- █ █ B A S I C S
█ NAME ▬ Gavin DeLoach
█ AGE ▬ 42
█ NICKNAME ▬ Gabby, Gav, Pitty
█ GENDER ▬ Male
█ RACE ▬ Lycan (Pit Bull mutt)
█ ORIENTATION ▬ Bisexual
█ OCCUPATION ▬ Homeless, con artist
█ PARTNER ▬ Single
█ SLAVE // MASTER ▬ No slave. 'Master' is, uh, complicated.
█ █ A P P E A R A N C E
█ HAIR ▬ Black
█ EYES ▬ Black
█ BUILD ▬ Lean, wiry muscle, undefined. [5"10]
█ TATTOOS ▬ Serpents coiling on both shoulders
█ SCARS ▬ His forearms and shoulders are covered in nicks and gouges, missing his left eye, two fingers on his right hand, and a piece of his left ear. He has an old gouge on one knee, and walks with a slight limp.
█ BIRTHMARKS ▬ none
█ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y
█ THEME SONGS
█ ▬ O1 Would You be Impressed - Streetlight Manifesto
█ ▬ O2 The Impression That I Get - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
█ ▬ O3 Bitter Sweet Symphony - The Verve
█ ▬ O4 Zombie - The Cranberries
█ LIKES
█ ▬ Swearing; it helps.
█ ▬ Cheese. Fancy cheese.
█ ▬ Gnawing on things. It's a bad habit.
█ ▬ Cuddles, goddammit. Yes.
█ ▬ Easy money.
█ ▬ Companionship
█ ▬ Children
█ DISLIKES
█ ▬ Loneliness
█ ▬ The cold
█ ▬ Shouting, yelling, any form of raised voices. Puts him on edge.
█ ▬ Ironically, he dislikes people who take advantage of others. Like he does.
█ ▬ Barking.
█ ▬ Dog food. Ugh. But beggars can't be choosers.
█ PERSONALITY TRAITS
█ ▬ Self-Absorbed, with only a few exceptions
█ ▬ Stereotypically dog-level loyal
█ ▬ Defensive
█ ▬ Largely mistrusting
█ ▬ Clingy once he does trust someone
█ ▬ Flighty when he doesn't trust someone
█ ▬ Finicky; he's always changing his mind about this or that
█ ▬ Passive. He doesn't like to resort to violence if he can talk his way out of a situation.
█ █ H I S T O R Y
█ BACKGROUND
Gavin Deloach came from what many might call a broken home. The third son of a destitute couple who had gotten pregnant with his older brothers as teens, and subsequently given up on all their dreams while blaming the boys for it. Their father coped by drinking. Their mother coped by going out and partying with her friends as often as she could slip away from her drunk loser of a husband. His brothers dealt with it by tormenting their little brother. The twins were rough and rambunctious, and always found new ways to make Gavins life hell. More often than not, trying to get their mother involved was fruitless, and bringing in their father usually just made things worse for all three of them. So it was best to solve his problems on his own. It was in this way that Gavin became a trickster from a very young age. After all, the twins were much bigger and stronger than their younger brother, the runt of their litter. All he had were his wits. So he did what he could. He set them to arguing with each other so that he could slink away. He hid. He tricked them into doing something to anger their father, so that they would have no choice but to flee. Plenty of times his tactics backfired, and many days he ate more dirt than food. But he started cultivating the art of manipulation at a young age. He was always looking at peoples moods, where their attentions were. It helped with more than just his brothers, too. It helped with stealing food when neither of his parents would buy any for them, letting his brothers distract shopkeeps and security guards so that the three of them could sit in a back alley somewhere, temporarily companionable, and eat cheap plastic-wrapped snack cakes and chips like starving animals. The twins, while typically his enemies, were still his family. Wolfgang and Ludvig (yeah ma dropped that naming scheme real quick) tormented the hell out of Gavin, but they'd ravage anyone else who tried to. And when they started to get hungry, they worked together. They helped where they could. So sure, Wolfie blackened his eye and nearly broke his nose when he caught Gavin trying to steal some of his cigarettes when he was twelve, but afterwards he'd let his little brother bum them sometimes. And sure, Luddy had dislocated his shoulder twisting his arm behind his back, but he'd chipped a tooth off of a kid at school who'd threatened to kill him. So, things had their balance. Little Gabby was still their blood. But he was clever, and it did annoy the twins.
But his teachers felt differently. Gabby was smart. He was so smart they told him. 'We hate to see you wasting your potential!' They said. 'You can do so much better if you'd just try!' They told him. Thing was, he did try. But he was only smart in certain ways, he felt. Reading was difficult. The words swam on the page, they didn't make any sense to him. By the time he got to the end of a sentence, he'd forget what the beginning of it said. His comprehension was s**t. Math, however. As easy as breathing. He could do equations in his sleep. He could see the whole world in fractals, calculate angles, do arithmetic. He didn't see how anyone else had such a hard time with it. As he got older, he didn't let it ostracize him. He helped other students out in exchange for little favors here and there, had older kids sneak him smokes and alcohol after school. He showed up to classes high out of his mind, or even drunk. He skipped classes to smoke behind the school. A lot of good it did talking to his parents about it did. Half of the time the administration couldn't get a hold of them. Most of them gave up. Except Missus Rembert. Bless her stupid, naive little heart. She was a stereotypical case, young, full of hope for trying to give these bedraggled, bottom-rung, inner city kids some inspiration. Some light at the end of the tunnel. To convince them that, if they worked hard, they could have a better future than this. The highschoolers walked all over her. Gavin adored her. She really made it hurt when she said 'Gavin, I'm disappointed in you.' So he didn't skip her classes most of the time, even if it was world history, which was boring as hell, and even if she always called on him to read out loud even though she knew he was s**t at it. But she always said it was because she believed that he could. no one had told him that before. 'I believe in you.' She told Gavin he could be someone great someday. He believed her.
So when one of his classmates, an even bigger delinquent than he was, punched her, Gavin lost his damn mind. It was one of the more serious documented school brawls on record, and no security officer could stop them. He and the metamorphose fought viciously, claw and tooth. There was blood, and screeching, and at the end of it Gavin had lost an eye, and Khris had lost a hand. The whole damn thing. Gavin swallowed a chunk of it, so it couldn't even be reattached. The legal proceedings were long and tedious, and in the end, in light of his criminal record, he was tried as an adult. He went to jail. He served three years. Needless to say, he didn't finish high school.
When he got out, the twins got him a job working with some shady people. But he was real good with numbers, they'd told their bosses. So Gavin worked his young adult life... counting. Counting cases. Of. Stuff. Contraband. Whatever needed to be moved from place to place quickly and quietly and intact. It was good money, and he was able to work with his brothers. And if, sometimes, the numbers fluctuated a little here and there, who could say? Gabby was the numbers guy, after all. No one suspected he'd ever alter the figures. So if the twins were selling a little extra on the side while the three of them split pure ******** profit, it was just a perk of the job. No biggie at all. Because Gabby was clever. Gabby was careful. Gabby only ever skimmed just the tiniest bit off of the top. It was ******** Wolfie that got them caught. Oh that did not go well. Not at all. Wolfie died. Ludvig suffered very serious injuries, but lived. Gavin was lucky to escape less a few fingers and with a screwdriver sticking out of one knee.
So Gavin laid low for several years, fell out of contact with Luddie. He wasn't quite right after his twin died. A few years later, Gavin would learn that Luddie was in prison for life after murdering some whore. Dumbass. But maybe it was for the best. He couldn't take care of himself anymore, and Gavin certainly couldn't. Over the years he held various odd jobs and fleeting romances, but none of them ever stuck. Gavin used his skills as a manipulator to bum off of friends here and there, or to dupe idiots into 'buying' historic landmarks. He got into a couple pyramid schemes, a few scams on old folks and the like. And eventually, he discovered a talent for a more... thrilling hobby.
Counting cards.
God, it was just too easy to resist. And Gabby was always so careful, so clever. He always lost just the right amount, won just enough to come away with a good haul. But Gabby got cocky, started hitting up the same places one too many times. A lot of the gambling rings in Saxon were owned by very... shady.... unforgiving people. People who didn't like being played. People who, eventually, noticed. Gabby thought he'd gotten away with it, decided not to go back, but came home to find his house raided, his savings gone. And suddenly no one would trade with him. And he couldn't walk around his normal stomping ground without someone trying to kick his a**. He'd been blacklisted, and worse, the ring owners were still looking for him. After all, they only got back a fraction of what they'd lost. Gavin owed them a lot, and he had already drank most of it away. He knew that if they caught him, he'd likely never see the light of day again. After all, in Saxon there were a few ways to turn a person into cash, some more creative than others. He abandoned his apartment, which he was on the verge of being evicted from anyway. He had no money, no family to turn to, nowhere to run. So he started doing as many in the city did - scavenging. Thing was, a LOT of people scavenge in Saxon, and most of the good spots are taken. The others were in Haven, and he got his a** kicked in their territory enough times to be convinced not to go back. Money became hard to come by, and Gavins focus shifted to food. Turns out, most people were more willing to throw bits of chicken and sandwiches to a scruffy dog than they were to a scruffy hobo, and on top of that, people were far less likely to try and mug a dog while he slept in a backalley. So he gave up life as a hobo and began it as a stray. It was better than starving to death.
█ ABILITIES
▬ PIT BULL SHAPE
The standard lycan ability, Gavin can transform into a sinewy pit bull dog at will. He looks pretty gnarly, since he's missing fur in patches over his scars, as well as one eye. But in this shape he's stronger, faster, and has a hell of a lot more bite force. He can also transform only partially, but he generally only uses this ability to shift his teeth and jaws so that he can bite the ******** out of someone while standing up straight.
▬ GOOD NOSE
Gavins sense of smell is impeccably good, although it has dulled slightly over the years as a byproduct of smoking. He can't tell races apart very easily, but he can identify familiar scents and people, and follow a trail with fair accuracy, as long as it isn't too old.
▬ IT'S ALL NUMBERS
Gavin is a mathematical genius. He can solve equations at the drop of a hat, count within a second and with incredible accuracy, and apply it in real time. He can even count bullets, if he knows what he's dealing with, as well as calculate chance percentages.
▬ PEOPLE PERSON
The thing that has gotten Gavin through life, more than anything else, is the fact that he's a manipulative smooth-talker. He can usually convince people to do what he wants, or give him something. Conversely, he's also excellent at sowing the seeds of mistrust among colleagues and friends, and causing discord in teams so that he can profit from it.
█ EXTRA
-- Gavin is very dyslexic. Even as an adult he struggles with reading.
-- In his human shape, Gavin usually needs a cane to walk for any length of time.
-- His favorite food is baked brie.
-- Honestly, he was a cute puppy, but with his missing eye, bum leg, and scars, he is a pretty ugly dog.
-- His voice claim is Markiplier
