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Commission made for: SillyKidGames.com

Name: Gavin Monstrom
Nickname: Gav
Species: Human
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Sign: Pisces
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 160 pounds
Eyes: Blue
Hair: White

Likes: None; nothing motivates him
Dislikes: Overachievers, seeing other people suffer
Golem: Gorm – Gravity Golem

I often wonder what drives people to fight. Is it love? Hatred? A sense of honor? I feel none of these. Over and over I hear the stories of my father, my grandfather, and every Monstrom before them. How they fought for what they believed in. What does that even mean? What is it that I believe in? Maybe I will find those answers here, at the Academy.

Make no mistake—my skills in battle are unrivaled. Fighting has always come naturally to me, like… gravity. No wonder my Golem and I are so perfectly matched. I watch the others train like puppies, doing what the masters tell them from sunup to sunset, but Gorm and I would rather just kick back and have fun. What’s so wrong about that? I see how the others look at me and laugh, the lazy kid who cares about nothing. But the headmaster does not laugh. He insists on my training alongside the others day after day, thinking he can change me. I just smile and take it in stride. The old man has his work cut out for him.

Description
Commission made for: SillyKidGames.com

Name: Gavin Monstrom
Nickname: Gav
Species: Human
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Sign: Pisces
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 160 pounds
Eyes: Blue
Hair: White

Likes: None; nothing motivates him
Dislikes: Overachievers, seeing other people suffer
Golem: Gorm – Gravity Golem

I often wonder what drives people to fight. Is it love? Hatred? A sense of honor? I feel none of these. Over and over I hear the stories of my father, my grandfather, and every Monstrom before them. How they fought for what they believed in. What does that even mean? What is it that I believe in? Maybe I will find those answers here, at the Academy.

Make no mistake—my skills in battle are unrivaled. Fighting has always come naturally to me, like… gravity. No wonder my Golem and I are so perfectly matched. I watch the others train like puppies, doing what the masters tell them from sunup to sunset, but Gorm and I would rather just kick back and have fun. What’s so wrong about that? I see how the others look at me and laugh, the lazy kid who cares about nothing. But the headmaster does not laugh. He insists on my training alongside the others day after day, thinking he can change me. I just smile and take it in stride. The old man has his work cut out for him.