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Tattoos as well have stayed primarily over her body, creating an intricate pattern when combined with multiple scars over her body. This is all easily visible, as Kargas's attire is a mix of tribal gruffness and sailor refinement and roughness, her long curly hair tied back into a knot when she works.

BACKGROUND

A product of Orcish and colonial settler border conflicts in the outreaches of Sargava, Karga Blackhook was born to an enslaved woman of an undisclosed name. Enslaved her self since birth, she would be put to work once able performing minor manual labor until found by the tribe Shaman, an Orcish woman that saw the taint of magical blood in her, considering it a sign of their gods of a great gift to the tribe. The shaman would adopt her, bringing her into the regular Orcish tribe hierarchy as part of its small spiritual cast.

Covered in tattoos symbolizing patron demigods and deities, especially that of the Orcish goddess Dretha, Karga was thought of the tribe to soon be made a wife of the tribal chieftain and made a sacred part of the spiritual needs of the tribe. However, when found to be barren and unable to produce a child, the later was made in effort to continue her use. These spiritual aspects that she took part in were of the darker magical and ritualistic acts one could perform in Orcish local society, ritualistic sacrifices and pleas to dark gods that even other tribes would not ask of. All of this taught by her adoptive mother and caregiver, teaching and enforcing the spiritualistic customs of the tribe, while also providing her education on minor medicine and practices. She also taught her a somewhat advanced degree of other educational skills far beyond the expected of the area, using books captured that taught her several languages.

Eventually other tribes, fearful and angered by sacrifices of their own kind and attacks on their own territory grew too much for them to bare, resulting on an alliance of tribes that would attack Karga’s own. The tribe was decimated, forcing Karga to flee with her master and adoptive mother through the jungle. Only Karga would make it to the only place that was safe, colonial territory, littered with wounds along her body that she almost succumbed to. The young young half Orc of roughly twenty three years had made it to the damp and decaying streets of the capital, with barely enough to scrape by to live. Through use of her own understanding of the common tongue, Karga would find work at the many bars and taverns, attempting everything in her power to throw away the old vestiges of her former life in place of the accented common that she knew, adapting to local buccaneer lifestyle.

At the age of twenty four, lured into ship life by the advertisement ship doctors, Karga would leave the dead end bar to begin life on a ship, starting again as an apprentice and later an assistant to to the hard living and dangerous practice for the past four years.

In a stroke of luck and fortune, Garth decided to take a chance and left home in 4716 AR, deciding to both escape issues of home and to pursue an acting and musical career at one of the bard colleges of Absalom at the age of 18. It wouldn’t take long for the apparent unrest to finally come to its violent climax as revolution took hold. Among the casualties where his own family, losing both his mother and father in the violent clashes, as well as two of his siblings. This event wrecked a disastrous toll as Garth felt guilty for leaving his family behind, dropping out of college and pursuing ways of passage for his younger sister with most of his remaining college funds.

Now out of college and unemployed while keeping care of his now troubled younger sister, Garth took up a job with the Lotus Guard, putting his skills and talents to use as a member of one of their undercover agencies. A growing star among the force, he proved to be a rather charming asset in efforts of spying and gathering intelligence on criminal gangs that used the theaters of the district as fronts. A born liar, he easily passed from identity to identity, disguising himself through his flowery words and looks from performance to performance. It was only after a recent investigation that his identity as a mole was revealed by a traitor and Garth was sent away to lay low.

-Personality-
In his youth, Garth was a jubilant child with a natural charisma and flair. His attitude was one of a happy-go-lucky sort, but after the death of a large portion of his family, it had become only one of an exterior look, hiding a highly stressed and anxious individual. He often tells jokes, even if not called for, and likes to recite certain parts of plays and performances that he has and at times hadn’t attended when called for.

He has a strong love for his sister, which he cares deeply for in a brotherly fashion. To an extent, he can be rather overprotective, but usually concedes to his sister’s demands. His sister is the only one that knows of his internal misery and usually tries to cheer him up, she herself dealing with her own personal trauma from the revolution.

-Appearance-
A half elf young man with soft features, auburn hair tied in a small knot behind his head in a ponytail, and rich green eyes. His skin lightly tanned, with little blemish, of which he likes to cover over in a variety of disguises depending on the assignment. However, while in uniform, Garth strays even partially outside the norm, wearing a Sargavan style peaked tricorn hat and long riding boots that make its way up below the knee.

It was after an unusual visitation to the local church of Erastil that Garth’s current lot in life occurred, the first lecture by the then new Father Rantal Prasst. So moved by his reading of scripture, his mother had attempted to court the young preacher. While the relationship led to nowhere, it did allow for Garth to become a young apprentice, moved in his own way in the tenants to nature that Erastil represented, and an ulterior motive, a chance to leave.

Personality:
Inquisitive, Garth grew up with a love for the natural world around him, spending most of his time outside in the farm fields. This time is usually spent in the study of botany. He secretly, even though he is often supportive to the town and its residents, hates life there. Garth harbors a disdain for the residents and is gradually suffering from a crisis of faith.

His own personal hobbies include collecting books, his botany projects, and hunting. Hunting is one of the few joys he has that relates to Kassen.

Description:
Somewhat below average in build, a lanky body that stands roughly at 5’10”. His hair is somewhat long, curly at the ends and dark brown. He typically stays clean shaven and keeping to simple clothing.

“She told me… she told me the year before you came to town. My father had come one day, a merchant. They had met in the market, courted for a week, and then he left,” he spoke, his hand scribbling down notes and observations, “My mother left the city all because of my birth.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Prasst asks, adjusting the bow that hung over his shoulder.

Garth stopped writing, “I don’t know father Prasst? I told her I was okay, that it didn’t matter, but I keep thinking about it. In my waking dreams, I try to leave the thought behind, but it still lingers in the morning.”

Prasst stood behind Garth, “Then why do you hate this town,” he spoke sincerely, an ounce of concern in his voice, “Do you hate Anna as well?”

Garth closed his journal and stood back up, placing it in his bag, “No, no I don’t, in fact, I lover her as much as a son could…. This town is my prison, I am her biggest shame, I feel trapped here.”

“Then you want to leave?” he looked to Garth, now turned around, his face melancholic as they stared at one another. As much as the young man tried to hide it, Garth gave a look of utter mental exhaustion as he grappled with information that it seemed he was more inclined to have never wanted to know in the first place. An issue of what to say to him arose, words forming but not coming out to mentor him before he finally found something.

“Erastil frowns upon such wedlock, but not the creation of life that is created from such a union. Such a child is for the community to help raise so that they may prosper as others do, something you have very well received here in town,” Prasst tried to smile, hoping to use teachings as a way of condolences, putting his rugged hand on the young man’s shoulder, “Seek a purpose in all life, from that of the deer to a stalk of wheat. All are important to our community here in Kassen.”

The young man seemed to confer with such a thought after a few moments, nodding his head before speaking again, “I suppose your right father, I should turn more to the book for some aide,” giving a small smile in return. He seemed to be fairly more receptive to it even if it was clear that there was a feeling that there was far more left on his mind.