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Gale Pepperman

"Why don't we settle this with fists?"

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a character in “Ataxia”, as played by Fear The Cat

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“We deserve some fresh air, and there's only one way we can get it.”


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❊|Name|❊
Gale Pepperman

❊|Nickname(s)❊|
Pep, Pepper.

❊|Age|❊
Fourteen years old.

❊|Birth Date|❊
March 30th.

❊|Gender|❊
Her human form is female, though the titan she embodies is male.

❊|Sexual Orientation|❊
Bisexual.

❊|Titan/ess|❊
Crius

❊|Side|❊
Titan

❊|Power|❊
Enhancement and Demotion | By enhancing and demoting certain abilities through wind, such as power, breath, and speed, she can tweak their qualities in useful ways. However the enhances and demotions prove to be minor. Useful, but minor.
Gas manipulation | Gale can separate and combine all types of gasses in the air in order to achieve various purposes. Though doing this requires an insane amount of concentration, to the point where she won't acknowledge the world around her.
Vacuums | She can also create small air vacuums, though they take tons of concentration to create and control. However vacuums are very hard to create and maintaining one for even a minute is enough to make her faint.
'Flying' | If she focuses enough, she can manipulate the air so that she can fly. She can also make others fly, though she cannot have two people flying at the same time. To be simple, that would end in disaster, no doubt about it.
Sound manipulation | Since sound is made up of vibrations in the air, Gale can amplify and silence sounds, but only to a certain extent. She cannot create them either; she can only do so much in her human form.
Emotion guessing | Disturbances in the wind can hint Gale toward a person's current emotion or state of mind. Though inaccurate guesses certainly aren't rare.




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Hair Color ||
Gale's hair is best described as a pale brownish color that gleams in the starlight. It's usually described as a light color, but in winter it can be excused as a darker shade of brown.

Eye Color ||
A few shades darker than her hair, her eyes still stand in the brown color category. You'll notice that her eyes always seem to have a fierce look to them.

Height ||
She stands at 5'2 and weighs a healthy 115. (Keep in mind that she does not take kindly to height insults.)

Build ||
When it comes to build, Gale stands somewhere in between muscular and scrawny. She's not skinny enough to be considered slender, though she's not muscular enough to be considered brawny. Though if a side had to be chosen, she is more toward the muscular side.

Scars/Markings ||
Gale has little to no scars. The scars she does have are barely visible and prove to be irrelevant.

Weaponry ||
Her favorite weapons are her fists. Other than a pair of boxing gloves, she has a small switchblade that she's taken an odd liking to.



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❊| Personality |❊


Some people say Gale gets her traits from her father. Her temper, her aggressive demeanor, and her lack of empathy in all people. And what does that do? Why, that pisses her off. A lot of things piss her off, actually. Petty insults. Pranks. When you're talking to her, keep in mind you're wandering in the midst of a mine field. You better watch your step unless you want to trigger an explosion. Now, Gale has different levels of anger. Depending on who you are, there are more or less mines in the field. If you're a normal human, chances are you can't have a conversation with Gale without pissing her off in the slightest--- at the very least. Now, if you're one of her fellow Titan reincarnation, then things are completely different. Now, no matter who you are, your words have a high chance of insulting or irritating Gale. But if you're her friend, or someone she considers valuable, the explosion will be reduced to but a slight disturbance. In most cases, it'll earn you a snarky remark, and that's about it.

Gale is easy to ignite. That much is clear. But it's also quite easy for her to irritate others. Sometimes it's not even on purpose. She just has a blunt way of saying things that tends to get on people's nerves. You see, Gale doesn't know what a white lie is. Even if she tries to sugar coat something, it ends up coming out wrong. She's never had a way with words. Not unless they're venomous, which she hates to admit, but that bothers her. Gale doesn't get angry on purpose. She doesn't hurt feelings on purpose. She'd rather be a comforting person; someone you can go to for advice or solace. And yet, she's the complete opposite of what she wants to be. And so, she lives with it. Gale focuses on the better things in her.

Gale can be quite funny when she wants to be. Witty remarks and tables full of laughter are a few things she's good at triggering, besides fights. Nothing is better than a good laugh. Especially when you're the one who spreads the joy. Though the humorous side of her isn't seen that often by normal humans, so even though Gale can be the epitome of fun and laughter, most still see her as her father. Temperamental and dangerous, with no good emotions whatsoever. It's a pity. If she actually liked humans, she'd share a few bar jokes with them. She has a lot of cocky remarks waiting to be released and no one to talk to. It's a bit lonely, being Gale. Maybe that's why she's always so mad? Oh, she's not always mad.

It's not like Gale is all bad. She does have a soft side... Though she hardly shows it. The only things she's ever around are humans, so it's only natural that she's so bitter. Her soft side is toward nature and nature alone. She loves animals, critters, and creatures of nature of all sorts. Trees are her base, the grass tickles her feet in a playful way. In nature she finds something that she doesn't find anywhere else, and that's love. Warmth. And the warmth is what brings out her soft side. It's why she'll do anything in order to protect Gaea and the creatures that humanity, the arrogant fools they are, have wronged. Gale has only one wish, and that is for the earth to breathe fresh air again. And if she has to help destroy the human race, then so be it. They don't deserve to live anyway.



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❊| Likes |❊
Climbing || The more you climb, the higher you get. The higher you get, the more you can see. Nothing is better than a great view of Gaea.
Sleeping || Nothing beats a nice nap or two, that's for sure.
The Break Of Dawn || Gale has seen a lot of pretty sights, but the crack of dawn has always been the most mesmerizing to her.
Breathing || An odd thing to enjoy, she knows, but she can't help the fact that she gains great satisfaction when breathing in fresh air.
Flying || She only does this when she knows she's alone, and only for short periods of time, but wow, is it exhilarating!
Winning || An honest victory never fails to cheer Gale up.
Dancing || Dancing along to a catchy beat with the wind in your step has always been a wonderful thing.

❊| Strengths |❊
Emotion Guessing || Gale can guess people's emotions through the very subtle moves and motions they make. She can sense them through the wind.
Determination || When she sets her mind to something, she does not hesitate to pursue. Gale has a very determined mind set that allows no slacking when achieving her goals.
Loyalty || Gale is loyal to a fault. She's extremely trustworthy and will do whatever she can to stay true to her word. Turning her back on friends is an unspeakable act, and rest assured if you wrong her you have no chances of redemption.
Speedy || Speed is in the bag when it comes to Gale Pepperman. She can even increase her speed if she feels the need, thanks to the wind. But the changes are usually minor.
Endurance || Gale can run for miles or fight for days without so much as breaking a sweat.


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❊| Dislikes |❊
Fire || Small fires she doesn't mind. It's big fires that unnerve her.
Pessimists || No one ruins the mood like a pessimist. Don't they know how to look on the bright side?
Humans || Gale hates humans. They oppress. They are an arrogant race. Life is a luxury they do not deserve.
Cold weather || Cold weather means bundling up. Nothing is more uncomfortable than wearing seven layers of uncomfortable pieces of clothing every single day for three months straight.
Losing || Nothing is more embarrassing as losing a fight...
Loud Noises || Loud noises are very annoying. She avoids them whenever she can.
Being Called Her Father || Nothing irks her more than being accused of acting like him.

❊| Weaknesses |❊
Irritable || Despite her optimistic attitude, Gale has always been a flame easy to ignite. Angering her is no hard task. In fact, it's quite easy.
Aggressive || Gale can be quite an aggressive person. She lets her temper get the best of her, and doesn't hesitate to spit crude insults at those who anger her. If she never liked you in the first place, then there's a good chance she'll punch you in the face if she gets the chance.
Blunt || Sometimes Gale can say the wrong things at the wrong time without even realizing it. She has a rather blunt way of speaking which can come off as insensitive and rather rude.
Impulsive || Gale has never been one to think things through. More often than not she'll go racing into a situation without a second thought, doing nothing but setting herself up for disaster.
Restless || Gale is getting tired of waiting for action. She wants to do something. Anything. She's bored.
Over confident || Sometimes Gale convinces herself that she's invincible, when she is far from it.

❊| Fears |❊
Fire || Large fires, mostly.
Being underground || Something about being underground is very unnerving for her. She can suppress the fear and go underground anyway, but she'll never feel safe.
The Dentist || Shhh. It's a secret.




Image❊| History |❊
Yelling. Yelling was the first sound Gale ever heard. Fighting. Spiteful cries and fights happening a few steps away from her cradle were the closest thing Gale had to comfort when she was a baby. Things aren't always that pretty when you're born into a divorced family. Gale has a mother and a father. They lived in a forest-y area in the state of Maryland. The father is a temperamental alcoholic who didn't know a thing about raising a child. The mother wasn't much better; a future drug addict whose best talent was telling lies. From the many fights she heard from when she was little, Gale concluded that she was the reason the fighting sparked. Something about a different father. The first few years or her life, that was all she heard about. If not from her dad to her mother, then from her dad to Gale. She spent the beginning of her life as a verbal punching bag, and after a while she got tired of it. She got angry.

That's when she told her mother. That's when she wouldn't talk to her father. Wouldn't speak to him. Wouldn't look at him. The mother tried pushing Gale in her father's direction, but it never worked. Her mother accepted it. Her father did not. He wouldn't stop, but Gale would ignore him. She'd open the window and let the sound of the wind calm her down. A few years past and the fighting got worse. Gale couldn't sleep, the screaming was so loud. What was it that time? Oh yes. Money. Something about money and a bar. This time mom was the one doing the screaming. More years passed, and it got worse, and worse, and worse. Gale distanced herself from her family. She pushed thoughts of them out of her head. She was busy. She was busy thinking about something else. She was having odd dreams. She dreamed of chaos, love, and warmth. She wondered what warmth actually felt like. Mom and dad were always too busy fighting to pay attention to their little mistake. Well, her mother's mistake. Their budding Gale.

That's when the whispers started. Whispers, she called them. Whispers of the wind. At the age of eleven she started sneaking out. She played with wildlife and listened to the whispers of the wind. The whispers became words, sentences, paragraphs, explanations. The dreams made sense. Everything started to become more clear. Soon, she controlled the wind. Gale felt the warmth that she so longed to feel. Not in her parents, not in humanity, but in the earth. In Gaea. Crius told Gale that humans lacked this warmth. That they weer horrible creatures. She wasn't sure. A days after, a very big fight broke out between Gale's parents. The door slammed. She never saw her father again. But she moved on. She was happier without him. She was able to sneak out much more now. So she thought about what Crius said, and she decided to investigate humans herself.

What she expected was warmth. She did not get warmth. What she first noticed was how bad the air was, compared to when she was high up, when she was alone with her wildlife friends. It was sick air. Something was wrong with it. It was polluted air. That was the first thing that angered Gale. But she still had faith. She met a few humans. Turns out her parents were well known in town. Without hesitation they shunned Gale. She was not a good kid. She couldn't have been, with those parents. Surely they didn't have a tainted point of view because of mere background? This made her angrier. But she still had faith in humanity. She was just talking to the wrong people. She talked to more people. They smoked, they laughed at the unfortunate, and broke hearts without care. Gale really started to wonder where that warmth was. She wasn't feeling it. But she set aside her feelings of doubt at the time. Why? Because she noticed a change in her mother. Not a good one, though. Gale was worried. Her mother started to smell of unsavory substances. Her mother's reliability faded and her carelessness grew. Her mother went downhill after Gale's father left.

Speaking of when he left, Gale's mother moved them both to New Orleans a few years after. She claimed it was to get a fresh start. A fresh start. Gale liked the sound of that. She started going to a new school. At her old school, she never talked. Maybe if she talked now she could get friends. Friends are warm, yes? But Gale didn't get friends. She got bullied. Her faith in humanity was waning. Perhaps Crius was right. Maybe humanity does not care. But Gale wasn't ready to give up just yet. It wasn't until she heard about hunting for sport that she lost her faith. Hunting for sport. That was... that was it, for Gale. At this point Gale was convinced that there was and never will be warmth or love in humanity. That they were fated to destroy all. To destroy their loving creator, and all the animals that sustain their life. Yes, that was it. It was on that day she vowed to destroy the human race. She would take the side of the Titans. Besides... The humans were bound to destroy themselves anyway.




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Forgive me and ignore this entirely... :'-

At least I didn't post in Earth... *cries* I tried I really did I swear but I just thought "hmm north America or new orleans hmmm" and made the wrong decision... fgfgdxawcrvdbuyvrje

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Watch out for tigers and run like hell. Gale could do that. But she could do more than that, too. But nevermind that. If Chester wanted to destroy the circus on his own, that was okay. Did she want to destroy it too? Well, yeah, but she would respect his decisions. He probably had a good reason, right? Yup, probably.

Well if he was going to destroy the circus she'd might as well have a front seat. Nodding, she started making particular motions with her hands. As if on cue, the wind began to whip around her like a mini, invisible tornado. Concentration sunk into her features as she slowly propelled herself into the air, a familiar rush of ecstatic energy flew through her veins. Her hands never stopped moving, tracing invisible circles as she rose higher and higher into the night sky. She didn't fly that far from the ground, the reason being she didn't want to be seen. Instead of soaring high into the sky she didn't go higher than the closest tent's peak. Gale hovered in the darkness, most of her form obscured by the animal tent. The girl watched as a fire erupted, and almost smiled. While one hand kept her afloat, another summoned a strong wind. Her expression evolved into a light-hearted smile as the flames transformed into an inferno.

A warmth spread throughout her body similar to the feeling of sipping a cup of hot chocolate. For a brief moment Gale wondered if she was starting to feel the warmth, happiness, that she'd always longed to have, but after further exploration she decided it was probably just from the heat of the blaze.

Today was the day the titans began the end of humanity... And to think they weren't doing it together. Gale's face twisted into a scowl when thought of the other two, but her expression softened when she remembered that at least a few of the titan vessels had some sense in them. "Castiel, right?"

Her smile had returned when she waved to the boy. "Themis," The titan inside her corrected. Gale couldn't help but roll her eyes. Themis was... mind control, if she recalled correctly. Her smile grew, as mind control would be very useful to have on her side. Though lurking behind the smile was the slightest bit of anticipation as she recalled his hesitation toward the titan side. What if he turned? The thought struck Gale like one would strike their prey. Quickly and silently and more than anything, out of the blue. Having been taken aback by her own thought train, she accidentally dropped a few inches, but smoothly recovered, reassuming her position in the air.

"That's a nice name. Castiel, I mean." She pinched her lips at the comment. It was all she could think to say. Gale was never the conversation starter...

Her eyes locked on the destruction in front of her instead of the person she was attempting to talk to. Was it rude? Maybe, but she'd rather just gaze at the swirls of red and orange. Gale, worst conversation starter and rudest conversationalist. Yikes. She could imagine Crius nodding his head in agreement. A short laugh escaped her lips, loud enough for anyone close to hear.

Gale stared into the blaze for a while, thoughts running wild. Her mind jumped to many different topics, all irrelevant and small. Mostly memories of the past, each one consisting of completely different scenarios which all managed to stick in her head for whatever reason.

It was when Chester came back winded as could be that Gale stopped spinning in the past. Her hands stopped moving immediately, the wind stopped supporting her and she fell to the ground with increasing speed. She pulled off the landing with a kneel, then a small sprint in Chester's direction. The moment she sensed his presence in the wind, the way his breath lingered and his stance staggered, she knew he was on teetering on the edge of consciousness. It was when he tripped after but a few steps that she deduced that he could not run on his own. Not well, at least. Just then, an idea popped into her head. She bent down to help him up, then threw him over her shoulder. "You said you had a place for us to stay." She commented, a sense of urgency sweeping over her. "Where is it?"

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"I can't fight." Castiel said, a simple answer to the question the girl posed. Better to be safe than sorry, and after all this was something of the truth. Castiel had a weak body susceptible to countless illnesses. He had never done anything too physical before with his recurring problem of asthma, so Castiel highly doubted his ability to fight off enemies. Making them kill themselves was another matter altogether, albeit something he didn't prefer to think about. Really killing people without any sense of remorse was something he might never learn. “Don’t worry, I can fight. And personally, I doubt those human loving idiots have ever thought of using their powers as weapons so they are probably worthless anyways.” Castiel raised an eyebrow at that, though he made no comment. He highly doubted that they would hesitate to use their powers as weapons however. Perhaps not against humans, but Castiel wasn't going to run into battle headfirst without being mentally prepared to be struck in the face by whatever power the latter possessed.

Chester then mentioned having a place for them to stay, along with the fact that he had some 'business' to attend to. Once again, that statement was accepted with nothing but a quiet nod. Either he or Gale is the so called 'leader' of their little trio now, and Castiel's job is only to listen and learn. It was the best way to observe and be underestimated at the same time, a strategy that he usually applied when meeting new people and having to work with them. Only when Chester pulled out the taser did Castiel have second thoughts. His arm was already littered with wounds, perhaps this wasn't the best choice of action for his health. Castiel felt slightly concerned seeing that, but he didn't have a chance to voice it before Chester already plunged it into his arm, his body immediately having a luminescent blue glow around him. Backing away a feel paces, Castiel could hear Themis excitedly squealing in his mind. He had never seen another person use their powers before, so this was completely new for him.

“As soon as I get back get ready to run. Oh, and watch out for tigers. Things are about to get electric." Get ready to run. Castiel wondered how much stamina he'd need, he could barely run a mile without losing his breath quickly. His body was really painfully weak, but perhaps if he let Themis take over it could give him an extra boost... Ironically, the running part was the one he was more concerned about. Tigers don't pose much of a threat to him, Castiel could force them with his mental powers to lie at his feet like domesticated cats. Chester was gone in an instant, once he finished speaking his sentence, leaving Castiel in silence, waiting with the other foriegn girl, Gale.

Who was now using her powers as well, much to Castiel's great interest. Much befitting her name, Gale's powers was one of the wind, and he watched with admiration as she lifted herself up in a whirlwind, fanning the flames with herself hovering a few feet away from the ground. How nice, being able to fly anywhere. Not that I'm not being appreciative of your powers, Themis. He added with a sigh, almost feeling the goddess pout. Themis could be oddly childish at times, yet having the ancient wisdom of a being that had been alive for far more years than humanity existed.

"Castiel, right?" He was temporarily pulled out of his musings by Gale and he waved back with a slight smile. However, before he could ascertain her statement to his name, the girl seemed to drop a few inches, much to Castiel's amusement. She's wondering if you're going to betray them, Castiel. Just so you know. Thank you for the warning. Themis had the ability to probe the minds of others, though Castiel didn't use that strength because it was too intrusive. That and people could have some twisted thoughts at times. Still, he had no real control over how Themis liked to use it. Despite that, the two were a team, without any one of them insistent to take over the other. Themis gave him warnings of thoughts that could be against him, and those are quite useful, especially with the business dealings of his Father. However... Castiel glanced up quickly at the girl in the sky. If she decided that her suspicions were justified, he honestly wouldn't stand much of a chance.

"That's a nice name. Castiel, I mean."
"Thank you for that compliment. My Mother gave it to me." Castiel replied with a nearly distant air of courtesy. He didn't quite notice his attitude, it was a reflex when he was talking to others, since he had never met anyone closer than acquaintances before. But the girl didn't seem to interested in replying, staring into the flames. Not that it bothered him the least, small conversation was hard to make at times. It had already been a few minutes since Chester left, apparently to destroy the circus, perhaps it was a good time to conduct a light probe just to see if Chester needed any help. Gale was still some distance up, so Castiel was sure that she wouldn't see his eye in the cover of darkness. Hopefully. His strange eye had been known to scare people, forcing him to hide it away. Castiel removed the patch covering his eye, and immediately regretted the decision. Screaming, so much screaming. The panicked thoughts and screams of the people caused the boy to double over in shock, the patch falling out of his shaking hands. More thoughts were added to the fray, animals by the looks of it. Not a good situation.

Castiel! Pull yourself together! Themis's voice broke through the sea of thoughts thankfully, and as the hubbub was silenced Castiel picked up his patch and redid the knot tightly. He was able to garner nearly nothing from that, except for the fact that Chester was at the 'watch out for Tigers' part of his plan. He should be returning soon. “We’ve gotta get out of here, fast.” As if on cue, Chester's voice came and Castiel looked in his direction only to reel back in shock. Blood. He was covered in it, yet there were no visible wounds on him. That meant... He killed... How many people? Castiel felt sick. Still, he instinctively reached out to help Chester up, his lip curling in disgust at the Crimson color now staining his cloak. Thankfully, Gale put him over his shoulder, saving Castiel from needing to prepare himself mentally to touch the blood again. This should be the time to run, if he wasn't mistaken. Themis.I'm ready. the goddess replied, and Castiel allowed his conscience to step back, allowing Themis to take control for now.

"Ah, Sister Crius. I'm sorry for not greeting you in person just now, but haven't you found a wonderful young vessel?" Castiel, or rather, Themis smiled brightly at the girl. "Well, I think I'm ready. Coeus's vessel doesn't seem to be in good shape, so you're right... Gale. Let's proceed immediately."

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Chester felt his chest heaving in effort as his body slicked his body with sweat. In the distance he could hear the chaos he had caused swell in volume before dissipating over and over like tide meeting the beach. He wanted to see Adelaide’s reaction, he wanted watch her come across the carnage he had dealt to the people she cared about, see the pain twist its way into her face when she saw the dead and wounded, and he wanted to see her snap when she saw that male dancer torn apart. But, that wouldn’t be possible with his current state.

He fist clenched in frustration and he didn’t move until Castiel grabbed him by the hand and hauled the white haired boy up to his feet. As soon as he was up Chester felt his legs giving out almost immediately, he felt like a newborn deer figuring out what legs were used for, but before he could fall Gale was next to him, supporting his weight. He gave a grateful smile to the girl and adjusted himself slightly, without having to worry about standing all the other pain he was feeling came to the forefront of his mind. Electromagnetism did bad things to his body, that he was aware, but it was a vital ability to keep him stronger then titans that would not stay loyal to the cause.

He was caught off guard when Gale didn’t stop with just supporting him and literally hoisted him off the ground. He didn’t fight it too much though, the pounding headache made the thought of taking a step daunting, and his limbs tingled in ways that made the idea of running just as intimidating. The boy didn’t usually like to submit to letting others help him, but seeing as Gale was a titan it kept a lot of the edge and wariness off his shoulders.

He looked over when Castiel started speaking, his voice didn’t waver the way it had been. He sounded confident and sure of himself and he scanned the boy. It seemed like the titaness inside the boy had taken the reins, something he didn’t know was a possibility. Coeus had never even spoken to Chester, much less overshadowed his consciousness to act out on his own. He smiled at the boy and gave a slight nod, acknowledging that he had noticed the change. Themis was right though, and he wasn’t doing well. His consciousness was barely there, and the sound of sirens were growing louder with every passing moment, they didn’t have time to wait around any longer. Not to mention the predators prowling the circus grounds now.

“I’m staying in an abandoned house downtown, its only like four blocks away from here.” Chester took a deep breath, his voice was coming out whispered and breathy, and as he tried to focus his voice he could feel the darkness edging his consciousness. “The street is called… Westchisher. The house is dark blue, and its got this… cast iron fence. Hard to miss.”


Unable to keep his eyes open, the boy felt his awareness leave him.