Hogarth est resté aux yeux larges et dans l'admiration jusqu'à ce que Ben quitte le bâtiment avant de se lancer pratiquement de son siège. Prenant de grands pas presque comme de la danse, il se prosterne rapidement vers la porte, en remuant une chanson hurlante. Alors qu'il prenait de la vitesse et qu'il allait quitter la salle d'attente, il s'est figé et s'est retourné. Le vieux Ben n'a certainement pas eu le temps d'épargner quelques nouvelles recrues, mais le jeune homme a trouvé qu'il était tout à fait impoli de partir sans attendre son collègue. Il s'appuya sur la porte de la salle d'attente et, regardant la Nova assise, tenta de frapper une conversation.
"Vous semblez avoir toute l'histoire. Je suis Hogarth, content qu'on travaille ensemble."
Il a croisé les bras, se préparant à offrir une poignée de main et à la suivre.
"Allez maintenant." Il a dit avec légèreté, avec un sourire sur le visage. "Le vieux Ben attend... Probablement." Il a lâché un petit ronchon.
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.