The World after the end of Earth.Gavril Heyward

I can steal a mech from Athena, wanna bet on it?

a character in “Battle For Life”, as played by RolePlayGateway

Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires

Description

[b]Gavril Heyward[/b]
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Age:18
Sex:Male
Role:An ambitious young man who is new to the crew of the Asgard and wants to prove himself by trying to steal a mech from the Athena. He can be a bit rude and inconsiderate but, he feels a strange connection to the "evil women".
Appearance: His original hair color is violet. But since he lost a bet, he needed to sport a blue-violet hair for his entire duration at Asgard.

Sexual Orientation:Straight
Likes:
  • Food
  • Betting
  • Gambling
  • Sleeping
  • Lounging around

Dislikes:
  • Losing
  • Being humiliated
  • Being Wrong
  • Higher ups

Hobbies: Gambling and betting, sleeping and eating, staring at nothing in particular

Personality: Gavril is ambitious and arrogant to the point that he comes off as rude. He is rather friendly with others but casually keeps them in acquaintance level. He finds it hard to be come close to other Letreans and even Trudorians. He is also easily egged on by his 'friends' often making him do outrageous things for them. His only goal is to be acknowledged as one of the greatest men in Truboard. Gavril is also lucky with everything except gambling and betting. He may get into undesirable situations but still he gets away around it.

Because of his mentor's teaching he doesn't hate the Letreans, instead he feels a weird connection with them. He usually brushes it off though, not seeing the point of becoming friends with others, men or women alike.

Do you operate a mech? He doesn't know how to manipulate a Mech, but he has this penchant for learning things quickly once he saw something how it was done.

Personal History: Gavril lived on the streets of Truboard. He got around living day by day through scrounging trash bins for food or stealing off other people. He didn't know who he was cloned from but he was adopted by a poor old man, who found him in the trash,when he was just a baby. He called him mentor. The old man taught him everything he needed to know.

Because of his luck, he and his mentor lived quite well wherein they was able to buy a house and establish a small business until they grew stable financially. It wasn't until his 'Seventh' birthday when everything went downhill. His mentor was wrongfully accused of stealing from a neighbor's house and because of that he was immediately put into jail. Everyday the young Gavril visited him, sharing news of their house being accosted by the said neighbor and bringing him food as much as he could. But his mentor was so old and he became so sick at the jail until one day he died. Their neighbor, an arrogant man who had friends in the high ranking people of Truboard made elaborate evidences of owning their wealth and was able to lawfully steal everything from Gavril.

Ever since then, Gavril lived poorly and alone. He met other street children who lived off by stealing others and because of that he learned to fight better.

Theme Song:
Linkin Park: New Divide
New Divide::
I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me
I remembered each flash as time began to blur
Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide

There was nothing in sight but memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes across this new divide

In every loss, in every lie, in every truth that you’d deny
And each regret and each goodbye was a mistake too great to hide
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve

So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide
Across this new divide, across this new divide

Anything Else? Peppermint Candies

So begins...

Gavril Heyward's Story