Description: A messy mane of lengthy hair the color of grimy soot crowns the head of this young male with no apparent care for style. Almondine eyes, a crystalline baby blue hue, are narrowly-spaced between each other are perched over a gently-curved button nose. Highly-accentuated cheekbones frame his face and lead down into a strong jaw with a slight dimple set in his chin--all clean-shaven. A bullish, thick neck holds his head aloft with a pair of broad shoulders to fill out his figure. Sculpted arms that look to be hewn and carved from wood carry a litter of scars that run up the length of his forearms to his biceps. An expansive chest tapers down into a lean torso rippling with musculature and holding little fat. His legs are stacked with twisted cords of muscle that carry the brunt of his weight gracefully.

Personality: Little matters to Gage other than gaining coin and spending it on the superfluous things that catch his fancy. As a result, he can come off as an incredibly shallow person with little to drive him other than the thought of accruing a vast amount of wealth. While this seems to dominate his goals, he is a generally laid-back man on his off-time and very much an individual enamored with the fine life of drinking and partying. It is rare to ever find him truly angry. It is as if he has an incredible tolerance for the obstacles life throws.

Background: Gage comes from the Oathlands, born to poor peasant farmers with little other than the land they tilled to their name. He was the Grimshaw's family only child. His childhood was often spent under the beating heat of the sun, toiling away at the soil and carrying out labor-heavy tasks that eventually formed him into a strong young man. The environs housed other families of whom came one of Gage's earliest friends--the peasant son of another family named Jacobus. He and Jacobus would spend their off-time from work fooling around, and this would continue on for several years as the boys grew up alongside each other. One day, when they were both sixteen, they decided to run off and go on a grand, foolish adventure. They didn't get far into journeying through the wilds before Gage's friend was wounded on the trail, and with the little supplies they had Jacbous could not be saved. When his friend fell, instead of returning home to face his family and the family of Jacobus he continued on roaming and fell in with a mercenary group in time. Years passed as Gage climbed the ranks and accrued the skills necessary for survival. Deciding to call it quits with the group he ran with, he decided to break off from them in the dead of the night one day and traveled to make his fortune in Arx.