Garilax was formed from blood, pain, and death. The screaming cries of
the woman giving birth before her life was snuffed out was his entrance into
the world. Without the woman to care for him, he was left to the devices of
his drunken father. He was a man of cruelty, of anger at Garilax for taking
his wife from him. He did not see Garilax as his own, but as something to
be used and then cast away. Garilax's early years were that of a slave.
His father abused him and forced him to work odd jobs, most of which were
demeaning. Over time, Garilax's heart hardened towards others, especially
that of his father. He endured the abuse, keeping it within and letting it
fuel him as the drink had fueled his father. Years would pass, many years
in fact. Abuse after abuse, beating after beating. Garilax did not care,
he was accustomed to such a life. He had never loved, never knew love, and
never thought of love. It was as foreign to him as anything could be. One
dark night, his father was in a horrible drunken state. Beating him
senseless, burning him, and defiling him physically. It was enough.
Garilax would no longer take the beatings, he would no longer be a punching
bag for anyone. Grabbing the butcher knife, he walked calmly to his father
as he lay sleeping in his stupor after tiring himself out beating Garilax.
With no emotion in his heart or mind, Garilax raised the cleaver and hacked
once, twice, thrice. Then he continued hacking, and did not stop until
there was almost nothing left. Satisfied and covered in blood, Garilax left
to wander Serin.
A tall, hulking form is here before you, wisps of shadows steam off of
its body in waves. Its skin is pure black with marbled swirls of red
spattered randomly throughout. Eyes of crimson red glare hatefully from a
nightmarish visage. A sinister grin seems permanently etched on its face,
revealing yellow teeth which have been filed down to jagged points. Its
arms are long and muscled, the hands are overly large and end in nails that
more closely resemble a beast's claws. Its legs are muscular and powerful,
capable of running down the quickest of prey with ease. Its presence is
strong, the very air seems to darken and the area dims just a bit.