were too young, he'd said, and his mother had a strange mark on her arm which apparently prevented her from going. Garret had never understood the significance of that mark until later, though even that wouldn't have prevented what had happened.

Garret's mother had left to pick mushrooms but had been out for too long, so Garret went to look for her. What he found instead was her body, flecked with blood, surrounded by knights in armor. He sat quietly in a bush, watching and waiting, hoping the worst was not true. He burned the appearance of the knights, and particularly what looked to be their leader, in his mind, focusing on their emblems - a stylized dragon, or perhaps a wyvern. When his father came home Garret told him what happened and implored him to take revenge, but his father refused to move. Angry, Garret asked for the reason why. "Political power" was the phrase uttered, but Garret had scarcely registered it before he'd gone out the door. For him this was the straw that broke the camel's back, so he left. He abandoned the bow, swore to estrange himself from his father's teachings, and departed for the wider world.

And thus, in his teenage years, he became a runaway. Just another street urchin running amok in a small town in Crimea, with nothing but the clothes on his back. He was introduced to the wider world quickly when a thief stole what meager gold he had. A prelude for what was to come, though he did not know it yet. He learned his lessons the hard way, building up something one day and losing it the next. Even so, he never forgot his goal. He slowly made his way up, gathering information about what he saw that day. He found out about the nation of Daein, their hatred of the Laguz and what it meant to be branded. Then, in a fateful encounter, he found a name to a face. The troupe of armoured knights passed through the quiet town and he finally learned about his enemy. A troupe of soldiers said to be on a mission to hunt down Laguz, their leader famous in their homeland of Daein.

Thrilled at having his revenge close at hand Garret took this information to the authorities. But they did nothing. To move against the military force of another nation needed more concrete evidence than the statement of a street urchin, and it was clear that the local law enforcement didn't want to deal with it. They told Garret that they would try something, so he waited. But as time wore on he started losing faith in them. And at some point he realised they weren't even trying. Disillusioned with authority, he decided to try other means.

The time came when he decided not to fight against thieves and rogues, but to join them instead. He lent his skills to a bandit group, learning their ways and the ways of the world. He learned of the underground and realised the opportunities it presented for his revenge. The group was disbanded by the local militia soon enough but he had learned all he needed. He became a wandering sellsword known for his accuracy at range, survival skills, and prickliness, as well as his tendency to accept any kind of job that payed well enough. He traveled across Crimea towards Daein, always keeping an ear out for information on his mother's murderers. But he had no way of knowing it would be a longer journey than he thought.

He spent some time in Daein, taking jobs and learning what he could about the armoured troupe, but it was difficult to know exactly what they were doing. They were moving furtively, leaving scant traces. He picked up all he could, piecing together a story. Eventually he verified his information from a trustworthy information dealer. The troupe had been tasked with finding Hatari, the legendary desert city. Garret's stance on the illusive utopia was the same as many others, one of heavy disbelief. Even so, if the troupe was looking for it then so would he. If they were headed to the same place they would cross places eventually. Garret would have his revenge, and he would let nothing stop him.

Fire Emblem: Lost Song

Hello, is this open? I've got an idea for a thief I've been wanting to try for a while.

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

I'll probably be dropping this rp, I'm about to get real busy real soon. See you around, lads, and good luck.

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

@VitaVitaAR Have you looked over my character again? I changed it a few days ago but it seems that you missed it.

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

@VitaVitaAR Alright I edited my sheet. Please tell me if I still need to work on it.