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@Damiann47

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Gareth leaned back on his arms as he sprawled across the grass. His discerning eyes watched the fight as the passing breeze swept his disheveled hair to the side. He silently observed the spar following Silvia's question until it almost seemed like he hadn't heard her. After a long pause, he finally answered through a lazy smile, "It's not easy to tell, Kaito seems fairly experienced in fighting, but I think it depends more on his ability to adapt to the shadow girl's abilities." Gareth was new to the guild after all and had only met the more outgoing members, he was unfortunately not yet acquainted with Grey, "The girl lacks the attack potential to win this fight. She would make for a killer assassin though." He chuckled affably. Despite the intensity of the fight, Gareth seemed to be more intent on watching the guild master and the woman beside her, as if appraising them.

Silence persisted for a moment before Gareth thoughtfully shot back with another question, "What about you? It's not hard to tell you're more of a brawler type, but you have any special moves? Advanced techniques?" He turned his head as he asked the question, facing Silvia with a sly smirk that implied a double meaning.

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@Damiann47 What's the plan, family?

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I'll post after Damiann

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A desolate lump hidden under layers of fur and cloth blankets shuttered slightly as it felt the warmth of the morning sun on its back. Slowly, the figure of a large man emerged from the covers with a mighty yawn, matched with an equally long stretch. Feet slid across the floor as he groggily rubbed his eyes, promptly taking a tumble as his path crossed with the armor he had haphazardly thrown aside the night before. Muttering in a frustrated tone, he continued the process of dressing and preparing for the miniature tournament. Strapping his chest plate down, the man grabbed a set of 3 blades. He unsheathed the top most blade, a matte dark grey surface with a light reflective luster revealed a pair of wild green eyes staring intently at the runes engraved into the weapon.

With a tilted grin, Gareth leaped through the guild complex and exited to the backyard with an upbeat gait. He scanned the field for a moment, before moving towards Silvia while watching the duel between Kaito and Grey. Unceremoniously, Gareth plopped down beside Silvia with an idle expression. "Good morning Silvia, have you fought already?" Gareth's slanted smile hung from his face lazily as he basked in the glow of the rising sun. Although appearing somewhat indifferent, Gareth excitedly anticipated his match as he eyed the duel before him. There were few things that could improve his day more than a few spars in the morning.

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Name: Gareth Hund

Age: 27

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Class: Berserker

Traits

Body Augmentation:
Gareth is unable to conjure magic into corporeal existence or supply mana towards hexes/rituals. His talent for magic is seemingly rock bottom of the deepest ravine. However, that is not the case in the slightest; rather, Gareth is able to infuse magic into his own body, increasing his reflexes, speed, power, coordination, and pain threshold to a certain extent. Unfortunately, the method of self augmentation is extremely exhausting to both the mana supply and the vessel, thus only allotting Gareth a very aggressive, short term method of fighting.

Enchanted Blades:
During his travels, Gareth managed to procure a set of blades varying in size enchanted to increase their durability. Although the sharpness of the blades are fairly standard, they repel blood, do not rust, and fail to dull with wear and tear.

Bloodlust:
The longer Gareth is engaged in combat and the more he kills, the more enveloped in combat he becomes. His focus becomes inhuman as he is able to improvise on every movement. Unfortunately, his defense decreases drastically as his priorities shift from survival to killing, and eventually, if the battle toils on for long enough, he reaches a threshold where he is unable to tell friend and foe apart.

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Physical Description:
Gareth is a 6’4” god of death coated in layers of lean muscle and scars. What he lacks in bulk he makes up for in battle-tested, streamlined sinew. He generally has a frivolous smile on his face intermingled with a faintly wild luster to his gaze.
Doesn't have the wings pictured.

Personality:
Wolfish in nature, Gareth is both equal parts playful and vicious. A battle-maniac at heart, he enjoys the hunt even more than the kill. Gareth finds no qualms in consistently engaging in lascivious activities and could be considered extremely libertine in every sense of the word. Although wholly wild and aggressive in both his pursuit of fights and women, he is extremely loyal to his family like any good mutt, whomever he considers that to be, protecting them with his life.

Extra Details:
Due to his self-augmentation, Gareth causes the innate strength limiter in his psych to disappear, often ending in heavy internal injury, making him quite the burden after heavy combat.

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I'm new here, but I'm interested if you'll have me.