Obsidian 23

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❛ Life's a gamble, so I hunt for the odds and laugh in the shadows. In this game of chance, I play with grit, wit, and a dash of darkness.. ❜

† core details

† appearance

  appearance    The broad shouldered build, with short slicked back locks of a salt and pepper effect comes off aged. Yet the stress of his life has attested to his appearance. Scars litter his body from the many fights he has witnessed, some started some simply ended. His features include, near honey ambered irises as decorated with thick black lashes. Facial hair that is both well groomed and rough in mutual affects, maintaining the salt and pepper appearance. An eye patch that adorns his left eye that is not easily missed. Usually seen with a sneering grin upon his lips.

•   height    6'7".

•   weight    246 lbs.

•   eyes    Amber

•   hair    Salt and pepper.

•   scars    Many.

•   languages    Eorzean, Ishgardian.

•   gear    Chest Plate.

•   gear    Steel Toe Boots.

•   weapon    Gunblade.

•   weapon    Dagger.

•   weapon    Dual Swords.

•   accessories    Black Eyepatch.

•   accessories    Black Bandage.

•   accessories    Golden Earrings.

•   accessories    Necklace.

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† biography

Childhood Grimar, an ordinary snow wolf pup, was born with a thick, obsidian-black fur coat amidst the frost-kissed peaks of the Coerthas highlands. Before Grimar could celebrate his first year, the Garlean scientists descended upon the tranquil wilderness. Their cold, calculating eyes saw not a creature of nature, but a canvas for their twisted ambitions. They captured Grimar, spiriting him away from his snowy sanctuary and family.
Within the sterile confines of their clandestine laboratory, the scientists subjected Grimar to unspeakable experiments. Allagan technology and forbidden aether manipulation coursed through his veins, altering his very essence. Memories blurred, fragmented, and faded like frost melting under a relentless sun.
But the Garleans craved more. They yearned to understand the mind, the primal instincts of their creation. And so, they invoked ancient rites, channeling aether through Grimar’s veins. His form shifted, bones elongating, fur receding. He emerged not as a wolf but as a hyur, a twisted reflection of humanity.
His amber eyes, once untamed, now held a flicker of sentience. The beast’s instincts warred with newfound reason. Grimar stood on the precipice of two worlds, the wild and the civilized.
One fateful night, as the moon hung low over the snow-cloaked peaks, Grimar’s dormant instincts stirred. The Allagan machinery that bound him weakened, and he glimpsed the truth, the scientists had forged him into something more than a mere wolf. His senses sharpened, and a primal rage simmered within.
Grimar’s escape began with a single heartbeat, a defiant rhythm that echoed through the sterile halls. His claws scraped against the cold metal floor as he slinked through dimly lit corridors.
He encountered guards, men clad in Garlean armor, their eyes devoid of compassion. But Grimar was no longer just a wolf. he was fury incarnate. Fangs bared, he tore through their ranks, leaving crimson trails in his wake. The laboratory alarms wailed, and chaos erupted. Grimar vanished into the night. His path was uncertain, seek vengeance against those who had stolen his innocence. Seeking refugee within Ishgard. Hidden within As a Hyur..Adolscence As Grimar aged, the world grew harsher. No longer a pitied boy, he scavenged for scraps, his gaunt frame a testament to his struggle. But fate intervened when a girl, Ayanna, crossed his path. She was delicate, her compassion a beacon in the darkness. Ayanna led him to her home, fed him, and bathed away the grime of his existence. Her eyes held no pity only warmth.
Grimar rested in Ayanna’s spare bed, unused to such care. When he awoke, he felt as though he’d overstayed his welcome. But Ayanna’s hand on his stopped him at the door. Loneliness echoed in her gaze, and he stayed. They became more than strangers, more than friends. Love bloomed, and they married beneath the moon’s watchful eye.
Yet shadows crept into their happiness. Ayanna’s fondness for an Au ra man gnawed at Grimar. He followed her one moonless night, heart pounding. There, he witnessed her betrayal, their betrayal. Fury consumed him, and he became the monster he feared. Ayanna and the Au ra lay lifeless, and Grimar’s soul fractured.
Now, Grimar wanders, haunted by memories. The pendant once a gift of love hangs heavy around his neck.Adulthood After years of struggle, Grimar mastered self-control, yet his mind remained shattered. The pendant, the last gift from his lost love, became his anchor. Gripping it, he felt the scars on his palms, a reminder of past fury. He vowed never to inflict that pain on another. And so, he became a monster hunter, seeking redemption in each creature slain.

† Masks

Flesh Masks
Grimar creates masks from real faces with Mechanical work for emotions, so they are realistic and could easily deceive anyone.

Crafted masks
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† Meat

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