Age: 40
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 130 lbs.
Hair Color: Dark brunette
Eye Color: Blue
Tattoos: A sun compass on his back
Scars: His legs are paralyzed
Clothing Preference: Magical
He keeps true to his promises, highly confident, and has true strength and will-power. A lot of Sagas philosophies were learned by this guy right here, however, Saga can't seem to get the "making up excuses is no good!" philosophy down. Gir hopes Saga learns this and works through it, even if its the hard way. he cherishes Aya to no end and sees her as his baby girl, but even he thinks she should loosen up a little bit. It's not cute when he picks on her and she walks off annoyed. She needs to learn to take a joke and relax.
-Ropes
-Torturing devices
-Magic
-His kids
-His wife<3
-Teaching
-Spicy things
-Helping others
-Accomplishing something
-Walking
-Working out
-Sex after a long time
-Smoking
-Sake
-Sunglasses
Dislikes:
-Bratty woman
-Men who can’t read the mood
-Men who can’t treat woman with respect
-“Give up” attitude
-Being pranked on back (badly)
-Seeing people he loves filled with sadness
-Losing
-Not being good at something
-Being in a wheelchair
-Losing his family
-He can’t protect them
Dreams/Hopes:
-His children will be happy
-Being with his wife till death
-Diablos death
Gir grew up in a strict household so his life was a bit boring. He was an average guy in high school, but a lot of girls liked him. However, his background history is actually very dark. He lived in a household where he thought he was blood-related to his parents. At night, he would have nightmares of killing his parents, but they didn't look anything like who his 'parents' were now. The mother had silky black hair and pale white skin, while the father resembled him completely. In his nightmares, it would always start off with his parents arguing over who was going to kill them. the father would convince her that they would keep the child alive, that he wasn't a monster. But the next thing he knew, everything was black. He was calling out to his parents, crying about how scared he was, a scary voice was calling to him. Telling him to destroy everything. Finally, his parents had appeared but just as quick did they disappear. Blood splattered everywhere, his eyes turned red, a demonic sigil shining in his eyes. When he awoke, he was in sweats and fear. Everything felt so real. It wasn't till after he was sought by a wizard to train him that his 'parents' told him the truth.
They wern't his real parents. He had killed them, he had lost it and given in to the Alpha Stigmas voice of destruction. He had killed an entire small town. he was forced to go move with them, close friends who lived far away from the village where the rumors wouldn't reach. During his training with his teacher, he had killed him. More baggage. He stayed out there longer till he felt that he could control it completely, filled with guilt. The only thing that kept him from losing control, was his wife.
It wasn’t till college that he met who he would marry. Before he had been called out by the wizard, he had met this girl. Oh, this girl. When he was absent from class or late because he had to work to support himself, she would take notes for him and save him a spot. He fell in love with that gentle side of her. He worked with hauling fish around while juggling college classes and samurai sword training. At his return, she greeted him happily with a hug and kiss. He felt reassured to see her beautiful face again but was still a bit scared he would hurt her. It had taken him three years to master it before he could come back home. He had learned ¾ of all the magic in the world, or at least how to do them. Remembering them was a different story. However, because of his control of his ability, he could copy anyone’s magic attack or analyze barriers/binding spells and figure out their weaknesses/strengths.
His work as a wizard has lowered since he settled down and lost feeling in his legs. While on a mission, he was injured fatally. He had been attacked while sleeping. He had to retire from Nippons military and become a teacher. From time to time, he still helps out with things though. It’s not like you NEED your legs for magic, but it does make things more difficult.
At the birth of his kids, he was extremely worried they would bare what he had. The first time he had noticed the eyes in his son, was when a group of bandits had attacked the village and a friend of his died. He snapped, and killed every bandit. Giruvegan couldn't do anything to stop it, it was all so fast. When his son turned around after killing the bandits, he was about to kill them as well. He sealed his sons powers, a few deaths being a causality as his spell took longer then usual. he had to use a Sigil to make sure it would last. Everyone in the village understood, the grudges were little. And those who couldn't get over it, moved away to keep the peace. When his son awoke, he remembered nothing. Giruvegan knew the day would come when he would have to tell his son the truth, just like his 'parents' had with him. To this day, he is worried if his son will be able to fight the voice. His will is already weak. One thing he is relieved about, is that Aya was spared.