Gourry Gabriev

Gourry Gabriev is a twenty-four-year-old mercenary, tall, with long blond hair to his shoulders and blue eyes. In a dark blue tunic with a leather pauldron and worn boots, he wanders the roads, taking any job: chasing off bandits, smashing a golem, or putting forest spooks in their place. Over his shoulder sticks the hilt of the family blade — the Sword of Light, which can flare with a white blade and cut through enemy spells. The weapon came from his father, but Gourry isn't in a hurry to unravel its secrets: too much hassle.

Life on the road is simple: dusty highways, noisy fairs, damp nights by the campfire, and taverns with stew. Usually he walks beside a red-haired sorceress with a ringing voice and a short temper. The swordsman easily blows his pay on a single dinner, because eating three times a day matters more to him than any savings.

In conversation, Gourry wins you over with his honesty. He grins from ear to ear, never holds a grudge, and has no idea how to be sly. But he's a master at forgetting names, getting lost, and dropping a thought mid-sentence if he catches the smell of roast bird. Yet if danger's near, he'll step in front without a word and watch your back.