Huge WIP
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Garvin
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Names
“Funny ya think there’s more.”
Full Name: Garvin.
Name Meaning: The name Garvin, depending on the source, means “Rough/Rugged”, “Rough or Cruel Fate”, or “Spear-Friend”.
Nicknames:
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Age
“Man, ya only get a day? I got a whole month.”
Birthdate: Only thing he knows is that it's in July.
Zodiac: Cancer or Leo, he doesn’t know.
Age: As if he knows. He just knows he was ~5-7 when the orphanage had enough of him and he’s been out for ~2 decades(16-20 years). So like, at least 21, probably older though. (24).
How Old Does He Appear?: Think this is kind of subjective. But uh, probably late 20s-30s.
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Physical Appearance
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Paragraph Appearance:
Weight: 150 lbs. A good 30 lbs of that is just muscle, otherwise he’d be ~120 lbs and 36 lbs underweight.
Height: 6’ 5”.
Body Build: A combination of ectomorph and mesomorph.
Shape of Face: Oval.
Eye Color: Sterling Gray/Dark Gray.
Glasses or Contacts?: He probably needs glasses, at least reading ones, but given he can’t afford them and all the physical activity he does? Yeah, he doesn’t have any of either. He’ll steal sunglasses every now and then, but he always loses them.
Skin Tone: Ranges from Pale to Sandy Beige depending on how much sun he’s gotten recently.
Distinguishing Marks:
Heavy cast of freckles.
Layer of dirt and debris.
Small scars scattered along his face. Mostly the jawline and cheek, one small one at his right eyebrow, one vertically along the bridge of his nose. Slightly crooked nose.
Heavy eyebags.
His signature grin.
Hair Color: Tequila/Copper Brown.
Type of Hair: 2C.
Hairstyle: Frankly, he doesn’t have any exact style. He doesn’t really have any set times for haircuts and all, so he usually ends up just letting it do whatever it wants. When he does somehow get a haircut, he tends to just cut it to where it isn’t going to get in his eyes all that much.
Voice:
Out of the different types of voices, he’s a Spinto Tenor. As for a more detailed description… 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: Again, isn’t this a bit subjective? One moment as I look up scales and stuff to figure out where Garvin is… Probably somewhere in the 7-9/10 range, it’s mostly subjective though.
Usual Fashion of Dress: He doesn’t really have any usual fashion of dress. Frankly, it’s a miracle if he changes during the week. He steals Levy’s clothes sometimes though, mostly as a joke, so… It switches between punk, formal punk, and just torn streetwear. It’s usually torn streetwear.
Picture Favorite Outfit: WIP
Paragraph Favorite Outfit:
Literally anything even slightly comfortable is automatically his favorite. What Garvin usually wears is pretty comfortable though, in his opinion, so probably that. Let’s go over it.
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He’s usually wearing a red and black flannel that’s a bit torn up, stained, and burnt. Some of the tears have patches, but there’s still a few that don't. He never buttons it up all the way, especially since some of the buttons are missing or broken or hanging on by a thread. Under that, he usually wears a short sleeve white shirt. Luckily enough, this shirt doesn’t have any tears in it. It does have a few old stains and burn marks though.
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His pants tend to be ripped, baggy black cargo pants that have quite a few patches. Somehow, he’s kept most of the pockets free from tears and holes. As for shoes, they most often end up as black work boots with buckles, some of the buckles on his left are broken, and one on the right is as well. He also wears a dark gray trench coat most of the time, with a few old stains and tears. But nothing brings in attention much like the tombstone patch he’s got on the back of it. It’s large, blank, and corroding. He absolutely refuses to wear any jacket that doesn’t got it on there. He’ll put it there himself if he has to.
Picture Jewelry or Accessories: WIP
Paragraph Jewelry or Accessories:
Fingerless gloves made of gauze that he’s wrapped around his palms and up to his elbow, though they are worn and stained and torn at this point. Several rings(all silver and/or black bands) that he wears on whichever finger he ends up putting them on that morning. Otherwise they just stay in one of his pockets that aren’t broken or have holes in them. And then there’s his piercings, of course. 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/outer conch piercing(both ears; 2 left and 1 right), and an industrial piercing(right ear). Lastly, he also has a mouth piercing, a spider/viper bite piercing.
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Personality
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List Personality:
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Past
Hometown: You think he knows?
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Present
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Habits
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Health
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Relationships
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Other
“Not much else ta say, if I’m bein’ honest. ‘M sure ya get it?”
Trivia:
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 now, he’s more concerned with staying alive.
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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. Though his vocabulary is definitely limited, as is his spelling knowledge. He misspells words, uses the most basic language, and has absolutely no clue on how to actually format sentences. Given that he can’t really read and never got a ‘proper’ education, it makes sense.
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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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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.
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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 absolutely have to. Same for a raw, dead rat that’s soaking wet from rain.
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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’d 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.
Themesongs:
Virtual Reality by rey.
Far From Home by Sam Tinnesz.
16 Shots by Stefflon Don.
Oblivion by Dirty Palm.
Why Worry by Set It Off.
Little Poor Me by Layto.
Killer by The Ready Set.
I Don’t Exist by Olivia O’Brien.
Save Me by Shinedown.
Middle Finger by Bohnes.
Everybody Gets High by MISSIO.
Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths.
Drunk by The Living Tombstone.
My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone.
People I Don’t Like by UPSAHL.
Drugs by UPSAHL.
i’m so sick of this by guccihighwaters.
i hate me too by guccihighwaters.
i’m gonna fade away by guccihighwaters.
Hate by Crywank.
It’s OK I Wouldn’t Remember Me Either by Crywank.
Fallohides by We The Heathens.
Neurotic Decay by We The Heathens.
The Entertainment’s Here by AJR.
Break My Face by AJR.
Let the Games Begin by AJR.
100 Bad Days by AJR.
Sober Up by AJR & Rivers Cuomo.
Weak by AJR.
FADE AWAY by XAM.
THE DEVIL by XAM.
DEFEATED by XAM & Two:22.
BAD THOUGHTS by XAM & Lil Yung Pharaoh.
GOODBYE by XAM & ohsobrkn.
Fuck It! by Days N Daze.
Misanthropic Drunken Loner by Days N Daze.
My Darling Dopamine by Days N Daze.
Saboteurs by Days N Daze.
Flurry Rush by Days N Daze.
Shitmachine! by Days N Daze.
Wholesale Failure by Days N Daze.
Same Shit by Days N Daze.
Fall Out by Days N Daze.
Call In the Coroner by Days N Daze.
Spilt Beer by Days N Daze.
Shit Luck by Days N Daze.
Nine on the Bortle by Days N Daze.
Post Party Depression by Days N Daze.
Now I by Days N Daze.
Self Destructive Anthem by Days N Daze & We The Heathens.
Goodbye Lulu by Days N Daze.
Goodbye Lulu Pt.2 by Days N Daze.
Self-Loathing by Days N Daze.
Lo Fi, One Mic (Cover) by Days N Daze.
Vent by Days N Daze
Comfort epershand Control by Days N Daze.
Addvice by Days N Daze.
Days N Daze of Our Lives by Days N Daze.
Little Blue Pills by Days N Daze.
Power: Catecholamine Rush. He can cause Cortisol, Noradrenaline, Dopamine, and Adrenaline(either in combinations, separately, or all at once) to be boosted by making someone(or himself) use their natural supply up faster/more of it and his ability creates an artificial version of whichever one(s) are completely out that is easier to get addicted to the feeling of. He has to do something that would trigger natural production of whichever ones he’s trying to use before he can use his ability.
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