Post by Todd Garret on Jul 21, 2010 15:10:12 GMT -7
How did you find us? Aradia
First Name: Todd
Last Name: Garret
Middle Name: Matthew
Age: 43
Height/Weight: 5’8”/ 175
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Character description/personality:
Todd looks like what could be described as a “classy hobo.” He wears whatever clothing he can borrow, and almost always looks disheveled. He forgets to shave usually, and doesn’t bother tucking his clothes in. His hair is usually a wild, semi-tangled poof, but sometimes he gets around to cutting it. It grows quickly, so he usually doesn’t bother. He smells like a gas station. The stench has worked its way into his skin like a permanent marker. He isn’t fat, but the potential for muscle has been replaced by moderate flab and a pouched stomach.
Burn-out. Wash-up. Alcoholic. Almost laughable. Skeptical. Give him a drink and he’ll be your best friend. Todd’s seen the darker side of life, and now he’s just looking forward to messing around in the lighter side. He isn’t a wise old sage, but if you listen to him, you might learn something. He can’t tolerate whining, brooding, or angst -especially his own. He likes a good party. Todd can be a real jackass if you catch him at the wrong time, but he’s willing to give you a second chance if you give him one.
Persuasion: (good evil neutral)
Type of Creature: Warlock
Powers:
-Strong, dynamic magic capabilities.
-Air-born toxins have a lessened affect on him
-He is able to sense how magically or supernaturally potent a person or object is, though can’t identify what they are without further investigation.
Weaknesses:
-Not educated much outside of magic and literature.
-Afraid of heights
-Prone to being less-than-sober
-Physically weak without the aid of magic
-Always smelling like gasoline makes him easier to hunt
History:
Centralia, Pennsylvania is the sight of one of the more bizarre and tragic events in history. In May of 1962, firefighters were sent to clean up the town landfill. The routine was to set the dump on fire, let it burn for a time, then extinguish the fire. That year, unfortunately, the fire could not be extinguished. The fire remained burning and eventually spread through a rock pit into the abandoned coal mines under Centralia. The fire could not be extinguished, and many residents left due to carbon monoxide produced from the burning coal. The fires raged on, causing foggy gases to rise from the cracks of the streets and deadly sink holes to form. As the years went on, several families continued to evacuate. One family, however, had chosen to remain from the start. The Garrets had lived in Centralia since 1841, and weren’t planning on leaving any time soon.
The Garrets were known around the area for their rather unorthodox lifestyle. They rarely left town, and usually kept to themselves. Everyone knew the stories about them. Witchcraft, demon-worship, bizarre rituals. There had never been proof of anything foul, even when the police investigated neighboring complaints of rotting smells coming from the house. Ronald and Sarah Garret maintained the house that had been in Ronald’s family for generations. It was protected by their patron demon, Thenthog. In return, he only asked for the service of every Garret descendant. The home was near a section of cracked pavement where noxious gases seeped through, but their loyalty to the demon protected them.
The family had been born and raised in that household, and things weren’t about to change. Because of the fatal toxins in the air, each child Sarah conceived was blessed to be strong, both physically and magically, upon conception. Their first child was Raphael. After him came Esmeralda, followed shortly by the twins Dustin and Carter. The last child they intended to have was Desdemona.
The children were all raised with Garret traditions. Rituals, archaic knowledge, demonic languages were taught from the family’s personal grimoire. They learned these like any other child would learn math or spelling. Each performed their first sacrifice when they were ten. Since they were young and the family wanted to avoid suspicion, cats were used in lieu of humans for that purpose. Unfortunately, Sarah discovered she was pregnant once again. Though they tried to perform the strength blessings, she was too far along for the spell to have much of an effect.
When Todd was born, he was sickly and lacked the strength that the other children possessed. They were certain he would pass within the week, and his father was content to let him die. His mother, however, felt a potential within him the others could not. She spent days performing blood sacrifices to Thenthog to keep Todd alive. His mother favored him, and didn’t keep this a secret. She would spend more time teaching him the ways of their family, even allowing him to read from the grimoire while the other children could not. He even got to use a local for his first sacrifice instead of a cat. Despite this extra attention, Todd was not nearly as powerful as his siblings, and was often sickly. He would follow them like a hurt puppy when they went to do their private ceremonies in one of the town’s four cemeteries. Like any older siblings, they used him as a punching bag. Their favorite was when they would suspend him in the air for hours, spinning him wildly until his screaming caught his mother’s attention.
Growing up in the toxin-ridden area, the Garret children all adapted to the gases naturally. Slowly, they became less susceptible to air-born toxins. They could smoke anything and hardly be affected, though it did take the fun out of any illegal herbs they acquired out of town. Outings became more difficult as the kids grew older. Not only were they rowdy teenagers who dabbled in the dark arts and had overseen human sacrifices, but they all began to smell of the putrid air of Centralia. They began spending more time at home, huddled to themselves and isolated from the shrinking community. Even as the children grew old enough to move on, they chose to stay and torment the community.
This didn’t go to well for Todd. More time around home meant more time to be tortured by his siblings. When he was fifteen, one of their more wild antics almost landed him in the coal pits below the pavement. As weak as he was, he couldn’t even throw a punch at them. His mother wouldn’t stand for her golden child being harmed anymore. While Ronald took the others out of town for the day, Sarah stayed with her bed-ridden son. She called forth Thenthog, and together they made a pact.
The older teenagers would go out on their own. Raphael and Esmeralda usually took off at night to get away from the younger kids. One night, Esmeralda went out alone. The night turned to day, and there was no sign of her. Panicked, Ronald and the others searched for her while Sarah stayed with Todd as per usual. She brought him a meaty broth, and he could feel himself growing stronger. He had the same meal three times a day for a week while the family mourned the loss of their daughter.
Todd was able to keep up with the others. He had more power backing his spells than before, and the rest of the family had their theories. Two years later, Raphael went missing under mysterious circumstances. And Todd grew stronger. Ronald confronted Sarah, but was killed by Sarah and Todd despite his power. Desdemona, Dustin, and Carter were helpless. After Todd had consumed their eldest brother and their father, his power had grown too much for them to take on. He had become a literally power-hungry monster. His remaining siblings were kept in the attic until he was ready for the sacrifice and feast.
Todd was the strongest Garret to ever live. His mother was so proud, and Thenthog’s might flourished with the sacrifices. The police had come and gone to investigate the complete disappearance of over half the family, but somehow always left with a smile and no doubt in their minds that Todd and Sarah had no hand in the matter. Life was wonderful. Todd began exploring magic in ways he never could before, Sarah was feared in the town, able to get what she wanted for free, and Todd was free to explore the fruits of the neighboring world. He brought music into the house in the form of an old record player he got from an out-of-town antique shop. He found life outside of Centralia to be enjoyable, and it was invigorating to feel out the different beings outside of his family. He could sense their power, the fire inside them. He wanted it. He wanted more power.
He needed more power. His mother had more power.
He was the king of his own inhuman castle. He would lure the occasional sacrifice home for Thenthog, but outside of that, no one entered or left that house but Todd. There was something in the meek population similar to anticipation. Once he was gone, the Garrets would be finished. The next few years were a magical stupor for Todd. He experimented with the blackest arts, almost demolishing his home and getting himself killed on more than one occasion. He was avoided on the streets, no one able to stand his black, shark-like eyes. He was a walking incarnate of evil in the town. He was high on power, and loved every second of it.
For years he lived like this. Oblivious to the world around him, only caring about magic and his own gain. It was when a reporter came to town to interview the town remaining twelve citizens of Centralia. They all seemed to know each other, and they all were quiet when it came to the thirteenth person in town. Lucille Ackley was a determined woman, and she wasn’t leaving without every person spoken for. Despite the warnings, she made her way to the Garret household. When she arrived, she didn’t find the monster they had said lived there. Just a thirty-year old man who smelled like garbage.
But there was something about him.
The interview led to dinner. Dinner led to a hotel. The hotel led to a day together out of Centralia. Time progressed, and so did the relationship. Todd’s eyes softened. His chest had a weird, knotted feeling when he was around Lucy. Magic and power consumed him, but she pulled him into the real, solid world. He wanted her, hungered for her like he had for mystical knowledge. She took him into her life in the suburbs, where he was no longer that monster in the town, just the quirky newlywed that smelled terrible.
Centralia rejoiced when Todd moved to Texas. The plague was gone. Thenthog, however, was not pleased. The bond was broken, his power robbed from him. Someone had to finish the family’s debt, and Todd was the only one left to seal the deal. For five years, Todd lived a life of married bliss. He continued practicing magic when Lucy wasn’t home, and managed to sneak a few of the books his family had kept over to Texas. The southern life was good to Todd, introducing him to a little something called whiskey. He wasn’t much for drinking, but it helped him loosen up to party with the locals. In the short time he had known and loved Lucy, he had seen his life take a new turn. He still reveled in his power, but every transgression in his life was washed away when she was around.
Not that he felt too bad about murdering his family.
As their marriage was entering a point of serenity, it was ended. Thenthog had been duped. Tricked. Ripped off. And he was pissed. One night he unleashed Hell, literally, in Lucy and Todd’s home. Todd tried to confront the demon, but his powers were null, considering they had been passed down by Thenthog himself. The demon took the terrified Lucy and tossed her into the chaotic portal opened in the living room. Todd could only watch her disintegrate into the Hell she was entering. The portal closed, and Thenthog placed a curse on Todd. If any other woman married him or had his child, they would be taken away from him as well. He was to be the last Garret, in name or ceremony.
Shock. All he had was shock. He went through the arrest, the trial, in utter shock. No body, no crime. He was let off the hook. It didn’t matter. She was gone. He turned to Mr. Jack Daniels, swearing off magic and replacing it with booze. He was in a numb state. He left his home, leaving everything he had, even his family’s grimoire. It didn’t matter; no one else could read it. He took the money he had in the house and headed to a bus stop. No credit cards, no bank account. He went off the grid. He began hopping from city to city, drinking where he could, talking with anyone that would stick around for a few minutes, sleeping in alleys. He kept the single business suit he had worn to court. He lived his life like this for eight years.
He felt the energies around him. Temptation. He had to find somewhere he could just be, and not be the worst person in the city.
Canon or Original?: Original
First Name: Todd
Last Name: Garret
Middle Name: Matthew
Age: 43
Height/Weight: 5’8”/ 175
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Character description/personality:
Todd looks like what could be described as a “classy hobo.” He wears whatever clothing he can borrow, and almost always looks disheveled. He forgets to shave usually, and doesn’t bother tucking his clothes in. His hair is usually a wild, semi-tangled poof, but sometimes he gets around to cutting it. It grows quickly, so he usually doesn’t bother. He smells like a gas station. The stench has worked its way into his skin like a permanent marker. He isn’t fat, but the potential for muscle has been replaced by moderate flab and a pouched stomach.
Burn-out. Wash-up. Alcoholic. Almost laughable. Skeptical. Give him a drink and he’ll be your best friend. Todd’s seen the darker side of life, and now he’s just looking forward to messing around in the lighter side. He isn’t a wise old sage, but if you listen to him, you might learn something. He can’t tolerate whining, brooding, or angst -especially his own. He likes a good party. Todd can be a real jackass if you catch him at the wrong time, but he’s willing to give you a second chance if you give him one.
Persuasion: (good evil neutral)
Type of Creature: Warlock
Powers:
-Strong, dynamic magic capabilities.
-Air-born toxins have a lessened affect on him
-He is able to sense how magically or supernaturally potent a person or object is, though can’t identify what they are without further investigation.
Weaknesses:
-Not educated much outside of magic and literature.
-Afraid of heights
-Prone to being less-than-sober
-Physically weak without the aid of magic
-Always smelling like gasoline makes him easier to hunt
History:
Centralia, Pennsylvania is the sight of one of the more bizarre and tragic events in history. In May of 1962, firefighters were sent to clean up the town landfill. The routine was to set the dump on fire, let it burn for a time, then extinguish the fire. That year, unfortunately, the fire could not be extinguished. The fire remained burning and eventually spread through a rock pit into the abandoned coal mines under Centralia. The fire could not be extinguished, and many residents left due to carbon monoxide produced from the burning coal. The fires raged on, causing foggy gases to rise from the cracks of the streets and deadly sink holes to form. As the years went on, several families continued to evacuate. One family, however, had chosen to remain from the start. The Garrets had lived in Centralia since 1841, and weren’t planning on leaving any time soon.
The Garrets were known around the area for their rather unorthodox lifestyle. They rarely left town, and usually kept to themselves. Everyone knew the stories about them. Witchcraft, demon-worship, bizarre rituals. There had never been proof of anything foul, even when the police investigated neighboring complaints of rotting smells coming from the house. Ronald and Sarah Garret maintained the house that had been in Ronald’s family for generations. It was protected by their patron demon, Thenthog. In return, he only asked for the service of every Garret descendant. The home was near a section of cracked pavement where noxious gases seeped through, but their loyalty to the demon protected them.
The family had been born and raised in that household, and things weren’t about to change. Because of the fatal toxins in the air, each child Sarah conceived was blessed to be strong, both physically and magically, upon conception. Their first child was Raphael. After him came Esmeralda, followed shortly by the twins Dustin and Carter. The last child they intended to have was Desdemona.
The children were all raised with Garret traditions. Rituals, archaic knowledge, demonic languages were taught from the family’s personal grimoire. They learned these like any other child would learn math or spelling. Each performed their first sacrifice when they were ten. Since they were young and the family wanted to avoid suspicion, cats were used in lieu of humans for that purpose. Unfortunately, Sarah discovered she was pregnant once again. Though they tried to perform the strength blessings, she was too far along for the spell to have much of an effect.
When Todd was born, he was sickly and lacked the strength that the other children possessed. They were certain he would pass within the week, and his father was content to let him die. His mother, however, felt a potential within him the others could not. She spent days performing blood sacrifices to Thenthog to keep Todd alive. His mother favored him, and didn’t keep this a secret. She would spend more time teaching him the ways of their family, even allowing him to read from the grimoire while the other children could not. He even got to use a local for his first sacrifice instead of a cat. Despite this extra attention, Todd was not nearly as powerful as his siblings, and was often sickly. He would follow them like a hurt puppy when they went to do their private ceremonies in one of the town’s four cemeteries. Like any older siblings, they used him as a punching bag. Their favorite was when they would suspend him in the air for hours, spinning him wildly until his screaming caught his mother’s attention.
Growing up in the toxin-ridden area, the Garret children all adapted to the gases naturally. Slowly, they became less susceptible to air-born toxins. They could smoke anything and hardly be affected, though it did take the fun out of any illegal herbs they acquired out of town. Outings became more difficult as the kids grew older. Not only were they rowdy teenagers who dabbled in the dark arts and had overseen human sacrifices, but they all began to smell of the putrid air of Centralia. They began spending more time at home, huddled to themselves and isolated from the shrinking community. Even as the children grew old enough to move on, they chose to stay and torment the community.
This didn’t go to well for Todd. More time around home meant more time to be tortured by his siblings. When he was fifteen, one of their more wild antics almost landed him in the coal pits below the pavement. As weak as he was, he couldn’t even throw a punch at them. His mother wouldn’t stand for her golden child being harmed anymore. While Ronald took the others out of town for the day, Sarah stayed with her bed-ridden son. She called forth Thenthog, and together they made a pact.
The older teenagers would go out on their own. Raphael and Esmeralda usually took off at night to get away from the younger kids. One night, Esmeralda went out alone. The night turned to day, and there was no sign of her. Panicked, Ronald and the others searched for her while Sarah stayed with Todd as per usual. She brought him a meaty broth, and he could feel himself growing stronger. He had the same meal three times a day for a week while the family mourned the loss of their daughter.
Todd was able to keep up with the others. He had more power backing his spells than before, and the rest of the family had their theories. Two years later, Raphael went missing under mysterious circumstances. And Todd grew stronger. Ronald confronted Sarah, but was killed by Sarah and Todd despite his power. Desdemona, Dustin, and Carter were helpless. After Todd had consumed their eldest brother and their father, his power had grown too much for them to take on. He had become a literally power-hungry monster. His remaining siblings were kept in the attic until he was ready for the sacrifice and feast.
Todd was the strongest Garret to ever live. His mother was so proud, and Thenthog’s might flourished with the sacrifices. The police had come and gone to investigate the complete disappearance of over half the family, but somehow always left with a smile and no doubt in their minds that Todd and Sarah had no hand in the matter. Life was wonderful. Todd began exploring magic in ways he never could before, Sarah was feared in the town, able to get what she wanted for free, and Todd was free to explore the fruits of the neighboring world. He brought music into the house in the form of an old record player he got from an out-of-town antique shop. He found life outside of Centralia to be enjoyable, and it was invigorating to feel out the different beings outside of his family. He could sense their power, the fire inside them. He wanted it. He wanted more power.
He needed more power. His mother had more power.
He was the king of his own inhuman castle. He would lure the occasional sacrifice home for Thenthog, but outside of that, no one entered or left that house but Todd. There was something in the meek population similar to anticipation. Once he was gone, the Garrets would be finished. The next few years were a magical stupor for Todd. He experimented with the blackest arts, almost demolishing his home and getting himself killed on more than one occasion. He was avoided on the streets, no one able to stand his black, shark-like eyes. He was a walking incarnate of evil in the town. He was high on power, and loved every second of it.
For years he lived like this. Oblivious to the world around him, only caring about magic and his own gain. It was when a reporter came to town to interview the town remaining twelve citizens of Centralia. They all seemed to know each other, and they all were quiet when it came to the thirteenth person in town. Lucille Ackley was a determined woman, and she wasn’t leaving without every person spoken for. Despite the warnings, she made her way to the Garret household. When she arrived, she didn’t find the monster they had said lived there. Just a thirty-year old man who smelled like garbage.
But there was something about him.
The interview led to dinner. Dinner led to a hotel. The hotel led to a day together out of Centralia. Time progressed, and so did the relationship. Todd’s eyes softened. His chest had a weird, knotted feeling when he was around Lucy. Magic and power consumed him, but she pulled him into the real, solid world. He wanted her, hungered for her like he had for mystical knowledge. She took him into her life in the suburbs, where he was no longer that monster in the town, just the quirky newlywed that smelled terrible.
Centralia rejoiced when Todd moved to Texas. The plague was gone. Thenthog, however, was not pleased. The bond was broken, his power robbed from him. Someone had to finish the family’s debt, and Todd was the only one left to seal the deal. For five years, Todd lived a life of married bliss. He continued practicing magic when Lucy wasn’t home, and managed to sneak a few of the books his family had kept over to Texas. The southern life was good to Todd, introducing him to a little something called whiskey. He wasn’t much for drinking, but it helped him loosen up to party with the locals. In the short time he had known and loved Lucy, he had seen his life take a new turn. He still reveled in his power, but every transgression in his life was washed away when she was around.
Not that he felt too bad about murdering his family.
As their marriage was entering a point of serenity, it was ended. Thenthog had been duped. Tricked. Ripped off. And he was pissed. One night he unleashed Hell, literally, in Lucy and Todd’s home. Todd tried to confront the demon, but his powers were null, considering they had been passed down by Thenthog himself. The demon took the terrified Lucy and tossed her into the chaotic portal opened in the living room. Todd could only watch her disintegrate into the Hell she was entering. The portal closed, and Thenthog placed a curse on Todd. If any other woman married him or had his child, they would be taken away from him as well. He was to be the last Garret, in name or ceremony.
Shock. All he had was shock. He went through the arrest, the trial, in utter shock. No body, no crime. He was let off the hook. It didn’t matter. She was gone. He turned to Mr. Jack Daniels, swearing off magic and replacing it with booze. He was in a numb state. He left his home, leaving everything he had, even his family’s grimoire. It didn’t matter; no one else could read it. He took the money he had in the house and headed to a bus stop. No credit cards, no bank account. He went off the grid. He began hopping from city to city, drinking where he could, talking with anyone that would stick around for a few minutes, sleeping in alleys. He kept the single business suit he had worn to court. He lived his life like this for eight years.
He felt the energies around him. Temptation. He had to find somewhere he could just be, and not be the worst person in the city.
Canon or Original?: Original
