
Username : Setsunasakuya
Time Zone : GMT -5 hours
Journal Type: [I-J]
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Character Info
Name : Gavril Rowan Poem
Age : 18
Gender : Male
Appearance : Long, haphazardly cut, golden ash blond hair. Apple green eyes with long lashes that makes them seem dark, so you never know the color. His skin is creamy, but strangely from staying inside or under the shade all the time. He is the tiniest bit over average height and is of lean build. He doesn’t use drab clothing, being raised in a rich home; though never given the time of day, he was taught to keep up a respectable appearance for the sake of the guests. Still, his clothes are usually smudged with dirt or whatever he used to keep his inventions together.
He always has a cold face on, interpreted as cruel or uncaring by most. He carries a bag full of useless pieces he somehow manages to make into useful contraptions. When there are few people around, he can be found scavenging for more bits and pieces.
Personality : He’s silent—refuses to speak, except to hurt people and keep them away. He won’t express himself or say what is bothering him. He won’t even talk to his daemon, refusing to acknowledge its existence, which resulted in his daemon remaining a daeling for years. The silence is mutual by now.
He’s intelligent, but usually uses this to slip out and cut class rather than get good grades. He will ignore most people and pretend nothing bothers him, but he can snap suddenly. In actuality, he is too easily annoyed and doesn’t hold back when provoked. This usually ends up with the other person or both of them in a hospital.
He is creative, but doesn’t like to show anyone, so he doesn’t know he is clever.
Keywords : Shy, Clever, Intelligent, Spiteful, Fighter
History : Gavril saw his parents get shot when he was little. Everyone thought that it had been murder-suicide and paid no attention to his pleas. The estate and everything went to the aunt, which had been disowned by the family a long time ago because of her promiscuity. She hated the child and cared only for herself and her men. He was badly abused by some female friends of his aunt, but the men always treated him well.
When he grew up, he decided he was homosexual. One day, he came and found his boyfriend cheating on him with a cousin. He didn’t do anything at the moment, but when they left the estate, the horses suddenly rushed off as if they had been stung. Both were hurt in the panic. It was a simple contraption made by Gavril. No one paid attention to this one, but as the accidents in the house grew, someone figured it was the boy. The aunt sent him away from the house. No one of the town knew for a long time after that he’d gone, but by then, he was nowhere to be found.
Gavril had wandered around the cities, always to the shadows. By the time someone from the academy found him, the damage from being on the streets caused to his psyche was irreversible. After a very long week of trying to straighten him out, they left him alone. He usually hangs out in the town, far away from the academy as humanly possible.