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Gavin Devereaux
*responds in a pleasant voice with a slight Brooklyn accent* Cassiel Jareth Devereaux. You better not think of callin’ me that though.
You have to ask after hearing that name? Yeah. Most people call me Gavin. *smiles slightly*
*shrugs* A friend suggested it to me right before I came here. Nothin’ too excitin’. Of course I do. I'm 18 an' my birthday is December 13. You gonna get me a present or somethin’? *smirks slightly and brushes his hair back* *seems amused that someone would ask him this while looking directly at him, but decides to humor them* I'm 6" exactly. I'm not extremely muscular, but I ain't skinny either. I have kinda messy black hair *brushes it back out of his face, seemingly annoyed* especially on windy days like today, an' brown eyes. The last name is French, but for da most part I take after my mudda', whose family was from Greece. *pauses* Well, all except the pale skin, anyway. *smirks slightly* A pretty good-lookin’ guy, aren’t I? *is actually pretty handsome* *usually wears pretty normal clothes: black pants, suspenders, and usually either a blue, black, or white shirt* *doesn’t wear hats much, since they mess up his hair* *shrugs* Personality? No, I don’t think I ever got one. *smiles slightly and shrugs* I don’t know. I’m a nice enough guy, I guess. Sometimes people get a little annoyed with me, but sometimes I get annoyed with them too, so we’re even. *shrugs again* *usually is easy to get along with and likes to joke around* *sometimes gets depressed and tends to be more short-tempered and quiet at those times* *likes looking out for people and has a white knight complex* *gets along pretty well with kids since he came from a big family* *can be a real push-over sometimes* *isn’t nearly as arrogant as he sometimes sounds* I grew up not too far from here, in Brooklyn, actually. *nods a little* Moved to Chicago with the family and spent a few years there, but I got into some trouble (which wasn’t my fault by the way). So I thought I’d come back here. *shrugs*
*rolls his eyes* Of course I got friends. A great guy like me? *smirks slightly* Most of the people here are my friends. At least, I think so. I talk to Knots a lot… and um… well, all the girls love me, of course. *smiles* An’ my sister is here too… Sprite. *nods* Oh, and my adopted sister, Bicker, of course. Can’t forget her.
*frowns* No. *the shortness of the answer should be hint enough that the topic had better not be pursued* *dated Gervaise for a while until she broke up with him* *doesn’t like talking about it and doesn’t intend to date anyone for a long time* *well, unless she intends to change her mind that is…*
*shrugs, still kind of annoyed with the previous question* Sell papers. What the hell do you think I do?
*sighs and digs around in his pockets* Um.. *inspects the stuff he pulled out* Pocket knife, change, a rock… and… um… a hair ribbon. *glances up at you pointedly* That’s Sprite’s. *doesn’t want you getting any ideas*
*shrugs* Not really. You through askin’ questions? *raises an eyebrow*
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