Hogarth écouta attentivement la réponse de Nova, après s'être tourné vers le vieux Ben et avoir hurlé positivement au son de son nom de famille. Le temps emprunté, les dettes de vie, et surtout, une forme d'adoption? Tout semblait si pittoresque et il se sentait presque mal parce qu'il n'avait pas de motifs aussi profonds, ou une histoire semblable à sa propre à partager. Son enthousiasme avait certainement doublé, sachant qu'il travaillerait à côté de personnes aussi colorées et variées. Ce n'est que lorsque la jeune fille a fini de parler qu'il s'est rendu compte qu'il devait lui aussi répondre à la question de Ben. Son discours a mis Hogarth dans l'humeur pour sûr, bien que dans un moment tellement émouvant émotionnellement, il a trouvé difficile de former des phrases cohérentes. Non pas que ses raisons de se joindre à lui étaient assez complexes pour avoir besoin d'une description détaillée, cependant. Après quelques instants de regards à blanc, d'abord à Nova, puis de retour à Ben, son sourire est revenu dans un petit sourire honnête alors qu'il baissait la tête, regardant le sol. Il se blottit sur son siège, et, frottant le dos de son cou, il proclama, d'une voix qui réussit d'une manière ou d'une autre à être à la fois lisse et shrill.
"J'aime vraiment les morts et tout ce qui ne va pas."
Name: Hogarth Nethayr
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hogarth is a cheerful, wiry young man, dressed exclusively in black. He looks nearly emaciated, and stands about two meters tall, despite his slouchy, s-shaped posture. His choice of attire, however, slightly hides his thin frame. Namely, he is never seen wearing anything other than thick, ankle length coats, knee high steel reinforced leather boots and light plate gauntlets. A large hat with a sown-in strap is commonly seen atop his head. Hogarth is rather thin in the face, and posesses a snow-white complexion. His features are sharp and slightly sunken while his hair reaches just below his shoulders. Lastly, the most common expression his face takes is that of a wide eyed, teeth clenched grin.
Backstory:
Hogarth's early years have been utterly uneventful, if somewhat dull. Born to a family of simple merchants, he has never experienced the ravages of poverty, nor the comforts of wealth. Being interested in scholarly matters from an early age, his father eagerly supplied the young boy with any tomes he could procure, eventually creating an impressive library. The more the boy grew and read, however, the more he developed an interest in the macabre and morbid. In fact, the only thing slighty unconventional about Hogarth's life was Hogarth himself.
Even though the boy was joyful and well-mannered, he would, occasionally isolate himself from his peers and family, and would lock himself in the house's cramped reading quarters for hours on end. He'd fill these quarters with notes upon notes on increasingly disturbing subjects, casually adorning them with sketches depicting death's heads, wights, and other ghoulish creatures. Other times, he'd sink into mirth filled monologues regarding unpleasant matters, most common being the dead, both walking and not. When he was finally of age, it came to no one's surprise when he cheerfully proclaimed that he was joining the Grave Keepers. Now, he is most commonly seen wandering about the outer graveyard with a smile on his face, even when off duty.
Other:
Equipment:
Bandolier: A tanned leather bandolier consisting of a torso and belt part helps Hogarth store numerous vials of potions and his weapons.
Axes: Hogarth is not the best when it comes to handling meelee weapons, with the exception of his two small throwing axes, used to quickly incapacitate hostile undead, or humans.
Stake thrower: A medium to short range repeater crossbow customized by Hogarth, it is small enough to be fired from one hand if the need arises.