Gordias Hargrove

True name: Gordias Richards Hargrove
Age: 51 y/o
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Place of birth: Unknown
Current residence: Sunfall

Magic: Self-healing
This is the only thing keeping him alive. During the long period of his imprisonment, it was healing him all the time, but his magic is not perfect. It is not able to make him fully healthy again. When you look at him, it is obvious that something is wrong. His skin is broken, almost white, black blood is almost always dripping out of his mouth and when he walks he is limping. If his magic would suddenly disappear, he would probably die. His magic is constantly pushing energy through his brain, heart, and longs.

Height: 1,81m
Hair: Black
Eye color: Brown
Skin: White


Gordias is not the man he once was. His mind had been affected by his years of solitude and nothingness. Now he is cruel and trusts no one. You will often find him talking to himself as if he were talking to other. The things he hears, the voices, are those of his former crew. Pirates who are long since dead, but he doesn't even know they belong to them. Some memories remained in his head, but they almost never come out. If they do, it will only make him more insane than he already is. People are not allowed to stand near him or make sudden moves if you do he will attack, but he will stop the moment you are far enough away. The problem is that he will go for the kill.
Small spaces are also not made for him. It is alright when there is no light or other people, but the moment there are others are with him or he is able to see things, he will panic. When he panics it is not good, for no one. He could hurt himself in the process, but he will definitely hurt others.
Gordias is not used to be surrounded by others, so that means he doesn't care what happens to him and he does not pay attention to the things happening around him. People need to get out of the way for him, pay attention to him, make sure they stay away.


Black. Everything is black. A beautiful color. So much black. Dark black. Like everything. Nothing more as black and dark. Other colors hurt your eyes. They are so wild. Black. Darkness. It is scary at first. Nothing to see. Nothing to hear. Only black. After that, it is calming. Calming for the mind. Calming for the heart. Yes. You need nothing else. Other things make you go mad. Oh yes, yes. Horribly mad. They became my friends. My only friends. There were others. Their voices often sounded around me. Never did they say something to me. Oh no never. But they were there. Enjoying the darkness. We all did. Beautifull. Black. Beautifull. Black. Endless. It makes you forget everything. Everyone. Anything. Anyone. Yourself. It doesn't matter. As long as there is black and dark it does not matter. Nothing does. No one does. Then when light comes back. When colors return. Everything returns. You can't stay. They won't let you. Oh no, they won't. They take you. Make you go out. Away from darkness. See. Colors are bad. They drive you mad.