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Gavril Gabor
»The Kindred Spirit«
STαRTING THε NїGHTMĂRE
»» I’m known as :: Gavril, Gabe
»» It’s been so long :: 23
»» Which bathroom? :: Male
»» Corsets or Top hats :: Straight
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»»The world from my perch :: 6'3'' and 174lbs
»» Oh so pretty :: Gavril has thick brown hair that reached to his shoulders, ending in curls. Most of the time he doesn't care to straighten it, and because of this it has some stubborn strands standing every which way. In the bright sunlight, if one would look closely, they would find that his hair has auburn highlights.
»» They mesmerize :: Gavril has deep, expressive brown eyes that reflect his every mood.
»» Still trapped in that mirror? :: Gavril
»» On the cover :: Appearance: Gavril is a well built man, with broad shoulders and a well proportioned face. Due to life on the road, his skin is rough and calloused, tanned from many days of merciless sunlight. His nose is slightly wider around the base than most and, added with his rather full bodied lips and well shaped -if not rather bushy- eyebrows, he doesn't consider himself as looking anything other than ordinary.
»» They’ll keep me unique :: Gavril has a medium sized golden hoop hanging from his right ear and a splotchy birthmark on his left hand. It almost looks as if the hand got extremely tanned while something like paint was coating it.
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»» The scattered truth :: Gavril is a shy and kind fellow, not one to talk but, once you get him started on a rather nuetral topic or a subject that his is passionate in, it can sometimes take quite a bit to make him shut up about it. He is easy going and is willing to listen to just about any problem one might have, and considers his advice to be solid and well made when he decided to put it forth for others to hear. He is stoic about many things, wanting rather to sit things out and think them through before putting himself into any situation. However, his general detatchment from the everyday activity doesn't mean that he isn't interesting in the matter. Not quick to jump into things, Gavril tends to hang around the edges tending to the animals.
»» My sick and twisted life :: Gavril was born into the generic, everyday gypsy family and raised in the manner of his heritage, with kindness towards all living things and general distrust towards the aristocracy. He grew up with a fondness for the outdoors and the smells of the meat cooking on the spit over an open flame, and had a tendency to scarf down the food before it was fully cooked. Life was good. That is, until the point when his sister became smitten with a higher class man.
She was praised for her beauty, and she knew it too. However, when the fatal day came when a nobel man found her as she was meandering her way around the marketplace, they went off together and were not seen for many a year. Gavril assumed that she was happy with him, and let it be. It seemed all too soon when she made her way back to the camp, a heartbroken and saddened individual. Afterwards, she no longer cared for herself, and it was left to Gavril to care for her. This furthered his disgust with the higher class, seeing as they had done this to a loved one.
»» Remnants of a dream :: Campfire smoke, The wood creaking during travel, The blazing noonday sun, The smell of animal fodder, birdsong.
»» Twisting and turning :: Aristocracy, Prejeduce, Darkness, Death, Suffering
»» The neverending nightmare :: Gavril fears the sensation of his feet not having purchase on solid ground. Because of that, Gavril dares not venture into boats on deep water.
»» Good night my pretty :: N/A
Cʟosɘ THэ ϽurtȂɪNs
»» I'll treat you right :: Gavril has fallen for none, at this point.
»» Under lock and key :: Gavri has nothing else to say about himself, except maybe that, if he ever found out the man who harmed his sister so, he would have a strong inclination to kill him.
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»» My puppet master :: Wings of Hindrence RP
»» Weapon of choice :: Teal/Saddle Brown
 Aribis · Wed Mar 24, 2010 @ 03:42am · 0 Comments |
