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wake me up (wake me up inside)GaleMale | Elf | 96 yrs old | Summer 03 | 5'6"/160lb | BisexualOccupation: Fruitcake Farm Hand
On the job he's unexpectedly diligent, though his usual banter typically slips in, perhaps to keep morale high especially during long and tiring days. (He knows to leave the liquor home, by the way. Drink responsibly!)
Gifts◎ "Hah, you sure know how to make a guy happy."
Mementos, Steak
〇 "Aw, thanks man!"
Alcohol, Food, Accessories, All Bugs ("aw, cute!"), Books
△ "It's the thought that counts."
Bitter Food, Candy, Animals ("Cute! Not sure I'm the guy to look after it though...")
✖ "You know what this is, right?"
Burnt Food, Trash, Coal
PersonalityGale comes off as a rather jolly sort, always welcoming of some zest in his life and open to new friends. He's usually quite cheery, and is happy to try to rub that off onto those around him. He has a rather casual air to him, to the point of him coming off as flippant. Despite this apparent warmth, he's quite private, revealing little about himself, and becoming a close friend is very rare at best. His loud personality in public contrasts starkly to the quiet, almost somber air to him in private.
Though he may like laughing it up, he has a good sense of when it's appropriate to do so and when it isn't. He's quite loyal to his promises, however few they may be. A serious side to him exists, rarely seen as too often he is permissive or even enabling of other people's terrible decisions. (Trying to surf down a snowy mountain on a plank of wood? As long as you're having fun and not harming others, he sees no reason to intervene!) When the time comes, though, the laughter dies down. During serious moments he can come off as sharp-tongued, blunt, and even surprisingly intimidating.
HistoryGale grew up in a remote village, one rather small and tightly knit. A full assortment of people lived there: some human, some not, some young, some old. His parents were elves, holding a rather humble job of providing produce for their townspeople. The young boy, hearing of stories from his fellow townspeople, became interested in what was beyond the woods he had grown up in. His parents, though concerned if he could adjust to that life, knew they couldn't hold him back forever. At 20 years, riding the local merchant's wagon, his journey began into the great world.
Hitchiking with kind strangers, he ventured around the land, discovering for himself the vast number of towns and cities inhabited by countless people. With not a single coin to his name, from a town without money, he took on many jobs, both mundane and crazy, to fund his travels. The more places he went, the more interested he became in the endless variety of people out there. Although few caught his name, murmurs slowly spread of a young elf who traveled from place to place, trying to meet as many people as he could.
Decades passed, slipping away quicker than he could have realized. It had been a long and tiring adventure, but finally, he felt it was time to start heading home. At the first town he had traveled to many years ago, he was stopped by an elderly man, someone he soon realized was the merchant who once visited his town. The elder explained what had happened, but he felt the need to confirm it with his own eyes. Indeed, In the years that have passed by, h his hometown had become no more. A fire had consumed the settlement, reducing it to ashes, and in its place now stood a young forest. Though he asked around in search of his family's whereabouts, he already understood what he should be doing next.
His next adventure was one to find himself a new place to call home. He tried various towns, staying a few years in hopes of getting comfortable and settling down, but nowhere felt truly belonging. One day, sandwiched between his usual mail was a flyer.
Come join us in Toffee Town!
Extras- He enjoys drinking, perhaps excessively. His alcohol tolerance is actually almost impossible to surpass, but he likes to pretend he's drunk.
- His magical abilities, though there, are quite unrefined and sloppy, since he never took time to really study them. Whatever he does know is usually geared towards survival since his adventures have left him in places where he needs to be able to repair his supplies on his own.
- He knows some words in a variety of local languages, though he's certainly nothing close to fluent or even conversational level, usually just basic things like "Hello", "thank you", and/or "goodbye".
- He is relatively strong since he'd spent much time doing physical labor.
- "the sort of uncle who'd buy you a drink at the bar after telling you the story of how he fought off 8 people at once with the same smile he has when talking about how much he loves baby plants" -- a friend
- He specifically doesn't really have a last name, partially because his hometown was small enough that family names were scarcely used, and partially because it'd been too long since the last time he's heard it.
- How do you do, fellow kids?
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Comments: 8
Ah, Gale!! The one and only! //remembers you talking about him in the discord chat LOL... also, fun-loving, seemingly irresponsible uncle that gets serious when the laughter stops? Liked, favorited, and subscribed. Welcome to EE!! I hope to be able to rp with you some time in the future!!
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YAAAA!!! HMU if you ever wanna RP!!!!!
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I want to hear all this old man's wild stories and raise baby plants w/ him
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buy bappy cactuses with him 2 raise as children...............
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OSNAP IT'S HE!!!
HOW DO YOU DO FELLOW KIDS
I Love Him and everything about him?? His dialogue for hated gifts cracks me up, hhJFSDHFD
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