GARASETH

BASICSNAME: Garaseth
BIRTHDATE Early Winter 2773
AGE: Newborn as of Early Winter 2773
APPEARANCELENGTH: 27.5 ft
HEIGHT: 7 ft
WINGSPAN: 41.25 ft
COLOR: White
HEX CODE: #636B6DFULL APPEARANCE:Garaseth just seems... old, somehow. Worn and faded. His hide, rather than being smooth, is loose and leathery, hanging in wrinkles like a bedsheet so stretched it's grown a bit too big for the bed it's on. Even the color of his hide seems like it's rubbed off a bit on the edges. It's mostly a medium-dark gray, but on the tip of his snout and the trailing edges of his wings it seems to have faded to lighter, silvery color.
PERSONALITYPERSONALITY:An old man even from birth, Garaseth just seems a little worn at all times. He's prone to talking about lost loves, even if there aren't any he can remember, and he has a bit of a fascination with the good old days, though he's not really entirely certain when or what those are either. He acts as though the world has just beaten him down a bit, referring often to his bad luck, and is quite the pessimist; he's always convinced that everything has gone poorly before and will once again, regardless of the truth of the matter.
When he's not busy assuming nothing will work, he's actually a good problem solver. He has decent insight into how things can be set right, and he seems to enjoy puzzling things out. He has a love for all things mechanical, and enjoys watching how different things are put together. He can chat for hours with any Smiths he comes across—the real trouble is getting away from him.
He has a bad habit of doing things for people that have a lot of strings attached. Well, since he's lending you some help with moving that log, of
course it won't be that much trouble to share that herdbeast with him? He's such a little dragon, after all. And, well, surely it's not too much to ask that he be given some of that fancy oil.
Why me?: Look, he
is smarter than her. Good luck dragging this old sack of bones into activity, Via.

