Gaspard Howlett
| Gaspard Howlett | |
 "Always keep the beast in Check" | |
| Gender | Male |
| Race | Miqo'te |
| Clan | Keeper of the Moon |
| Citizenship | Stateless |
| Place of Birth | ??? |
| Guardian | The Fury, Halone |
| Nameday | Date 15th day of 4th Astral Moon (Age: 26 ) |
| Marital Status | Single |
Contents
Appearance
Height: 1,79 M
Hair: Shoulder length and crow black, with a touch of silver
Eyes: Silverish/ Icy Blue
Clothing Style: Mostly a mixture of whatever he can come up to suit his travels. A fable for black
Tastes
Hobbies
- Reading Books, Challenging himself with new things.
Likes
- Mental Exercise
- Solving Cases
- Observing People
- Hunting
- A night out in a pub
Dislikes
- Pointless Slaughter
- Swords and Knives
- Sentiment
Favorites
- Color: Black
- Food: Meat
- Drinks: Whiskey
- Scent: Grilled Meat, Ink
- Place: His own Attic
- Festival: ???
Goals
None as of Yet
Alignment
Neutral
Personality
Quirks
- Deeply upset/ashamed over himself if he deducts something wrong
Flaws
- Overconfident in his own observational skills
- A 'dead heart', keeping himself at an distance at nigh all times
- Easily Bored
Fears
- Dying with regrets
- Returning to his old Ways
- Falling in love / Becoming attached to other people
Talents
- Keen Eye / Observational Skills: Capable to read into the most minute of Details. A skill he developed independently
by working as a private eye for hire.
- Keen Memory: A gift he only recently learned how to use properly, with the help of Lucan Iel Sidiatoris. Gaspard
is capable of easily recalling things he's once read or heard. It is also why he tends to avoid what he calls 'mental poison', as in dead-weight information that help in absolutely no fashion.
- Archery: Gaspard is an apt archer, as he's used to hunting his food on his own. Moreso, he preffers the distance they
provide, keeping him off 'the edge', and away from getting too personal with killing blows.
- Hand to Hand Combat: Proficient. Enough to handle himself against most amateurs, but not on par with devoted martial artists.
- Knives/Swords: A nigh prodigy of all kind of blades, and at the same time, they're his least favorite. As a non-violent person in general, the use of Bladwa apalls him, but at the same time, he knows how to wield a blade with great precision, velocity and technique.
Family and Relationships
Relatives
None
Affiliations
(Formerly) A Mercenary Crew called the 'Fangs of Halone'
Music Themes
[1] Iron
[2] Calling to the night
[3] Battle theme
Rumors
Common Rumours/Gossip:
"Gaspard? An oddball, really. Tends to just sit around in the Quicksand and do absolutely nothing. He creeps me out."
"That Cold glared Mi'qote? I heard he's a private eye, willing to sniff for anyone aslong the price is right."
"Right, him. Yeah, he keeps running around with a Sword, no Idea why though, heard he can't even scratch a wooden post with it"
Rare Rumours:
"Listen, and Listen well my friend. Leave that kid alone. He's seen things in his early years some of us don't even experience in a lifetime on the battlefield. If his business now is just snooping around without weapons, then we're all off better for it."
"Ah Gas. Traveled with 'im for ten cycles. Give that kid any type of blade and 'e'll turn into the devil 'imself. One of the finest child mercenaries we ever 'ad."
Name and Lifestyle
Name Etymology
His unusual name stems from his Gridanian roots, where he was found by the band of mercenaries that raised him to become one of theirs.
Nicknames
"Fang" - A nickname his former Mercenary brethren bestowed upon him
Current Residence
Gaspard currently resides in Ul'dah, conducting his business there from a small Home in the Market District
Biography
Born In the Outskirt of Gridania, Gaspard never got to know his true parents. Taken from an infant age by a band of plundering mercenaries knowng as the "Onyx Adders", he was raised amongst them, less like a child, and more like a disposable weapon. From his earliest days, he was conditioned to kill, to maim and to lynch anyone who stood against the black serpents banner. It was not long until he, but a young teenager, developed not only a taste, but yearning for blood and pain that accompanied it. It was during his late teenage years that Gaspard, mentored by one of the few 'intelligent' amongst the mercenaries, was also taught other values beyond blind violence, such as consideration, intelligent action, and observation. It was not long until the young mi'qote realized that there was more to life beyond what he was doing. As the wandering vagabunds eventually returned to Gridania, Gaspard lost all feeling of loyalty to the Onyx Adders, upon discovering that his family had in truth been slain by the very men he lived with, served with, fought with. With that, he abandoned them, setting off to start his life anew.
During his time as a lone traveler, Gaspard met a many curious figures, amongst them a Man he got to know as Lucan Iel Sidiatoris. With a likewise tragic past, both of them formed a sort of ..favorable bond. It was neither friendship nor loyalty, nothing of the likes. It was a simple understanding, as both came from similarly haunted backgrounds, and thus, understood how the other more or less 'ticked'. Lucan, himself a Garlean who had to flee Garlemand at a very young age due to political reasons, had become a formidable Thaumaturge in his own right, and furthermore a key figure in Ul'dah 's black markets and illicit trade rings. A wordly, and well spoken man. It was from Lucan that Gaspard learned about politics, about gil, about the values the common folk pursued and most importantly, how to use his head, instead of his violent side. To both of their surprise, Gaspard showed more promise then both of them could've ever presumed, with a high aptitude for memorization aswell as observation, and moreso a wide interest in many topics, especially after he was given access to Lucans private library.
What followed was a period in Gaspards life that he always likened to a sort of 'awakening', or eye opening. Picking up on all the education he had missed, all the information he was never able to attain, and all the social ques he never knew about, he soon became a well centered man, and far away from the bloodthirsty runt he once was. Abandoning any type of Warfare, for coin or for country, he vowed to rest his blades and pursue a more 'contionable' life. That of a private investigator, or Private Eye, as it capitalized on his talents and at the same time kept the 'dirty' work to those that employed him.
Up to this day, Gaspard works as a private eye, the blade at his sign by now more a memento to remind him of all he had gone through, rather then a weapon to be ever used again.
