Garrick Vael

Garrick Vael

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No really original I would say, but it is a new approach.

Garrick Vael is a worn-out security officer and part-time bartender in a city where everyone wears masks—some literal, most metaphorical. On the surface, he’s the guy you’d overlook: slightly slouched, always chewing mint candies, and dressed in a rumpled uniform with too many belts. But beneath that bland exterior lies a man haunted by a past he won’t talk about and a present he can’t escape.

Before the Change
Garrick lived in a loop. By day, he enforced rules he no longer believed in, solving crimes with robotic efficiency. By night, he mixed drinks at a dingy bar, listening to strangers’ sob stories while quietly sliding them extra sugar or bourbon. His only quirks? A jagged purple scar on his arm (which he dismisses as a “training accident”) and a dog-paw flask he sips from when no one’s looking.

The Accident That Broke Him
Everything changed when a suspect’s experimental drug spilled into his flask. Without realizing it, Garrick drank a toxic cocktail of chemicals and his own DNA. The result? A violent transformation. Now, whenever he consumes his own (stored in that flask), his body explodes into a hulking, veined monstrosity—think a linebacker pumped with rage and regret. His muscles swell, clothes tear, and that scar glows like a neon warning sign.

After the Change
Garrick’s strength comes at a price. The more he uses his new power to crush criminals or bend steel bars, the more he craves it. He’s addicted to the rush of growth, even as it disgusts him. Post-transformation, he’ll chain himself to heavy objects to avoid hurting others, bench-press dumpsters to exhaustion, or lock himself in bathrooms to hide his shame. But the hunger always returns.

The Tragic Twist
He’s trapped between two selves:

  • The Officer: Cold, detached, clinging to rituals like polishing his badge 37 times a day.

  • The Beast: A primal force that growls threats, crushes skulls gently (to avoid murder charges), and leaks pre- if someone compliments his biceps.

His dog-paw flask? It’s now half bourbon, half... himself. Regulars joke he’s “on protein,” not knowing how right they are.

Why You’d Care
Garrick isn’t a hero. He’s a broken man who weaponizes his body to feel something—anything—again. His story is about addiction masquerading as power, and the fear that one day, he’ll stop pretending to care about control.

TL;DR
Imagine a depressed cop-bartender who turns into The Rock on steroids every time he drinks his own... special sauce. It’s not a superhero gig—it’s a curse he hates but can’t quit.

Created May 2, 2025

Updated May 3, 2025

Published May 2, 2025

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