MYO-7543: Gavra

Owned by Xeluna

Gavra

He/Him

 

[ Messy Brainstorming ]

Trigger warning: Mentions of Past Abuse

 

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I know your past is that you had a physically abusive demon caretaker, whom you grew up shielding your litermate(s) from.

Your littermates were unaware of how much you did to divert your demon's wrath. You also took on all the unpleasant resposibilities your demon demanded of you so that the demon would not begin including your littermates. (i.e. showing up deliver late goods or payments to dealers who had a tendency to beat the messenger, and agreeing to sign up for the occasional rigged prize fight against buns like Slade, where it was your job to lose.) And for the most part? Your littermates managed to get out of there without envy horns. After all of you left, however, you reached a sort of breaking point and have needed time to process what your survived through.

I'll say that you're one of Mouna's regular patients.

Not like the past is erased, but Gavra, you are living a better life now. Unlike Aquilla, you never had to kill anyone. And you don't maintain any ties to the criminal underworld whatsoever. (None of those connections were within the burrowgatory anyway.) Basically, Gavra sweetie, you are a former cosmic punching bag who I want to grant happiness in life.

 

Okay, Gavra. You are in school at Haas Buniversity, training to be a paramedic. I haven't decided who is helping to to sponsor you yet (providing you a place to stay and assisting with a few basic expenses). But you also have a part-time job to try to offset some living fees on your own. So now you need a part time job and sponsor.

Personality-wise, you're actually somewhat friendly but also pessimistic and risk-averse; the kind of guy that doesn't like over complicating things too much and likes when there are instructions to follow. You may not mean to be so negative, but because you worry about other people getting hurt, you tend to heckle or discourage them a bit too much sometimes. And look. It's not that you /don't/ want people to succeed. You'd just wish they'd to do it the safer way and lament that the people you care about don't always have dreams that would grant them a more secure life.

Even if you aren't great at being verbally encouraging and make sure people know you don't like something, you still try to support their dreams. Because you get that it's not about whether you like it ir not. Ultimately, you just want the people you care about to be happy.

You are working on your whole self-sacrificial thing. It's hard for you to come to terms with the idea that you don't have to be the shield any more, and that people will be okay if you take time to protect yourself sometimes and live your own life.

You don't like getting into physical fights. But you've had your fair share and still try to stay fit for personal comfort/ a sense of more control and safety.

Your part-time job is at a gym. It's nothing crazy. Just a front desk attendant. But the employee perks are pretty sweet.

You are also surprisingly a bit of a flustered mess whenever you get a crush. As in, it's not a big deal if others flirt with you, as long as you don't find them attractive back. I'll let you be another demi-baby. 

And even if/when you are actively flustering, you might make some macho effort to talk to them and get their attention. Gotta work up to asking them out maybe.;;;;;;

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You are hella allergic to flowers. Also hella allergic to facing in your crush's direction when trying to ask them something.

Your idea of a nice date is to meet up at a rec center and play wall tennis, kick a ball around, swim, or something. You're not good with material gifts, either picking them out or receiving them, since you get self-conscious. Food might be okay. You're not a big eater, but you do like to eat.

I think you like having your baseball bat in hand sometimes as a security blanket more than you really play or watch baseball. And I'm going to say you have learned you enjoy going other places like spas, salons, casinos, and resorts. You just can't really afford to go that much, and you don't like going by yourself anyway.

You've made an effort to make your doll self look more approachable since you've come to the burrowgatory, because you hated the way some people reacted when they saw your huge grizzly beard, matted hair, and scars. You've cleaned up well, you think. Haven't been able to heal all visible scars, but you're proud you got the smiling part down.

And maybe you still run into people who misread you as a bad guy once in a while for silly things like the fact that you happen to like wearing black, the way you like to sit with your feet up on the table in public, or that you complain when your drink isn't made right.

You get mad sometimes, okay?

But that doesn't mean you're a thug or a thief.

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