Garridan

Information

Player: Mathias

Character Full Name: Garridan Devine

Character In-Game Name: Garridan

Nickname(s): The Wind, Storyteller, Narrator, Bard.

Association(s): The Horde, Wildhunt Clan, Bards College

Race: Forsaken

Class: Bard IC, Warrior OOC

Skills and Abilities: Garridan has the ability to turn two people walking to Ratchet into a story about dragon slayers.

Age: 20 when killed, 29 now.

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald. He wears a very nice blonde wig.

Eyes: Yellow.

Weight: 164 lbs

Height: 5'3

Alignment: True neutral.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Garridan has no armor on him, as he likes to move silently so he can sneak up on an unsuspecting group and narrate the hell out of them. His main outfit is a cobalt dress shirt, with loose black pants and matching dress shoes.

Recently, he decided to switch it up and wear a green tunic with a white shirt (with puffy sleeves!) underneath, green fingerless gloves, green pants, boots that cover up the toes (because Blizzard demands I use my imagination), a cloak covering his left arm and shoulder, and a simple brown hat. He thinks he looks more bardly like this.

Other: His mandible is so exposed and so clean. He obviously takes care of that thing.

Personality

Garridan's entire personality is dictated by a leather-bound book named Garridan Devine. His stalking, his narrating, his love for the color green, his insistence on categorizing everyone as Main character Side character and Background character results from a book he found in an old manor. He also hates silence, and will demand someone start to talk so he can create a story. If there's no one around, or the folks around ignore him, he will start playing his flute or lyre. He rarely uses a drum to make some noise.

He hasn't gotten far into the book yet, only picking it up to read when there isn't much in the way of plot development (and he's a slow reader), but he feels Garridan Devine acts as a joke character in the beginning and is not someone to be taken seriously. He did this once, hated the feeling that everyone was laughing at him, and refused to be the "silly man" again. Anyone who willingly plays the part of a fool is ignored by Garridan.

Garridan claims to enjoy jasmine tea.

History

Gregory Marshall was born in a nice manor in Silverpine, his father a powerful merchant with powerful friends, who also had powerful friends, who -also- had powerful friends, and so on and so forth. His father had planned for Gregory to marry the daughter of a close friend so that their merchant empires would become one, but the boy was born weak, sickly. The plans for marriage fell through, and Gregory's father was willing to throw all of his gold at doctors and priests to keep his son alive, but he did the math and realized he could save his son and keep his vast fortunes.

And so Gregory was trapped in his room, his shield against the elements beyond the door. Frequently his father would come in and talk to him, talking about numbers, figures, trade, rivals, friends, and other things that Gregory couldn't understand. When his father wasn't around, he had teachers and maids to talk to and request small things from, like his pillows to be fluffed and his forehead wiped. He would also request to be picked up and placed in a chair seated near a window so he can look outside. It was the long hours wondering what could live in the forests that made him request a quill, ink, and blank parchment.

Gregory would place himself in the shoes of a hero in these stories, exploring caves and going through portals to orc-infested worlds. His father and his teachers would find these stories crumbled up and thrown against the wall. After two months, he grew bored of writing and went back to lying in bed all day. The maids would ask frequently if he wanted some paper, but he would just cross his arms and glare until they went back to work. This scene would rewind and repeat for a month before they decided to stop asking the whiny brat.

The last time Gregory's father talked to him was when the merchant introduced a bard he met in a local tavern to the lad, who promptly took the nearest chair, took out a flute, and made up some stories about a lone knight fighting and completely destroying small armies of orcs with skill, intelligence, and strength. Gregory believed these stories completely, but had to ask why the bard didn't do his own heroic deeds so that stories would be made about him. Grinning like an idiot, the bard admitted he was a coward, told one more story, and left. Gregory started to write again the next day.

This time, Gregory didn't place himself in the shoes of the hero. This time, he made a character heavily influenced by the bard he met; a character named Garridan Devine. A bard born in Kul Tiras and recently removed from the bards college there, he found a group of four adventurers and stalked them throughout the Eastern Kingdoms and other continents that Gregory would make up at a moment's notice. The maids and teachers would frequently critique the character as they felt his luck would have run out long ago. After a year of ignoring them, Gregory decided start anew, giving Garridan an actual personality, a fleshed out background, and skills beyond narrating. He still kept the old stories close by.

Physical therapy, assistance from the maids, and clerics from the Church of the Holy Light eventually allowed Gregory, at 20, to walk on his own, and finally leave the world that was his room. It was at this time he discovered that his father stopped talking to him because Gregory now had a younger brother, who was being groomed to marry the girl Gregory never knew, and take over the empire Gregory never wanted. He shrugged it off, deciding he was going to explore the land like Garridan did. Before he left his home, he complied all of his stories new and old into one book, wrote Garridan Devine on the cover, and hid it in his room to retrieve later.

Two weeks later, passing through Tirisfal for some inspiration, he was lucky enough to run into shambling Scourge Arthas let into the capital city! He tried to run, only to bump into another ghoul. And that is how Gregory joined the Scourge.

So Gregory did the mindless shuffle that all Scourge do, managing to not die (again) the whole time! He was safe thanks to his stature! When the Forsaken broke free, Gregory was as mindless free as he was under the Scourge, having forgotten who he was. So he sort of stayed away from battle while the Forsaken claimed Lordaeron. With no skills to speak of, Gregory was giving the grand and illustrious duty of being a courier. It was simple enough, as the furthest he ever travelled was to Tarren Mill to drop off orders to kill more farmers. The whole time, the zombie formerly known as Gregory tried to remember who he was, and what his previous occupation in life might have been. After a few years, he gave up hope of ever remembering who he might have been.

While on his way to Hillsbrad through Silverpine, Gregory stopped in his tracks when he noticed a few forsaken soldiers leaving an old manor. He hid behind a tree until the last of them was long gone, and decided to explore the manor himself. It seems the place was being used by necromancers, as gray-skinned humans, as well as skeletons and zombies, littered the floor. He took a pair of clothes out of the master bedroom of the house, as his old wardrobe was full of holes. He took his time exploring all the rooms except one that was locked. So he searched through all of the previous rooms again, found a key, and then opened the door.

The room wasn't impressive, and dust had gathered everywhere. If the zombie who was once called Gregory had a nose that worked, he would have sneezed his skin off. There was nothing worth pawning off for some quick coin, but he did find a leather-bound book in there called Garridan Devine. He was thankful that he knew how to read as he carried the book under his arm and snuck out of the manor.

When he had small breaks, he would read the book. When he could skip out of work, he would read the book. When he knew a good place to hide, he would read the book. He closed the book, scratched the last bits of skin on his chin off, and sighed. He was hoping that book would be a journal, and maybe even kick his brain a bit until he realized that he was the person who wrote this. But the latest story of Garridan Devine ended on year 43, and Gregory was reading the book on year 26, and he wasn't about to claim time travel flung the book into the past. Still, he realized that he might never remember who he truly was, and so he decided that, from that day on, he would become Garridan Devine. Because having an identity, he mumbled, was better than nothing.

Gregory disappeared, and Garridan took his place. Garridan spent the next two and a half years reading the book, adopting Garridan's personality and remembering his backstory flawlessly. He would also use the money he earned from pawning off things he found in houses and manors to get training in the flute, drum, and lute; all instruments that Garridan played in his stories. As he read further, Garridan realized that he was meant to have an obsession with finding the perfect main character. So he spent his time stalking mercs, soldiers, and peasants/peons of all races, looking for that main character.