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Garvin
“the Tombstone”
"Your cards are clear as day, you may want to work on that, ya’know?"
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Full Name: Garvin.
Nickname: Whatever you can think of. He loves to hear what people come up with.
Mob Name: The Tombstone.
Nicknames He Gives: Open. This will probably be filled with everyone eventually, he loves to give people nicknames.
Birthdate: Ugh, don’t remind him… July 24th.
Sexuality: Omnisexual, Male Lean. Ambiamorous.
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Age: 23.
Gender: Male.
Appearance:
Garvin stands tall at a haunting 6’ 5”, usually hunched to a 6’ 3”. His skin tone is a pale fair color(a bit more on the tanned side though, given how much time he’s spent in the sun) with cool undertones(mostly greener ones due to his terrible habits), only adding to how pale he is. He has freckles practically everywhere on his body. Quite honestly, his skin and hair have a layer of dirt and grime that he’s sure wouldn’t leave even if he washed and washed.
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Garvin has a rather oval face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, but the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are rather gaunt despite it. Now for the nose, something that Garvin rather likes, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are thinner in shape, and smirks his most often seen expression. Well, those and his signature Garvin grin. Which is basically just a grin that no one can ever tell whether or not it’s sincere.
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His eyebrows are rather thin. Despite them being thin and rather straight, they have a slight bush to them towards the end which gives them the illusion of an arrow pointing upwards. Finally, his eyes with deep, heavy eye bags underneath them and usually bloodshot, (and whether that be from lack of sleep or his unhealthy habits, is unclear) are a deepset hooded shape and dark gray in color, which he is glad for. Because if he had green eyes with his freckles and red hair, he’d certainly huff and puff unhappily(sarcastically, of course). His face is framed by unruly and wavy, almost to the point of curly, red hair. Firey in color, though more on the gray side of the red hair spectrum, that is most oftenly messy and in his face, the tips of all of it going just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck.
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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a long torso matched with long legs, everything about him screams lanky. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 150 lbs, his BMI at 17.79 and being underweight by 6 pounds. Most surprising about his weight, is that most of what he does have is muscle, otherwise he'd probably be way more underweight than he already is. When it comes to body hair, Garvin doesn’t have an insane amount- Just about average for his age and circumstances, honestly. He also has a few tattoos of vines that go across his knuckles.
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As for scars, he possesses many. From scars on his back and shoulders that look like they’re from whipping, to burn scars on his legs, to cuts on his arms, to a singular one that looks like a slash across his neck. He’s covered in scars. In fact, the only places that don’t seem to be covered in scars are his head and hands. And even his left hand has a small scar of a cut across his palm. And both hands have tiny scars all over, which are both just extremely calloused too. He also has a few cigarette burn scars on his arms.
Voice:
His voice is on the higher but deeper end of the spectrum. It’s gravelly and smooth. It used to be higher pitched and smooth, but given everything, it’s become deeper and gravelly; scratchy. It’s still higher pitched, just more rough sounding. Screechy wouldn’t be a good way to describe it, but if it was the only way to describe how raw his voice is, then it would have to work. His voice sounds hoarse, raw, and raspy, to put simply. He also doesn’t tend to put too much effort into dictation, so a lot of his words end up sounding a lot less clear than they should be.
Overall Attractiveness: Attractiveness is different for most people. But overall? He can pull off the look he has going for him. He’s nowhere near a gentleman nor handsome face that people usually think of, but the look he does has he wears well.
Disabilities:
Nothing that’s been diagnosed, since he doesn’t have the time nor money for something like that in his opinion. But his mental state is nowhere near stable, if we’re being honest. Trust issues, self-depreciation, insecurities that run so deep at this point that he doesn’t even realize he has them until someone pokes a sensitive area, touch starved, an apathy that he deals with by getting into even more trouble than he already did before, tension in his shoulders and back from needing to stay alert more than most, insomnia and near constant exhaustion for the same reason… Honestly, he’s a mess. A functional mess, sure, but still a mess.
Usual Fashion:
As for clothing, he’s usually wearing a red and black flannel(a bit torn up, with patches for some of the tears) over a white short sleeve t-shirt. His pants tend to be ripped, baggy black jeans that have a few patches too, with his shoes most often ending up as boots with buckles, one of the buckles on the left is broken. He also wears a dark gray trench coat most of the time, with a few old stains and tears. One fun thing about his clothing though, is that his trench coat has a blank tombstone patch on the back of it. A little thing he added, as a reminder for himself.
Jewelry/Accessories:
And when it comes to accessories? Fingerless gloves made of gauze that he’s wrapped around his palms and up to his elbow, several rings(all bands) that he wears on whichever finger he ends up putting them on that morning. And then there’s piercings. He has a nose piercing(nasallang piercing), a few different ear piercings; multiple lobe ones(both ears; 5 left and 4 right), a helix piercing(left ear), a tragus piercing(both ears), a flat piercing(both ears; 2 left and 1 right), a lobe piercings(both ears), and an industrial piercing(right ear). Lastly, he also has a mouth piercing, a spider/viper bite piercing.
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Personality:
To say that Garvin is a generous and modest person would be like trying to say that a sydney funnel-web spider is a harmless spider. Because in all actuality, Garvin is arrogant and prideful, not to mention extremely greedy and selfish. Though this may come from the fact that he grew up on the streets, so to be fair, most of his boasts are well deserved. Regardless, he still has a huge ego that can and will intimidate opponents. Not to mention his sharp tongue that’ll spit insults like there’s no tomorrow.
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Despite his arrogance and sharp tongue, even despite his greed, when faced with kindness, this man immediately becomes awkward and confused. Stammering and eyes darting with suspicion as though he genuinely believes that no one could possibly be kind without any ulterior motives. He also is quite reckless, often getting into trouble with either authority or fellow people. Many times because of his own lies collapsing on himself.
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If you manage to become his friend, well, first off, good job. And second, you will find quickly that he’d much rather him die than them, though this may also be because of his nihilistic nature. Nevertheless, he’s still a great friend. Someone’s being mean to you? He’ll probably have a few words for them. Would he actually fight someone though... Not unless the other started it or if he was just that mad, he prefers to keep violence as a last resort. Though he’ll gladly carve into the school walls for his friends, sometimes quite literally.
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Food and money is the way to the guy’s heart, apparently. Though he’s a hopeless romantic in all actuality, just the thought of someone that doesn’t care how he is, just the thought of being able to be himself is something he dwells on for long periods of time. And this is probably due to how fake he acts, always loud and arrogant, always showing off and getting into trouble... But never actually being him. The insecure and nihilistic boy that doesn’t understand why no one ever wanted him.
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Despite his obvious ego and nihilistic views, he absolutely fears being forgotten by the people he cares about. Not only does he fear it though, he expects it to happen. If he were to talk to someone about it, he’d talk about it as if he’s accepted the fact. But he’s terrified of it nonetheless, he doesn’t want it to happen, he just knows it most likely will.
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He’s also someone that tries to trick himself into believing that he’s fine. He’s someone that tries to be an optimist in front of others but always ends up being a pessimist literally anywhere else.
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Despite the fact that he lies… A lot… He values honesty from others. Especially from those he considers friends. It doesn’t mean that he’ll be honest with them, but it does mean that if they know something or learn something that concerns him in any way. That’s his business in any way. He doesn’t want to be kept in the dark.
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He tends to show himself as a confident, talkative prick; as mentioned in the first paragraph. As you probably have realized though, this is false. This is nowhere near to the truth. Now, you may remember me mentioning insecurities. And this is where I shall explain those and how they manifest.
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The first(and biggest) insecurity is that he is going to die and no one will even notice, and that no one will even care if they do. This is connected to that deep rooted fear that I mentioned earlier. Just like the fear, he’s accepted that he will die someday, and that when that day comes… No one will notice, no one will care, no one will cry or shout or deny. It will happen and there will be no consequences to it at all. He tries to not let himself think about it too much.
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The second insecurity, and one that plays into the first one, is that no one wants his company more so that they want him to do something that needs to be done for them. Something that he’s noticed in the past is that as soon as he’s done with a job or favor or promise, the person immediately drops all contact with him. So trust and actual deep connections with people are not something he has.
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The third insecurity I’ll be explaining is the last one(Well, it’s not his last one, it’s just the last one I’ll be talking about.) He knows he seems talkative and loud most of the time, and he knows that that’s what people expect of him. And he thinks that since that’s what people expect of him, that that’s what people want from him whenever they hang out with him or talk to him.
Greatest Joy: Nicknaming people, it annoys the hell out of most. It’s honestly just a lot of fun to him. Oh, and getting to nap. And winning. And playing the 12-string banjo. And having money. And eating food. It’s pretty easy to satisfy him, if we’re being honest.
Greatest Fear: That when he dies, no one will notice or care. That everyone will just forget him. Oh, and drowning. He can’t swim.
Greatest Strengths:
Flexible.
Stealing.
Lying.
Stamina.
Playing 12-String Banjo.
His Aim.
Greatest Weaknesses:
Can’t Swim.
Alcoholic.
Addictive Gambler.
Addictive Smoker.
Insecure.
Paranoid.
Accomplishments:
Joining the gang.
Managing to forget the month of July exists for years on end.
Learning the 12-string banjo.
Surviving eating a dead rat that was raw and soaking wet.
Surviving eating a raw, unwashed, dead bird that’d probably been on the ground for days.
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Hometown: Unknown. Or at least, he’s moved around so much that he doesn’t really remember it.
Type of Childhood: As an orphan, he didn’t really get a childhood in the sense that others did, he had to ‘grow up’ quicker than most especially when the orphanage he’d been staying at had kicked him out for being more trouble than he was worth.
Education: No formal education, other than like- Kindergarten. Everything else he’s learned as he went.
Religion: Atheist.
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Current Location: Stergo.
Currently Living With: Open.
Religion: Atheist.
Occupation: Crew Captain. (Feel free to change as you see fit.)
Desired Role: He’s rather content with where he is now.
Crew Number: 2.
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Mother: Unknown.
Father: Unknown.
Siblings: Unknown, if any.
Spouse: Open.
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Color: He doesn’t really have a preference for colors, though reds and oranges are usually nice.
Music: Folk Punk and Sea Shanties.
Food: Literally any. He’s eaten a raw, wet rat before. Anything’s better than that.
Literature: Ha, as if he reads… Most of what he reads are manuals and instructions for things.
Entertainment: Gambling, Drinking Games, Card Games, Playing 12-String Banjo, Coming Up With Nicknames.
Transportation: Mostly on foot or hitching a ride with other people.
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Hobbies: Gambling, Drinking, Smoking, Card Games, Playing 12-String Banjo, Annoying People/Nicknaming People.
Spending Habits: He’s rather frugal with his money, and tries to make it last as long as possible.
Smokes: Yes.
Drinks: Yes.
Body Posture: A tense relaxation. Like he’s alert but too exhausted to keep at full attention.
Mannerisms:
Garvin has a certain grin he does a lot, one where you can never be sure if it’s genuine or not. It doesn’t normally matter how good at face reading someone is, even some of the best gamblers he’s met hadn’t been able to tell. But everybody knows it’s basically his signature, you see it and know it’s him immediately. Doesn’t matter how long you’d known him, it’s almost for certain you know the grin.
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Garvin’s penmanship, quite frankly- Is terrible. It’s barely legible, even to him. But that’s when he writes fast and for long periods, if he’s writing something slower or something short then it’s a bit better. Still not the best, but it’s definitely more legible, at least.
Peculiarities:
He carries a swiss knife on his person at all times, given you never know when you’d need one- He says it’s quite nice to have it. It’s also quite nice to know what all is edible in an area, or at least edible enough to not die from eating it and to stave off starvation for as long as possible. In his own humble opinion, of course.
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Despite being a liar and a thief, he tries his best to keep promises. He hates promising or swearing that he’ll do something and then not doing it. It honestly gets on his nerves when he has to do so.
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He recommends to everyone not to eat a dead, unwashed, uncooked bird that’s been lying on the ground for days unless they have to. Same for a raw, dead rat that’s soaking wet from rain. It’s basically a rite of passage with knowing him.
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Optimist or Pessimist: He tries to be an optimistic person, at least in front of the gang in order to keep spirits up, but he's usually pessimistic. Though he’ll always claim that he's more realistic than anything.
Introvert or Extrovert: To most, he’ll seem like an extrovert. Don’t trust that, it’s a lie. This man would rather be off somewhere alone than be spending time with people. Not like he’ll say that, he can get information and learn more about people by being around them, after all.
Daredevil or Cautious: He seems like a daredevil, doesn’t he? But he’s a daredevil that understands the importance of caution. He’s cautious with some things, less with others, like leaving a trace. He’s cautious in that, though the act itself is much more daredevilish. That’s how he rolls, hiding his caution behind risks that he's already planned out.
Logical or Emotional: He’s actually much closer to the middle than what people would think. In fact, he’s probably more logical. Despite how emotional he acts, he does know what he’s doing and why most of the time.
Disorderly/Messy or Methodical/Neat: Disorderly/Messy.
Prefers Working or Relaxing: Working. Now, don’t get him wrong. He likes to relax! But he’d prefer to be working for the cash it’d mean he’d be getting.
Animal Lover: Yeah, Garvin can enjoy the presence of an animal. Usually.
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Opinion of People: He can keep a conversation going with just about anyone, but he probably would rather be chilling alone somewhere. The majority of people just suck, and he doesn’t care nor trust enough to kind the ones that don’t.
Most Hated Person:
Open
Best Friend(s):
Open
Love Interest(s):
Open
Goes for Advice:
Open
Feels Responsible For:
Open
Is Shy Around:
Open
Openly Admires:
Open
Secretly Admires:
Open
Most Important Person:
Open
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Other:
I think he’s done now, but do go ahead and tell me if there’s anything I need to change.
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Garvin doesn’t mind tomatoes, especially since he’ll eat anything if he has to. Anything’s gotta be better than a dead rat, after all!
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If he could afford it, he’d have even more piercings and tattoos. But he can’t, so he’s settled on being fine with what he does have. Same for a new banjo, if we’re being honest. But as of right now, he’s more concerned with staying alive.
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Garvin has a persistent cough that won’t leave, which he’s had for practically a decade now. He’s gotten used to it, and it’s more of a slight annoyance than anything else.
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