Garrik Stone
Fighter, custom March Warden archetype
Garrik Stone
Species
Human
Appearance
Garrick Stone is a towering human with a broad, weather-hardened face and the stillness of a sealed gate. His skin is roughened by high-altitude wind, smoke, and years of grit, with pale scars crossing one cheek like old quarry seams. His dark slag-iron plate is massive without being ornate, each shoulder guard hammered into the shape of overlapping fortress stones. Frost clings to the hem of his slate-gray wool cloak, and the cloak smells faintly of lanolin, coal smoke, and cold rain. He moves slowly in council, placing each boot as if testing a bridge, yet in battle his body snaps into motion with startling economy. The unexpected softness is in his hands, which are large and scarred but meticulously gentle when binding a wounded soldier's fingers.
“Slow, low, and carefully articulated. His pauses are long enough to make listeners feel the weight of an unanswered question.”
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Distinguishing Features
A pale scar runs from his left temple to the corner of his mouth, pulling his expression into an almost permanent severity.
His armor bears hundreds of tiny punched marks, one for every Wallwarden lost under his command.
He wears a red thread bracelet beneath his left gauntlet, made from the blanket of a child rescued at Vask Hollow.
His left little finger is missing its final joint, severed by a mountain bear trap during his first winter patrol.
His eyes remain unnervingly calm during violence, but soften whenever he hears a village bell.
Voice
“A deep, restrained baritone with a dry rasp beneath it, like a millstone turning under snow. When issuing battlefield commands, he does not shout. His voice cuts through noise because everyone nearby has learned to listen.”
Clothing
Scarred dark plate over layered charcoal padding, a slate-gray wool cloak stiff with mountain frost, iron-bound riding boots, a weatherproof officer's sash, and a simple red thread bracelet hidden beneath his left gauntlet.
Body Language
Garrick stands with his hands folded over the pommel of his sheathed sword, shoulders square and chin slightly lowered. He rarely points. When angered, he becomes quieter, removes his gauntlets one finger at a time, and steps between the vulnerable person and the source of danger. In combat, his stance widens until he seems rooted into the mountain itself, then contracts suddenly as he drives forward.
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