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Gael Reacher
Appearance
Race: Kelvic
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years old
Birthday: 63, Spring, 518 A.V.
Birthplace: Sunberth
Appearance:
In his first form, Gael is a median 6'3 and at a glance he looks slim and lanky at 160lbs. However, underneath his clothes he packs plenty of lean and powerful muscle from years of combat and hard living. He has a mop of dark brown hair dashed with strands of silver and rust, which accentuates his bright copper eyes, the first hint to his Kelvic status. His face is all sharp cheekbones and angled lines, making for a handsome sight though it's tarnished by his general dinginess. Gael has never cared much for keeping up appearances. If you do manage to get a hard-earned smile out of him, you'll be graced by one deep-set dimple on his right cheek.
His skin is smooth and golden, at least from his face down (minus a scar across his left brow). From the neck down he's covered in a myriad of scars, most of which small except for one that is long and raised spanning from his elbow to his shoulder on his right arm and a set of long claw marks across his back.
Apart from his unnaturally colored eyes, Gael also acquired enhanced night vision, hearing and smell from his wolf counterpart. His canines are also extended longer than in a normal human.
His second form, a wolf, is identical in length to its human counter at 6'3" from head to tail and 2'9" from shoulders to ground, though he weighs less at 140lbs. The base of his pelt is a dark brown, with a mixture of silver and rust accenting along his shoulder ruff and haunches. At his size, Gael is not meant for high rates of speed but he is also not meant for brute strength. Instead, he has worked hard to be an even mixture of the two. His bright copper eyes are his hallmark, identifying him between his first form and his second form. His coat, much like his hair, is messy and unkempt. The same scars on his first form plague him in his second form, though with his thick pelt it can be hard to see them.
Character Concept
Gael is not, and has never been, a pushover. Growing up in Sunberth he had to quickly learn how to navigate the a lawless world, giving him a thick skin (both literally and figuratively) and a strong will. He didn't grow up with many friends and because of this he can be described as a little blunt and rough around the edges. Underneath that hard exterior, however, is a man who is loyal to a fault. He is very protective of those he cares for, not just his bondmate, and considers them part of his 'pack'. If you have a friend in him, you have a friend for life, but if you find an enemy in him, you're in for a rude awakening.
Despite having a hot and cold personality, the Kelvic man does not have a hard and fast set of moral beliefs. He believes there are grey areas to almost everything, and therefore makes judgements largely on instinct. This has been both a good thing and a bad thing for him.
He does not have any current goals, his only previous goal was to get out of the life of gangs and ruthless murder. His next step would, of course, to get a bondmate.
Character History
Gael was born and raised in Sunberth to two Kelvic parents. His mother's animal counterpart was an owl while his father, luckily, was also a wolf. Neither were particularly warm and they taught him from an early age to fend for himself. Some might say he was raised in the school of hard knock. His mother worked as a seamstress, servicing many of the local gang boss wives and sometimes the bosses themselves. Despite the given that her eyes were startling large and round, a trademark of her second form, he remembers thinking that her eyes were so big because of all the knowledge that was behind them. There was also a sadness there, and when he was older and found that her bondmate had been killed just before he was born, he wondered if that was the unending emotion he saw hidden there. She always seemed to know what was going to go on when and why, so he and his father managed to stay out of the messiest of the turf wars.
His father was a contracted bodyguard of sorts for the Blood Pits, assigned each week to whichever particular wealthy boss or social elite paid the most for his services by his bondmate, who ran the business. He was well revered for his ruthlessness and his skill, his steel colored eyed enough to strike fear into the hearts of many a man. Gael himself had seen what his father could do, and from a young age he could remember walking into the kitchen and seeing his mother wiping off clots of dried blood from his father's body while his father ate.
As soon as his first shift, when his second form was revealed, he was expected to join his father in the business of hired protection. Thus, he was trained in the art of unarmed combat. It was instilled in him to make as few personal connections as possible and to hide his emotions. He was told to view others as dollar signs or as things, because at the end of the day if he made a friend who was told to put a hit on the client he was guarding, it would be his teeth tearing out their throat. He learned quickly from his training and his encounters at the Blood Pit to patch himself and his father, largely insisted by his mother. She told him that if something went haywire, he needed to know how to treat them effectively. It didn't matter how 'young' he was as Kelvics grow incredibly fast, his feet hit the ground running and he didn't have time to look back or mourn the childhood that he never had.
Once he turned a year old, a teenager by Kelvic standards, he started officially accompanying his father on business. They would remain in wolf form the entire night, typically with this father staying close to the client and Gael sitting guard at the door. One month into his 'apprenticeship', he had killed his first man. This went on until he was around 1 year and 8 months old, at which point he had killed a total of 5 men. There, he hit a turning point. The catalyst was when one of the local gangs had sent in a young human girl, no older than 14, under the guise of help to poison their client. She'd almost done it, too, until his keen nose has smelled something a little too sweet in the undertones of the clients brandy.
He watched his father end her right then and there.
He felt such an intense sense of guilt over it that ate away at him for an entire month until he decided to steal away in the night while his father was on a rare job without him. He'd told his mother that he was just going out to get some air and go for a run, but he knew in her eyes that she understood what was happening. All she did was smile and nod.
He stowed away out of the city, careful to hide his scent and his tracks, and headed to Syliras.
Language
Fluent Language: Common tongue
Skills
Lores
Lore of Body Language: Signs of Aggression
Lore of Sunberth Blood Pits
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Wood)
-Brush (Wood)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom
A small, hand carved owl figurine
Housing
Location:
Syliras
House: A small, single room 20x20 apartment located within Stormhold Castle. It is furnished with a table, chair, bunk, chest, small night stand, and a hearth.
Ledger
Thread List
The trouble with chance (Reed)(In Progress)
Race: Kelvic
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years old
Birthday: 63, Spring, 518 A.V.
Birthplace: Sunberth
Appearance:
In his first form, Gael is a median 6'3 and at a glance he looks slim and lanky at 160lbs. However, underneath his clothes he packs plenty of lean and powerful muscle from years of combat and hard living. He has a mop of dark brown hair dashed with strands of silver and rust, which accentuates his bright copper eyes, the first hint to his Kelvic status. His face is all sharp cheekbones and angled lines, making for a handsome sight though it's tarnished by his general dinginess. Gael has never cared much for keeping up appearances. If you do manage to get a hard-earned smile out of him, you'll be graced by one deep-set dimple on his right cheek.
His skin is smooth and golden, at least from his face down (minus a scar across his left brow). From the neck down he's covered in a myriad of scars, most of which small except for one that is long and raised spanning from his elbow to his shoulder on his right arm and a set of long claw marks across his back.
Apart from his unnaturally colored eyes, Gael also acquired enhanced night vision, hearing and smell from his wolf counterpart. His canines are also extended longer than in a normal human.
His second form, a wolf, is identical in length to its human counter at 6'3" from head to tail and 2'9" from shoulders to ground, though he weighs less at 140lbs. The base of his pelt is a dark brown, with a mixture of silver and rust accenting along his shoulder ruff and haunches. At his size, Gael is not meant for high rates of speed but he is also not meant for brute strength. Instead, he has worked hard to be an even mixture of the two. His bright copper eyes are his hallmark, identifying him between his first form and his second form. His coat, much like his hair, is messy and unkempt. The same scars on his first form plague him in his second form, though with his thick pelt it can be hard to see them.
Character Concept
Gael is not, and has never been, a pushover. Growing up in Sunberth he had to quickly learn how to navigate the a lawless world, giving him a thick skin (both literally and figuratively) and a strong will. He didn't grow up with many friends and because of this he can be described as a little blunt and rough around the edges. Underneath that hard exterior, however, is a man who is loyal to a fault. He is very protective of those he cares for, not just his bondmate, and considers them part of his 'pack'. If you have a friend in him, you have a friend for life, but if you find an enemy in him, you're in for a rude awakening.
Despite having a hot and cold personality, the Kelvic man does not have a hard and fast set of moral beliefs. He believes there are grey areas to almost everything, and therefore makes judgements largely on instinct. This has been both a good thing and a bad thing for him.
He does not have any current goals, his only previous goal was to get out of the life of gangs and ruthless murder. His next step would, of course, to get a bondmate.
Character History
Gael was born and raised in Sunberth to two Kelvic parents. His mother's animal counterpart was an owl while his father, luckily, was also a wolf. Neither were particularly warm and they taught him from an early age to fend for himself. Some might say he was raised in the school of hard knock. His mother worked as a seamstress, servicing many of the local gang boss wives and sometimes the bosses themselves. Despite the given that her eyes were startling large and round, a trademark of her second form, he remembers thinking that her eyes were so big because of all the knowledge that was behind them. There was also a sadness there, and when he was older and found that her bondmate had been killed just before he was born, he wondered if that was the unending emotion he saw hidden there. She always seemed to know what was going to go on when and why, so he and his father managed to stay out of the messiest of the turf wars.
His father was a contracted bodyguard of sorts for the Blood Pits, assigned each week to whichever particular wealthy boss or social elite paid the most for his services by his bondmate, who ran the business. He was well revered for his ruthlessness and his skill, his steel colored eyed enough to strike fear into the hearts of many a man. Gael himself had seen what his father could do, and from a young age he could remember walking into the kitchen and seeing his mother wiping off clots of dried blood from his father's body while his father ate.
As soon as his first shift, when his second form was revealed, he was expected to join his father in the business of hired protection. Thus, he was trained in the art of unarmed combat. It was instilled in him to make as few personal connections as possible and to hide his emotions. He was told to view others as dollar signs or as things, because at the end of the day if he made a friend who was told to put a hit on the client he was guarding, it would be his teeth tearing out their throat. He learned quickly from his training and his encounters at the Blood Pit to patch himself and his father, largely insisted by his mother. She told him that if something went haywire, he needed to know how to treat them effectively. It didn't matter how 'young' he was as Kelvics grow incredibly fast, his feet hit the ground running and he didn't have time to look back or mourn the childhood that he never had.
Once he turned a year old, a teenager by Kelvic standards, he started officially accompanying his father on business. They would remain in wolf form the entire night, typically with this father staying close to the client and Gael sitting guard at the door. One month into his 'apprenticeship', he had killed his first man. This went on until he was around 1 year and 8 months old, at which point he had killed a total of 5 men. There, he hit a turning point. The catalyst was when one of the local gangs had sent in a young human girl, no older than 14, under the guise of help to poison their client. She'd almost done it, too, until his keen nose has smelled something a little too sweet in the undertones of the clients brandy.
He watched his father end her right then and there.
He felt such an intense sense of guilt over it that ate away at him for an entire month until he decided to steal away in the night while his father was on a rare job without him. He'd told his mother that he was just going out to get some air and go for a run, but he knew in her eyes that she understood what was happening. All she did was smile and nod.
He stowed away out of the city, careful to hide his scent and his tracks, and headed to Syliras.
Language
Fluent Language: Common tongue
Skills
| Skill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
| Medicine | 10 SP | 10 | Novice |
| Tracking | 20 SP | 20 | Novice |
| Unarmed Combat | 10 RB, 20 SP | 30 | Competent |
Lores
Lore of Body Language: Signs of Aggression
Lore of Sunberth Blood Pits
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Wood)
-Brush (Wood)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom
A small, hand carved owl figurine
Housing
Location:
Syliras
House: A small, single room 20x20 apartment located within Stormhold Castle. It is furnished with a table, chair, bunk, chest, small night stand, and a hearth.
Ledger
| Purchase | Cost | Total |
| Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM |
Thread List
The trouble with chance (Reed)(In Progress)
