Grayson Agosti

Monstrosity of Tyrrendor.

### Family

Siblings, youngest to oldest;Graylynn Agosti (Deaceased), Sylvia Agosti, Niklaus Agosti, Cillian Agosti & Kaden Agosti.

### Love Interests

Formally; Alise Arkenfaul, Maven Blackwell

> There is a reason I was named The Monstrosity of Tyrrendor...
>
> - **Grayson Agosti** to Augustus Agosti.

Everything was too much, and yet never enough. The very definition of intensity, but nothing than utter desolation. An enigma of epitome crafted by the very stars in Navarre's evening sky. Grayson Agosti was no mere man, this much was for certain. Molded from a childhood of depravation, disregard, and disdain would make most fall to their knee's. Except, for the Mountain of Tyrrendor, they simply built him into a fortress which none could diminish.

Shambles, that was the life created by his parents, and yet he'd turned it into the fruitful endeavors only pirates found. The finest of golden treasures but everything came with a price. For him, it was morality, core beliefs, and turning everything he'd once stood for into nothing but meaningless dust.

## Biography

### Early Life

Grayson Agosti was born the eldest sibling of six in Aretia, Tyrrendor to Evelynn and Augustus Agosti. From a young age his father Augustus, a renowned mercenary, put him through trials and tribulations as means of preparing him for the future. His mother Evelynn was a toxicologist and herbal remedy crafter. Throughout his youth the boy was not only a source of Augustus' rage, but also, the outlet for such anger. Due to his father's continuous irritability and irrational behavior, he put himself between his sire and siblings. Assuring that any form of punishment which was originally for them, had been directed towards him instead.

Even so, he never held any ill will towards those birthed after him. Throughout the years of early childhood into being a young adult he'd trained with his father. This was in many forms, from pain tolerance through various methods of torture to combat with those whom were his age or older. Spars were setup in the village they'd resided in, and weekly, he'd attended at least two matches. At the age of thirteen, after losing a fight to his eldest brother, he was rebranded by their father. A scar through the left eye, a promise that his handsome features would never carry him through life. That they were useless, and marred as if a curse to be seen with nothing other than disgust.

As time drew on, the relationship between himself and his parents became more volatile. Worsening with each day to pass, until eventually, his father and mother abandoned the family. Leaving him to care for his five younger siblings through carpentry, blacksmithing, and whatever odd jobs could be picked up along the way. Not long after such desertion from their caretakers had he met Alise Arkenfaul, and they worked as mutual caretakers through the span of their time together. Overlooking not only his siblings, but hers, as well.

Eventually, upon reaching the age of seventeen, the ways and resources of how they'd survive were no longer sustaining their family. Due to his appearance, and being approached by wealthy people in the past, this caused the eldest Agosti sibling to turn to working as a courtesan. A means of making coin, and nothing more, he'd drawn on with medial jobs and attended to women of status when they so desired. Upon eighteen, something devastating happened to their family at large; the murder of his youngest sister Graylynn. In the family home, something that couldn't be stopped due to his lack of paying back owed loans and the groups own sinister desires. This, was the beginning of him transforming. From that of an empathetic man with few downfalls, to one that was a hollowed husk and apathetic by nature.

### First Year - 212 AU.

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## Physical Description

Grayson Agosti was hardened muscle with little body fat, but enough where it hadn't been completely clean cut. A sinewy figure molded from years of training since early childhood that was akin to marble statue. All cut lines, with some carefully formulated softened edges. Broad shoulders, strong as if they could carry boulders. Slim, but powerful hips. Thick, chiseled thighs that made him capable of lifting anything from tree logs to things twice his own weight. With a jawline that was chipped from the finest of stone and sharpened features that had been hammered away at by time's configuration.

Over the entirety of burly physique was a plethora of scars he'd merely lost count of. On his arms, legs, chest, back, and even hands it was harder to find blank skin than that of worn tissue. Two stood out most, though. One five inch slash across his throat that was ever prevalent. Along with the only marking upon his face, a thick lined scar that ran through his left eye. Many lifetimes had been lived in the few years he'd scraped through, and many more were to follow.

Even so, he'd had a charming smile which could draw a moth to pyre. Ivory teeth that glistened from being well-cared for, and dual colored eyes of differing tinge. Heterochromia was evident, with left hue being the color of sea's embrace, and right that of smelted copper. Softness laid in his features depending on whom they were aimed towards, or the forever adorned mask of stoicism that most were exposed to. Two slim ebony hoop earrings resided in either ear and few lined either cartilage. Thick, ebony locks of wavy curls were nestled atop a thickened skull. Forever a fuss, but in a way that seemed to be self inflicted. With a confident demeanor that was not cocky, he knew what he was capable of, and never gave any less.

On Their Person

* *Certain vials are held within various pockets, contents unknown. There are six daggers in his leather harness vest, two on each thigh, one in each boot, one on each hip and one final sheathed at his left wrist – some gained before coming, most from winning challenges. Usually he's adorned in full black attire; a tight leather bound turtleneck which covers the entirety of his arms, trousers with leather boots, and a pair of worn ebony leather gloves cover his hands at most times.*

In Their Bag

* *A mixture of items were switched out of his burlap sack. What was always within was a pair of brass knuckles, flight goggles, mint leaves, figs, a vial of honey, a waterskin, leatherbound tome that held few hand written notes within it, quill and inkwell, three feet of rope and various forms of first aid care. Transitioning items are lockpicks, small pocket knives, flask of liquor, a vial that smelt of evergreen and cypress, lavender, and a tin with churam or rolled cigarettes that typically were stale.*

## Personality

> Do not think me so simple to desire your pain. So simple to want your mistrust. So simple to lose you.
>
> - **Grayson Agosti** to Alise Arkenfaul.

**Positive Traits:** *Intelligent. Vigorous. Fortitude.*

**Neutral Traits:** *Adventurous. Ambitious. Intense.*

**Negative Traits:** *Stubborn. Jealous. Self-deprecating.*

## Power and Abilities

### **Powers**

#### **Lesser Magic**

* Every rider is capable of using Lesser magic once their dragon begins channeling through them after Threshing.

#### **Signet**

* Poison Circulation.
	+ The ability to not only spread poison throughout one's body, but also generate it within their very veins; his signet is akin much to that of a snake.

## Relationships

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