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Gattick. || Name Pureblooded Wind. || Species Male. || Gender
|| Personality Dedicated - Sarcastic - Passionate || Base Traits Gattick is a man who knows his values and carries them as close to his heart as possible. He has a strong love for his family, and clings to the hope that his parents and brother survived like it's his lifeline--the last thing he wants to believe is that his family is gone, and he will search for them for as long as possible. When he fixes himself to a task, he will see it through until the very end, as evidenced by his participation in the war--he gave the fight everything he had and more, and while he was more than capable of holding his own, his dedication to the cause resulted in him overextending himself. He's trying to pace himself now that he's recovered, but the hunt for his family is just as consuming as his last cause was, if not more so--this is far more personal, and Gattick has never been somebody who gave up easily. His loyalty can sometimes be his downfall, as he has a tendency to trust almost blindly once he's been given enough reason to consider someone an ally--past a certain point, they become almost blameless, and Gattick is more than stubborn enough to deny evidence contrary to the fact until it hits him in the face, potentially literally. His skepticism, while healthy, works against him in cases like this, though he will always take the opinions of anyone close to him into account whether he likes what they have to say or not.
His wit has turned dry in recent years, though he still refrains from using it maliciously; he's seen enough injustice to hold a very firm belief in acceptance and tolerance, and using his words to strike at another is completely at odds with his code of honor. Gattick still retains the sense of humor that he carried with him throughout his youth, and the love of small pranks hasn't left him yet despite his newfound seriousness. It's been quite some time since he's been able to carry out one of his jokes or even think about doing so, and unfortunately, he's not likely to get the opportunity any time soon, either--after all, he has very important business to attend to first. Gattick possesses nimble fingers and is particularly skilled at sleight of hand, and both of these traits came into play during his pranks from years ago. He was particularly fond of producing cinnamon sweets seemingly from behind Aaran's ear to give to him--while he is fairly certain that his sibling figured that one out long ago, it was still entertaining.
Gattick's passion manifests itself in many different ways, ranging from a particular enjoyment of certain foods (his favorites are dried meat and eggs, and he can't quite explain why) to an apparently lack of concern for his own safety. He loves the thrill of simply living, though this has been restrained to something expressed more internally than externally as of late. Though his passions are easy to spark up, they do not burn quickly, and he will carry something of them in his heart for years afterwards before their embers finally die down. It's very clear when his interest has been piqued--he has a particular tilt of his eyebrows that denote his focus, and he watches the object of his attentions like a hawk, speaking very little so as to better appreciate what is before him. Some may interpret his silence as the exact opposite of excitement, but that is by no means the case; once he's given a chance to try whatever it is he's latched onto for himself, his reticence fades away, replaced by a bright eagerness that is coupled with both all the enthusiasm he can muster and every ounce of energy in his body. He becomes a flurry of activity when involved with anything he's excited about, always doing everything he can to ensure that it keeps going, no matter if he's focused on a person or an action.
Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 1:23 pm
۞ || character history
Atni and Baija produced two sons together, with Gattick being the first of this pair--growing up in Dernd provided him with enough security to let him test the waters of life for himself, so to speak, while giving him the reassurance that his family was always close by. He was almost five when Aaran was born, and he almost immediately assigned himself to the role of his brother's protector, a fact that never once changed while he was growing up; though he did his best not to smother his younger sibling, he did tend to be a bit too overbearing at times, a level of protectiveness that took a few more years to temper down to a level that wasn't as intrusive as 'mother hen'.
He was skilled at catching Sail Scales and quickly developed a (very) small following among a few of the younger children of Dernd, despite the occasional scolding from his mother for doing some riskier tricks while catching Scales. He developed an almost acrobatic climbing style that allowed him to scale the outcroppings with ease, a feat that earned him the attention of a slightly older kid whom he very quickly became friendly with. Gattick took an interest in archery from watching his friend practice, and that was where his affinity with the bow began.
Gattick continued to practice, quickly showing an almost innate talent for archery that propelled him through his training. It didn't take much longer for him to decide to become a ranger, and it seemed like he would get his wish despite the rising tensions--and then war broke out. He hadn't quite achieved the rank of ranger as he'd planned, but it was good enough--he was plenty good with a bow, and he had no doubt that his arrows would be needed in the coming fights. Taking his weapon and his wits, the young man headed off to join the skirmishes, promising that he would return shortly--he entrusted his favorite bow to the care of his brother. After all, there was no way this war would last long, was there? He had no delusions of grandeur when it came to his own impact on it; he knew far better than that, but his inexperience proved to be what knocked him flat on his back during his first taste of combat. Gattick hadn't expected anything like what he experienced, and the ordeal quickly sobered him up; the next bursts of fighting that he survived left their mark on him, though not always in scars.
The battle that many believed he died in was swift and spread across the area like thunder, warbeasts shattering the earth with each step set against the cacophony of weapons clashing. It was an ambush, though the forces they were pitted against quickly proved to be greater in number than what they seemed to be able to handle, and despite all his caution, it wasn't long before Gattick fell along with many of his brothers and sisters in arms. While the fight was won, it did come at a cost--the remaining troop was too small to continue their foray into Oba, and had to retreat to lick their wounds and resupply. Gattick was believed to be dead, and his 'body' was never recovered; at least, not by any of the Resistance's forces. He was found by a scavenger who tended to his wounds as best as she could before bringing him to the rest of her band--he was not expected to make it, but it was decided that he be brought to the closest settlement just to ease their consciences. It took weeks, but eventually, Gattick did awaken from the coma he'd fallen into, much to the surprise of his caretaker. Finding any information on where his family was now that the war had ended was harder than coming back from what seemed to be the brink of death, but what he did gather was enough to give him a direction--Oba.
|| [ Aaran ] Younger brother. At present, Gattick has absolutely no idea where Aaran is besides the snippet of information he has that places both his brother and his parents in Oba. He has no idea what happened to them, but he hopes that they're alright.
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