Trent Garretty
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"To err is human; to forgive, divine."
- Alexander Pope
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Trent Garretty Trent is a local. He grew up right here in Prospect, his father a factory worker, and his mother a waitress. He was trouble since childhood, and his parents got him involved in art classes to try and curve his destructive impulses. It worked, and he spent a lot of his teenage years sculpting. He was a savant, it seemed. However, at fifteen his parents were killed in a car accident, and the foster family he ended up with were abusive, and refused to aid his want to create. Because of this, Trent ended up in trouble again. He ran with gangs, and generally just became a nuisance. At eighteen he joined the Marines, hoping to find a way out. He passed all of the tests needed, and ended up getting a position in Marine Force Recon. He served his country, and did terrible, terrible things in the process. He came back from the war a changed man. He had a very hard time doing a normal job after what he'd done and seen, and a friend of his offered him work in Chicago as a killer for the Estrega Russian mob family. He'd never be a Captain, but it was solid work. He moved to Chicago and began putting his trauma and new skills to work. Years passed, and he became colder and colder. He still sculpted, but his work was dark. Two weeks ago Trent was shot six times in the chest, after eight years of loyal service to the Estrega. In that moment, he was changed.
Malekeshnal The Unmaker Malekeshnal was, originally, a fairly distant angel. He was isolated, even compared to the other Angels of the Earth. When the world was forged, he was the one that added the hint of chemical to the various ores that would allow them to me smelted and melted together to create alloys. He loved man when they came, as all did, but not as much as the others did. He cared only for his creations. In the end, Malekeshnal joined the rebellion because he was begged. He would be able to make perfect weapons and armor and engines of war. He saw the Rebels as more dedicated and emotional, and that interested him. He became the Lord of Forges for the Crimson Legion, personally crafting the weapons and armor of Lucifer and his highest. Over the course of the war he provided more and more of the Rebels with their weaponry, and time and time again the weapons were captured by the Loyalists or broken in battle. Malekeshnal slowly began to lose his mind. He grew to hate both sides of the war, as well as mankind. Everything fell apart. Everything broke. Torment hit him hard, and in the end he used all of his skill and power to create a gauntlet that he used to replace his right hand from the elbow down. It was infused with the power to unmake what the Angels had built. He shut down his forged and marched into the world. He used his gauntlet to wage war on both sides, destroying entire regions, and droves of humans, and angels. In the end, it was a contingent of some of the most powerful Fallen who rallied together and took him down. Lucifer cut the gauntlet from his arm and hid it in a secret place, and Malekeshnal spent the remainder of the war locked away in Segun, the prison city.
When the Unmaker found Trent everything changed. He felt regret and despair in the man's heart, and he felt a conscience for the first time. He looked at the broken world...and he vowed to make up for everything he had done. He has returned to his hometown of Prospect, a simple man, and a broken, regretful angel. rp hooks
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