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Name: Gavin Hector Campbell-Kirkland
Nicknames: Gavie, Heckie, Ginger, Firecrotch
Age: 30
Date of Birth: May 1st
Gender: Male
Occupation: Police Lieutenant
Heritage: Clydesdale
Seed Rank: Light Seed
Birthplace: Glasgow, Scotland, U.K.
Appearance: Gavin stands approximately 5’10.5; not much taller than his younger brother, but enough to give him bragging rights, so he claims. He has quite a bit of physical strength, but because of his bad lungs, he tires easily. More often than not, he only keeps on keeping on, out of sheer willpower. His hair is as red as embers and though he rarely takes the time to comb or style it, it always seems to look decent enough for him to simply run his hands through it and walk out the door. His eyes are a bright blue. Both of his ears are pierced a number of times; only gold earrings inhabit them, though.
Distinguishing Features: Numerous scars and burn marks plague his back; however, not many notice due to how he had it covered up with a long, sprawling tattoo of a thistle that covers his entire back, specifically twisting and curving to cover the major scars and burns..
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Likes:
Dislikes:
Interests/Hobbies:
Aspirations:
Fears:
Personality: One of the most common words to describe Gavin, is brash. He practically embodies the word. He has no qualms speaking his mind, regardless of how his words may affect others (unless he truly cares about them) or the kind of trouble it might swing his way. If an honest opinion is wanted, he offers one up without any kind of sugar-coating or baby-talk. He’s blunt and rude, answering questions with almost always mocking or teasing responses, no matter who he’s speaking to. Though, depending on the person, the teasing will either be truly careless, spiteful or out of fondness.
Despite his bluntness and seemingly honest nature, Gavin is far from straightforward. Though he’s always dealing out brutally honest truths, when it comes to himself.. One could say he’s quite secretive. Gavin is surprisingly sweet and friendly. He enjoys being around others and meeting new people; especially ones of different backgrounds and cultures as he takes great interest in learning about them. He’ll put on a rather cheery, friendly front with most, but rarely becomes close to anyone that he hasn’t known for ages. That aside, the redhead is a very friendly sort of person. If people can excuse a few teasing or rude comments every so often, Gavin will easily befriend them. Gavin will easily befriend them. Everyone needs a good friend to talk to, drink with or simply sit about and do nothing with; and he’s one of the best type of person to do such with. He’s quite fun-loving and knows how to have a good time with whatever’s present. He has no problem with walking straight up to a stranger and striking up a conversation; making him quite a socialite.
For all his brashness and rudeness.. He’ll often go out of his way to help someone out, though just as often deny he did it out of the goodness of his own heart and come up with some half-arsed reason for his actions. Though he likes being helpful and even more so; getting praise and gratitude for it, Gavin is quite easily embarrassed when it comes to such things. Or even any kind of loving sort of act or words towards him.. While he’ll feel incredibly awkward about it, and even blush a few shades, he really, really appreciates and enjoys them.
Gavin is very closed-minded. However, its not so much that he’s so set in his ways.. As it is, that its his way or the highway, most times. He’s the one in charge, the boss, the alpha, the commander. If someone doesn’t like it; he usually offers up one of two options.. A kiss with a fist or thirty second head-start out the door. The reason for this is because of just how low his self-esteem is, its practically developed into a superiority/inferiority. He feels like he’s so much less than others around him that he often goes a bit overboard with trying to at least appear confident in himself. Unfortunately so.. This has led Gavin to rarely ever show his true colors to those around him, even if he cares about them, due to the deeply buried worry that they’ll reject him or treat him differently in the worse possible way.
And one of the biggest surprises of his personality.. Is that he is a romantic. A hopeless romantic. He’ll go to extreme lengths for the one he loves, do nearly anything for them and to keep them happy. Even if such person wishes ill upon him, if he loves them, he’d be more than happy to suffer for them; rather it be emotional or physical pain. Despite how he often whores around with anyone and everyone, once he’s in an actual relationship, he’s fully committed. Even if his partner is not. Though he jokes and makes light of love and sex, both are very serious matters to him, though the first is more-so. Concerning sex.. He sees it as two categories; sex with love and sex without. The latter, he doesn’t think much of, other than its fun and pleasurable obviously. The former, however.. As told to him by a very important person of his past; “It’s not your first who matters, but your last.” And though this was said concerning intimate matters, Gavin often applies it to everything sentimental, often without even realizing it.
Family:
Brief History: Gavin grew up in a relatively peaceful home.. Or at least, peaceful by his standards. The wild hills of the Highlands, his backyard; the North Sea, his swimming pool. Or so it would have been had he not been so prone to avoiding the water. If you’ve ever called anyone a mama’s boy, then you have yet to meet Gavin. He only knew his father for a few short years in his early life; otherwise being raised entirely by his mother on her own. She was the most beautiful person, inside and out, that could ever have existed, in his opinion. She spoiled her son and kept him safe from everything that could harm him until he was old enough to return the favor.
Even as she aged and retired, he took great care of her and was never embarrassed to go out to dinner or a movie with her as most children become at some point. They were family and all each other had, so why wouldn’t he? He eventually joined the police academy, wanting a stable and respectable job to help care for his aging mother. It took long years and endless nights, but Gavin eventually worked his way up the ranks to lieutenant. Not long after this, however.. His mother called him home from work early one day, bearing a letter in hand from some woman of important sorts. To Gavin’s minor annoyance, it appeared that the mother of one of his many estranged brothers was informing all of their extended half-family, of the fact that said family’s pride and joy, was experiencing his first breeding season. And thus, wanted all those bearing his father’s blood to travel to France and attempt to court and/or breed him, to increase the chances of a dragonling.
While Gavin didn’t have much interest in traveling that damn far just for a lay, his mother was quite excited over the idea. Aside from wanting grandchildren, the fact it could be that rare of a child was literally, a once in a lifetime opportunity. With some persuasion and a bit of light guilt-tripping, she managed to convince Gavin to go through the process of a transfer, promising that she would hire some help to take care of her in his absence. Reluctantly, Gavin moved to Banyuls-sur-Mer to settle into the French police force.
[/center]Name: Gavin Hector Campbell-Kirkland
Nicknames: Gavie, Heckie, Ginger, Firecrotch
Age: 30
Date of Birth: May 1st
Gender: Male
Occupation: Police Lieutenant
Heritage: Clydesdale
Seed Rank: Light Seed
Birthplace: Glasgow, Scotland, U.K.
Appearance: Gavin stands approximately 5’10.5; not much taller than his younger brother, but enough to give him bragging rights, so he claims. He has quite a bit of physical strength, but because of his bad lungs, he tires easily. More often than not, he only keeps on keeping on, out of sheer willpower. His hair is as red as embers and though he rarely takes the time to comb or style it, it always seems to look decent enough for him to simply run his hands through it and walk out the door. His eyes are a bright blue. Both of his ears are pierced a number of times; only gold earrings inhabit them, though.
Distinguishing Features: Numerous scars and burn marks plague his back; however, not many notice due to how he had it covered up with a long, sprawling tattoo of a thistle that covers his entire back, specifically twisting and curving to cover the major scars and burns..
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Likes:
- Aprons (On others); Aside from looking rather attractive on people, he enjoys getting to tug at the strings to pull whosever wearing it towards him. Occasionally untying them as well.
- Whisky; He’s always loved it; especially the old-fashioned stuff, it reminds him of his former home so it’s always been his favorite choice of liquor. It’s not bad with milk, either.
- Kilts; He prefers to wear these to pants. He usually saves them for more formal occasions. And he’s always believed he just looks more handsome in traditional clothes.
- Haggis; His favorite food in the world, though most would find it a bit gross.. He loves it and makes a habit of having it for lunch or dinner at least three times a week.
- Pain; Though the Scotsman isn’t likely to admit it to just anyone, for as odd as it may be, he quite fancies a bit of pain every now and again. It almost borders on masochism.
- Cats; Easily one of his favorite animals. He has one that is his actual pets and lives with him.. But he feeds many of the strays in his neighborhood as well.
Dislikes:
- Virgins; Or anyone a little too innocent that he might have the possibility of being interested in. It worries him beyond belief, if not quite simply freaks him out.
- Proper English; Its just too much of a hassle; his accent is so thick and has been with him since he could talk.. That “proper English” actually hurts hist throat if he speaks it for too long.
- Brats; While he may be fond of children, its only for, mostly, well behaved children. Those who are overly bratty or give him, or another adult too much of an attitude, will be promptly clipped over the head.
- Reminiscing; He prefers things to be left in the past, where they belong.
- Waiting; He’s not a very patient person and doesn’t have an attention span to brag about most times. If he’s kept waiting for something or on someone for too long, he will often get bored and wander off.
Interests/Hobbies:
- Culture; He loves foreign cultures. Learning about them, traveling to see them in person, collecting artifacts and souvenirs from all the places of these cultural travels. Though he usually doesn’t have all that much to say in a conversation, unless it’s of a serious matter.. When it comes to culture and different countries, it’s quite hard to shut him up. Nonetheless get him to stop asking questions like an excited kid in a candy store.
- Cigarettes & Cigars; One could say he has a bit of a smoking problem.. It’s extremely rare to find the redhead without smoke escaping his lips. He tries not to around children, but otherwise, good luck getting him to put it out.
- Cooking; While many people may not be terribly fond of many meals in Scottish cuisine.. Gavin loves cooking all the same. Not as an ‘art’ or anything like so many chefs and culinary schools refer to it as; but as just a means to feed people and bond with them over a meal. He’s always inviting people over for a home-cooked meal, even if said meal may be a bit questionable every now and then.
Aspirations:
- To return home to see his mother soon; He’s a mammy’s boy, what can he say? Though he traveled to France upon her request, knowing grandchildren would make her the happiest person in the world.. He’s still worried about her in general, and can’t wait to get this breeding thing over to make sure she’s still alright.
- To find a love above all others; One of the main goals in most other’s lives, and in Gavin’s as well. He, as sappy as he considers it to be, simply wants to find that one person in his life that could.. make him complete, so to say. A person that he absolutely just couldn’t live without. Someone that will be there by his side, through thick and thin; someone who makes him happy and makes the world just seem like a brighter place when they’re around. ...And preferably someone who feels the same way about him.
- To make chief; Preferably not while in France.. But Gavin would love to make police chief one day. Preferably soon enough that his mother could see both grandchildren and her son accomplish his life’s goal before passing away. He had been working hard towards it in Glasglow, but moving to France has set him behind.
Fears:
- Water; Simply put. He just doesn’t like it. At all. Especially if its cold. He can tolerate, occasionally even enjoy a nice, warm soak.. But getting caught in the rain or winding up falling into a significant body of water; one doesn’t want to really be around Gavin once he’s gotten wet, even worse if he was drenched. It puts him in a terrible, snappy sort of mood that is just quite unpleasant to be around and listen to; especially how he tends to sulk and pout afterwards.
- Birds; While most people would find such a fear silly for such a strong, brave man.. But despite all of this, Gavin has quite a little fear of birds. Especially large ones, as he had a bad encounter with a vulture when he was younger. However, any sort of birds tend to make him nervous because of this..It becomes even worse if they continue to try and get closer to him. Even if it’s just out of their birdy sort of curiosity.
- Rubbing Alcohol; Face it; the stuff stings. Though, like his fear of birds, people would never expect such a thing out of him, Gavin absolutely hates rubbing alcohol. Or anything that is used to clean and disinfect wounds, really. While he may lean a bit towards the masochistic side on the occasion, when it comes to the stinging, burning pain of rubbing alcohol or such, he is a flat out crybaby about it.
Personality: One of the most common words to describe Gavin, is brash. He practically embodies the word. He has no qualms speaking his mind, regardless of how his words may affect others (unless he truly cares about them) or the kind of trouble it might swing his way. If an honest opinion is wanted, he offers one up without any kind of sugar-coating or baby-talk. He’s blunt and rude, answering questions with almost always mocking or teasing responses, no matter who he’s speaking to. Though, depending on the person, the teasing will either be truly careless, spiteful or out of fondness.
Despite his bluntness and seemingly honest nature, Gavin is far from straightforward. Though he’s always dealing out brutally honest truths, when it comes to himself.. One could say he’s quite secretive. Gavin is surprisingly sweet and friendly. He enjoys being around others and meeting new people; especially ones of different backgrounds and cultures as he takes great interest in learning about them. He’ll put on a rather cheery, friendly front with most, but rarely becomes close to anyone that he hasn’t known for ages. That aside, the redhead is a very friendly sort of person. If people can excuse a few teasing or rude comments every so often, Gavin will easily befriend them. Gavin will easily befriend them. Everyone needs a good friend to talk to, drink with or simply sit about and do nothing with; and he’s one of the best type of person to do such with. He’s quite fun-loving and knows how to have a good time with whatever’s present. He has no problem with walking straight up to a stranger and striking up a conversation; making him quite a socialite.
For all his brashness and rudeness.. He’ll often go out of his way to help someone out, though just as often deny he did it out of the goodness of his own heart and come up with some half-arsed reason for his actions. Though he likes being helpful and even more so; getting praise and gratitude for it, Gavin is quite easily embarrassed when it comes to such things. Or even any kind of loving sort of act or words towards him.. While he’ll feel incredibly awkward about it, and even blush a few shades, he really, really appreciates and enjoys them.
Gavin is very closed-minded. However, its not so much that he’s so set in his ways.. As it is, that its his way or the highway, most times. He’s the one in charge, the boss, the alpha, the commander. If someone doesn’t like it; he usually offers up one of two options.. A kiss with a fist or thirty second head-start out the door. The reason for this is because of just how low his self-esteem is, its practically developed into a superiority/inferiority. He feels like he’s so much less than others around him that he often goes a bit overboard with trying to at least appear confident in himself. Unfortunately so.. This has led Gavin to rarely ever show his true colors to those around him, even if he cares about them, due to the deeply buried worry that they’ll reject him or treat him differently in the worse possible way.
And one of the biggest surprises of his personality.. Is that he is a romantic. A hopeless romantic. He’ll go to extreme lengths for the one he loves, do nearly anything for them and to keep them happy. Even if such person wishes ill upon him, if he loves them, he’d be more than happy to suffer for them; rather it be emotional or physical pain. Despite how he often whores around with anyone and everyone, once he’s in an actual relationship, he’s fully committed. Even if his partner is not. Though he jokes and makes light of love and sex, both are very serious matters to him, though the first is more-so. Concerning sex.. He sees it as two categories; sex with love and sex without. The latter, he doesn’t think much of, other than its fun and pleasurable obviously. The former, however.. As told to him by a very important person of his past; “It’s not your first who matters, but your last.” And though this was said concerning intimate matters, Gavin often applies it to everything sentimental, often without even realizing it.
Family:
- Mother - Clydesdale
- Arthur Kirkland – Dragon
- Jamie Keenan – Fox
- Vaughan Rees – Welsh Corgi
Brief History: Gavin grew up in a relatively peaceful home.. Or at least, peaceful by his standards. The wild hills of the Highlands, his backyard; the North Sea, his swimming pool. Or so it would have been had he not been so prone to avoiding the water. If you’ve ever called anyone a mama’s boy, then you have yet to meet Gavin. He only knew his father for a few short years in his early life; otherwise being raised entirely by his mother on her own. She was the most beautiful person, inside and out, that could ever have existed, in his opinion. She spoiled her son and kept him safe from everything that could harm him until he was old enough to return the favor.
Even as she aged and retired, he took great care of her and was never embarrassed to go out to dinner or a movie with her as most children become at some point. They were family and all each other had, so why wouldn’t he? He eventually joined the police academy, wanting a stable and respectable job to help care for his aging mother. It took long years and endless nights, but Gavin eventually worked his way up the ranks to lieutenant. Not long after this, however.. His mother called him home from work early one day, bearing a letter in hand from some woman of important sorts. To Gavin’s minor annoyance, it appeared that the mother of one of his many estranged brothers was informing all of their extended half-family, of the fact that said family’s pride and joy, was experiencing his first breeding season. And thus, wanted all those bearing his father’s blood to travel to France and attempt to court and/or breed him, to increase the chances of a dragonling.
While Gavin didn’t have much interest in traveling that damn far just for a lay, his mother was quite excited over the idea. Aside from wanting grandchildren, the fact it could be that rare of a child was literally, a once in a lifetime opportunity. With some persuasion and a bit of light guilt-tripping, she managed to convince Gavin to go through the process of a transfer, promising that she would hire some help to take care of her in his absence. Reluctantly, Gavin moved to Banyuls-sur-Mer to settle into the French police force.
OOC
Name/Alias;Carrot
Age;21
Favorite Pairings;Open
Do you want to be Cbox, Thread, or Both?:Both
Did you read the rules?Screw the rules, I’m a carrot.
Age;21
Favorite Pairings;Open
Do you want to be Cbox, Thread, or Both?:Both
Did you read the rules?Screw the rules, I’m a carrot.
While the Scotsman would usually be spending his nights wandering the campgrounds to find every last one of the cats he cared for.. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the little rascals were finally beginning to catch on to this routine. As the rather insignificant things often did, seeing so many already waiting for him brought a rather cheerful smile to his lips and a rough chuckle from his throat, “Jings, lookie haur at oll ye. Finally cashin oan tha Amur tha ane thas gaeng tae tak caur ov ye?”
Still smiling, Gavin just shook his head, waving a few of them away from his steps as he moved on up into his caravan with the bucket of leftover meats and fish from the group’s dinner earlier. After dishing up some into each cat’s dish, the redhead stood back to admire his handiwork. Mighty proud of himself for such an accomplishment, even if was just feeding some stray cats.
“Nou ye moogies dinnae make a mess ov thins; A dinnae wan tae haev tae clan up affer ye tae.” He grumbled, glancing over them once more to make sure everything was in working order, before finally heading off to return the bucket to the mess caravan. Though now.. He didn’t have much to do before turning in, did he? Bush, red brows creased together as he thought of what he could possibly do so late at night..Lips quirking into a grin at the obvious solution, though, he wasn’t looking to go that far into town.
Shaking his head to dismiss the thought, settling for just an evening walk and a cigar, Gavin returned to his caravan; grabbing up the thin, fine line that he kept tied to the stairs. Quite frankly, his sense of direction was utterly horrible. To combat this in the ever changing surroundings of the zirkus, however idiotic some thought it was, he always carried a spool of thread with him; the end firmly attached to his caravan. With this, he always managed to find his way back to his place. Spool in pocket, he set off, wandering through the woods that were just on the outskirts of their camp, lighting up a cigar as he went.
As usual, his moss-colored eyes were focused on the stars that dotted the sky high up above, not paying the slightest bit of attention to what was in front of him.. Until his boot caught on rebellious root and his line of sight quickly swirled from the sky above, past...what was that exactly?, to the earth below- “A-Aw, shit!”; hands reaching out to try and grab hold of something to break his fall. Though, he wasn’t expecting that something to be quite so...soft.
Still smiling, Gavin just shook his head, waving a few of them away from his steps as he moved on up into his caravan with the bucket of leftover meats and fish from the group’s dinner earlier. After dishing up some into each cat’s dish, the redhead stood back to admire his handiwork. Mighty proud of himself for such an accomplishment, even if was just feeding some stray cats.
“Nou ye moogies dinnae make a mess ov thins; A dinnae wan tae haev tae clan up affer ye tae.” He grumbled, glancing over them once more to make sure everything was in working order, before finally heading off to return the bucket to the mess caravan. Though now.. He didn’t have much to do before turning in, did he? Bush, red brows creased together as he thought of what he could possibly do so late at night..Lips quirking into a grin at the obvious solution, though, he wasn’t looking to go that far into town.
Shaking his head to dismiss the thought, settling for just an evening walk and a cigar, Gavin returned to his caravan; grabbing up the thin, fine line that he kept tied to the stairs. Quite frankly, his sense of direction was utterly horrible. To combat this in the ever changing surroundings of the zirkus, however idiotic some thought it was, he always carried a spool of thread with him; the end firmly attached to his caravan. With this, he always managed to find his way back to his place. Spool in pocket, he set off, wandering through the woods that were just on the outskirts of their camp, lighting up a cigar as he went.
As usual, his moss-colored eyes were focused on the stars that dotted the sky high up above, not paying the slightest bit of attention to what was in front of him.. Until his boot caught on rebellious root and his line of sight quickly swirled from the sky above, past...what was that exactly?, to the earth below- “A-Aw, shit!”; hands reaching out to try and grab hold of something to break his fall. Though, he wasn’t expecting that something to be quite so...soft.
