Garet
Brash, and tends to jump to conclusions. He uses a huge axe, and always carries a vial of Yggdrasil dew on him. He is a Mars (Fire) Adept.
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Description


Personality
Brash, and arrogant.
Equipment
Axe. And fire. Lots and lots of fire.
History
Grew up in the small town of Vale. When he was young, a boulder from a nearby mountain came loose and crushed nearly half his village. He just barely escaped with his life
Garet walked into the bar, his axe on his shoulder
"Damn, I sure am thirsty." he said out loud
Garet looked around, and caught Savine's stare
"You alright?" he said, walking over to Savine
Garet facepalmed. "Sorry. What happened?"
"By who?" he said, concerned
Garet looked at Savine. "Any thing I can do to help?"
"Alright." he said, sitting down. "Here." he said, popping open a vial of Yggdrasil dew. "Drink this." he handed it to her
Garet sighed. "Yggdrasil dew. It will help heal your wounds."
"Then you have quite a few lessons to learn in life." he said, putting the vial back
"Don't bear those fangs at me." he said, not scared at all. "And the one that you have."
"Boredom and the need for a drink. Of alcohol, I mean."
Garet looked at the absinthe. "I'll stick to whiskey." he laughed
"I have stared the reaper in the face. You're nothing." he said
"That's nice, but if you're after my blood, you're going to have to earn it." he said, smiling
Garet smirked. "Fight me."
Garet grabbed Savine's neck also, and he was much stronger than any vampire.
Garet held Savine up in the air. "You're gonna have to do better than that."
Garet didn't flinch. He threw her to the side. Drinking a sip of the Dew, the skin restored itself
Garet looked over to Savine. "Nice try. You're not gonna fool me with the dead act."