Gharis is quite comfortable with his position in life, and acknowledges those who "rank" higher than he does, treating them with the proper respect and reverence that he personally feels they are owed. Strangers are also treated with common courtesy and, having been hounded by his mother for years
about the importance of manners, the eídisi can sometimes be overly
-polite, forgetting first names in favor of last ones and declining invitations to public eateries out of a fear of embarrassing himself.
While Gharis isn't too well-known amongst the populace, the citizens of Viden can typically tell when he's around by the amount of things that start to fall over or break, nearby. The poor guy is a professional klutz, and can't seem to go three steps without either bumping into something (or someone) or tripping over his own feet. It doesn't help that he's almost always in a rush, though when asked about where he's headed he'll never have a straight answer to give, as if he doesn't really know.
Staying true to his chosen path as a scholar and innate nature as one of Yvithia's creations, Gharis is about as curious as they come. There isn't a single aspect of life that can't be picked apart and studied, and the man seeks, almost greedily
, to understand just about everything he comes into contact with, from the people he meets to the plants he tends to in his pastime. At times, his seemingly-unsatiable curiosity can make him seem ignorant and even callous toward others, but he isn't one for boasting his own intelligence, never having much enjoyed singing his own praises. He does, however, love
to talk about his thoughts, theories, and findings with others.
To a point, at least. Gharis never takes the advice of others unless he can validate it with facts, and is more than willing to politely disagree with someone when he feels that they are wrong in a subject, assuming it's one that he knows more about. And yet the man becomes as malleable as putty when in the presence of beauty, helplessly captivated by whichever attractive man or woman manages to catch his wandering eye. It's during these moments that the eídisi is most easily taken advantage of, much like a beggar teased with a satchel of coins. Beyond the occasional, somewhat awkward
attempt at flirting—and a coincidental run-in at a local store—however, Gharis doesn't really pursue the people he becomes enamored with.
Gharis is usually up and running, seemingly powered by some inexhaustable source of energy at the core of his being. He likes to keep himself busy and feels as though every waking moment can be spent doing something productive, no matter what it is, so his days are spent running errands, taking notes, re-arranging
those notes, and taking a moment or two to immerse himself in gardening, a surprisingly-calming hobby. Consequently, Gharis loathes
when others go out of their way to relax, seeing it as the epitome of laziness.