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Name: Garm
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Hero/Villain: Villain
Abilities: Due to having lived his entire life in fairly close to the Horned King, he has developed a sensitivity to magic, resulting in an ability to tell whenever magic is being used nearby. Aside form that, he possesses powerful jaws, and sharp teeth.
Personality: Surly, short tempered, and tenacious. Basically, everything required to fulfill his duties as a guard dog in Prydain Castle. Determined enough to catch his prey to risk getting crushed beneath a massive gate despite fearing for his life. Not much of a thinker, and not the smartest dog you'll find.
Family: None.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: Taran, Eilonwey, Flewdur
Allies: Villains
Opinion of Certain Other Characters: The Horned King-Like everyone living in Prydain, Garm fears the Horned King. Specifically, his displeasure. This fear, and eagerness to please, has extended to Maleficent and Jafar as well.
Otherwise, Garm has little thought for the rest of the Army of Darkness.
History: Born to a pair of mongrels running loose within Prydain, Garm was raised to be a guard dog by the Huntsmen of Annuvin. Having known no other life, he was completely loyal to the Horned King. In return, he was fed, and allowed to live within the castle, often accompanying one of the Huntsmen through the castle. The years passed without major incident until the day a pig keeper named Taran snuck inside. Although Garm spotted the boy, he was then unable to alert the nearby guard of Taran's presence since he lacked the ability to speak to humans. Garm came close to causing Flewdur's demise, as well as his own, when he refused to release his grip on the bard's trousers when the old man was attempting to flee beneath a descending portcullis. However, both survived, at the cost of the seat of the trousers, and the bard made good his escape.
Later on, Garm fled Prydain as soon as the Horned King activated the Black Cauldron, escaping the ensuing slaughter of many of the Huntsmen, and the march of the Cauldron Born. The grey mutt watched grimly as the only home he ever knew collapsed into rubble, and turned away, determined to survive, and find somewhere else to live. His search eventually took him over the Forbidden Mountains, where, to his surprise, he saw Prydain, standing tall once more.
Is Afraid Of: The Horned King, getting crushed, dark sorcery.
Home: Prydain.
Picture:
Sample Post: For a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had watched as Prydain collapsed into nothing, and yet, here it stood. Cautiously, the grey mutt slowly approached the fortress, sniffing carefully at the air. It was ripe with the scent of sorcery. He paused, and scowled for a moment. Well, maybe it wasn't really a scent. More like a feeling, hanging in the air. Moving closer, Garm approached the gate, feeling the familiar worn wood of the drawbridge, and noting the massive presence of the portcullis. Eying it warily, the grey mutt crept inside, padding silently down familiar hallways, home at last.
Suddenly, his ears perked up, and his pale eyes widened in surprise as a sudden tremor flowed through the air. That feeling was very familiar, and Garm went stiff with almost instinctive shock. The Horned King. His old master. A mix of terror, satisfaction, and nostalgia filled the grey mutt, and he felt his body relax a bit. He was home, his master was nearby, and he could small meat cooking. He had everything he needed.
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Hero/Villain: Villain
Abilities: Due to having lived his entire life in fairly close to the Horned King, he has developed a sensitivity to magic, resulting in an ability to tell whenever magic is being used nearby. Aside form that, he possesses powerful jaws, and sharp teeth.
Personality: Surly, short tempered, and tenacious. Basically, everything required to fulfill his duties as a guard dog in Prydain Castle. Determined enough to catch his prey to risk getting crushed beneath a massive gate despite fearing for his life. Not much of a thinker, and not the smartest dog you'll find.
Family: None.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: Taran, Eilonwey, Flewdur
Allies: Villains
Opinion of Certain Other Characters: The Horned King-Like everyone living in Prydain, Garm fears the Horned King. Specifically, his displeasure. This fear, and eagerness to please, has extended to Maleficent and Jafar as well.
Otherwise, Garm has little thought for the rest of the Army of Darkness.
History: Born to a pair of mongrels running loose within Prydain, Garm was raised to be a guard dog by the Huntsmen of Annuvin. Having known no other life, he was completely loyal to the Horned King. In return, he was fed, and allowed to live within the castle, often accompanying one of the Huntsmen through the castle. The years passed without major incident until the day a pig keeper named Taran snuck inside. Although Garm spotted the boy, he was then unable to alert the nearby guard of Taran's presence since he lacked the ability to speak to humans. Garm came close to causing Flewdur's demise, as well as his own, when he refused to release his grip on the bard's trousers when the old man was attempting to flee beneath a descending portcullis. However, both survived, at the cost of the seat of the trousers, and the bard made good his escape.
Later on, Garm fled Prydain as soon as the Horned King activated the Black Cauldron, escaping the ensuing slaughter of many of the Huntsmen, and the march of the Cauldron Born. The grey mutt watched grimly as the only home he ever knew collapsed into rubble, and turned away, determined to survive, and find somewhere else to live. His search eventually took him over the Forbidden Mountains, where, to his surprise, he saw Prydain, standing tall once more.
Is Afraid Of: The Horned King, getting crushed, dark sorcery.
Home: Prydain.
Picture:
Sample Post: For a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had watched as Prydain collapsed into nothing, and yet, here it stood. Cautiously, the grey mutt slowly approached the fortress, sniffing carefully at the air. It was ripe with the scent of sorcery. He paused, and scowled for a moment. Well, maybe it wasn't really a scent. More like a feeling, hanging in the air. Moving closer, Garm approached the gate, feeling the familiar worn wood of the drawbridge, and noting the massive presence of the portcullis. Eying it warily, the grey mutt crept inside, padding silently down familiar hallways, home at last.
Suddenly, his ears perked up, and his pale eyes widened in surprise as a sudden tremor flowed through the air. That feeling was very familiar, and Garm went stiff with almost instinctive shock. The Horned King. His old master. A mix of terror, satisfaction, and nostalgia filled the grey mutt, and he felt his body relax a bit. He was home, his master was nearby, and he could small meat cooking. He had everything he needed.
