(TW - Opression and Slavery)
In the dark corners of the world nobody likes to speak about, where the activities going on are far less enjoyable than those where the light shines upon smiles and happier families lies a cavern. Within this cavern lies the criminal empire of one “Demon” Deacon Garvey. There doesn’t exist a dark business that Garvey does not dabble in. Whether it be drugs, species trafficking, abusive industry, racketeering, blackmail, or fencing there is a guarantee that Garvey has carved a small hole into it for himself.
Business was always good, he inherited most of what he has and has furiously maintained it with an iron fist. Jo-El is a victim, and a product, of two of his industries. He was bred and born to be strong, fighting in arenas from the time he was 12. That was shortly after the other industry he was involved in, trafficking. He knows nothing of his home town or his family, he feels more comfortable not thinking about it either. His only kin is the world he walks upon, feeling a distinct connection with what he believes are the thoughts of the universe.
His power was dampened a majority of his life, until he broke out shortly after turning 25. A slip, a small misstep was all he needed. He knew he was a strong and capable warrior and years of planning led him to his greatest moment yet. One day after the arena, taking another poor bastard’s life so that he may eat another cold dinner and sleep through another cold night, a guard he had gotten carefully close to had left his room’s door unattended for a second too long. That’s when Jo-El rushed the door, not knowing his own true strength, he crushed the guard with the door. Initially stopping to help the man was a curse upon him, he didn’t know why but he wanted to help the man that saw over his imprisonment, he couldn’t help but feel bad at the damage he’d caused. This was his only mistake, a second guard slashed him across the face with a sword, he still sports a scar that reminds him of it every time he sees his reflection.
He had no choice but to kill the guards he came in contact with that day, none of them had the brute strength he had- and none would listen to his warnings. After that, he just walked. He walked and walked, helping some while ignoring others. He found maybe his only calling was violence, but possibly he could use that gift to help others.
