Post by Gael Friedemann on Oct 23, 2012 12:09:59 GMT -5
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» Gender:[/b][/font] Male
» Sexuality:[/b][/font] Demisexual
» Race:[/b][/font] Human
» Affiliation:[/b][/font] Neutral
» Occupation:[/b][/font] Bartender[/div][/td][/tr]
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[style=margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: -4px;]» PERSONALITY
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[style=margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: -4px;]» APPEARANCE
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[/b][/font][/size] Six feet» Weight:[/b][/font][/size] One hundred and seventy-five
»[/b] Gael is of a medium build. He isn't overly muscular but he isn't slim either, he's more of a toned body. Square shoulders, defined biceps and abs, nothing that screams that he can lift a car over his head. His skin is lightly tanned from all the time he has spent outside in the sun, his eyes are a mocha brown, his hair is blond though it is not his natural hair color, but rather dyed its short but shaggy, the back just brushing against the nape of his neck. Unknown to Gael's knowledge he has a contractors tattoo on his back, that takes the appearance of a distorted sihoulette with black wings that rest on his shoulders. Gael doesn't know where it came from, all that he does know is that he's had it for as far back as he can remember. For clothing he is usually seen in his bartender outfit; a simple button up long sleeved white shirt with a black vest over top a pair of black slacks and a bowtie complete the outfit; he pulls ridiculous hours so is rarely out of it. He usually has a pair of blue lense shades that he wears during the day.[/div][/td][/tr]
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[style=margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: -4px;]» COMBAT
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»[/b] High endurance
»[/b] High pain tolerance
Weaknesses
»[/b] Rather Slow
»[/b] Easy to anger
»[/b] Not professionally trained in any martial arts
»[/b] Not very strategic
Abilities
»[/b] Gael has no abilities as he has not bonded or keep in contact with his contract at all, all that he DOES know however is that he has inhuman strength, being able to bend metal with his bare hands, pick up heavy objects that most consider an impossible action from just one man. He also has rather high endurance and pain tolerance but other then that, there are no special moves that he does or even knows.
» Contract Information:[/b][/font][/size] Gael is in a Cohabition contract with the Daemon, the contract appears on his back, all black with no visible features to identify what it is. The head is pointed into three points at the top appearing that one might be wearing a crown, its shoulders are pointed extending from there to wings, from the shoulder are arms that have talon like nails in the middle is what appears to be the blade of a sword. The conditions of Gael's contract was that he was given the strength to live which seemed to have worked a little too well. [/div][/td][/tr]
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[style=margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: -4px;]» HISTORY
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Over the next few weeks however, Gael showed massive amounts of improvement, eating more, sounding healthier, his mother's heart was put to rest that her baby was now going to live. But the real challenge was yet to come. Growing up Gael was always a little different, he liked to run around, seemed to have more energy then most children, physical related things were no problem for him he didn't seem to notice when he broke his arm from falling off a jungle gym but other then that he was a normal child. When Gael was ten, he went shopping with his mother after school begging for a small treat to snack on before dinner which she gave him to spend on in the convenience store while she headed over to the ATM across the street to withdraw some grocery money.
He didn't expect as he walked out of the store with a bag of one dollar candy that he would see his mother being pinned and manhandled by a man that was clearly hurting her. There was always something different about Gael. He had emotions and feelings just like all the other kids. But his reactions were not like other kids, and that was what had set him apart from society at an early age. Anger gripped him tight as the bag of candy dropped from his hand onto the floor, his hands reached out for something, anything, and it turned out to be a bench. As he pulled it up over his head, people stopped and gasped at what he had done, just before he tossed it forward to the people hurting his mother just as he looked over to him with wide eyes yelling, “Gael, STOP!”
Gael was young, his desire to help his mother while the anger to those that hurt her did the opposite of what he wanted. The bench connect with them, all of them, including his mother. Realizing what he had done snapped him out of his rage as horror filled him. Running over to where the 'accident' happened he moved the bench only to stare down at his mom he had an arm outstretched towards her but he dared not touch her. Waiting for the ambulance to arrive seemed like an eternity, getting to the hospital, crying as the nurses asked questions, the confusion on his fathers face as he wanted to comfort his son but needed to go and do the surgery to save his wife's life. It was the last time he would get compassion from his dad. Later he entered his mother's room, sniffling as his father watched him with cool distain with a small amount of disgust, while his mother's face lit up and she smiled warmly at him.
“Gael!” She called out to him, gesturing for him to sit beside her on the bed, despite all the bandages on her and the wheelchair beside the bed. He had paralyzed her. But his mother didn't seem to care, she still showered him with affection, with love. There was no bitterness to her, unlike his father, but even with that, it still didn't stop the small voice in the back of his head reminding him that he wasn't like other people. Everything seemed to spiral from there, everyone seemed to have heard about what he done, the impossible act of lifting a bolted bench over his head, some exaggerated to he lifted a car instead, he was scary, un-natural, a monster. Growing up between avoiding his father in his own house, helping his mother in tasks that use to be so easy and keeping his temper at school while focusing on his school work became a routine for the next eight years. Only a rare few times has he snapped but luckily no one was hurt, however a desk did find itself lodged firmly into a wall one time. As soon as he graduated he moved out of the house, getting an apartment building and a job as a bartender at a club. The next few years passed with nothing exciting happening but perhaps getting more hours and working more, making it hard for him to visit his family, and that little voice never really left if anything it seemed to be getting louder.
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[style=margin-left: 20px; margin-bottom: -4px;]» MISCELLANEOUS
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[/b] Gael was originally a brunet, he dyed his hair blond»
»[/b] Gael has a sibling born when he was five.
»[/b] Growing up Gael has broken multiple bones in his body. his record is 20.
» Alias:[/b][/font][/size] Ragnarok
» Other Characters:[/b][/font][/size] N/A
»[/b] Faceclaim:[/size]
DURARARA, Shizuo Heiwajima; gael friedemann
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