Gael

Name: Gael Rouille Aliases: Glory, Birdie, Tweety, Opal, THOT Nationality: Parisian, 6th arrondissement

Age: '25' 22 Occupation: Former cam star and escort; currently seeking. Accent: Thick French accent. Can alter it to be a little less extreme if needed, but it's usually as thicker than peanut butter.

Height: 5'2 Relationship: Gay; single Species: Sebsise.

Likes: Being where he should not be, minor mischief, dancing, yoga, skating, knitting, learning, a good book.

Dislikes Bright lights, loud sounds, cities, America in general, his phone and computer, social media.

Gael has the looks and smooth tongue of a refined and dignified person, he could easily pass for some upper class pinnacle of society. Until one finds out what he did for a living. Now out of the red lights and into day light hes struggling with money and his place in life. His skills are best suited to be a sex worker, but he wants something different. He figures that he could one day fall back into sex work if he doesn't keep himself in check. He can read people, but not himself, when he does it becomes too painful to face.

Despite appearing rather cheery and kind, Gael has an emptiness inside of him. Theres a severe lack of love and trust in his life, everything is only superficial and he desperately wants to change that. He longs for a partner to be cozy with instead of physical, someone he can trust and spill true feelings to. At the same time he fears being open, fears that people only want him for his looks and sex.

Born and raised in Paris, traveled the world to compete in the figure skating circuit. After a successful period, he shattered an ankle and both wrists, effectively ending his skating career. Given little other choice he had to find a way to make ends meet, and escape the dullness of everyday life. Gael left home to travel with his bestie, they hopped the globe and ended up working as escorts together. Something he kept up until a sugar daddy paying his rent cut him off. With no other ties to exploit, and no savings to speak of, Gael packed up and left town to move his life on in Caribou Coast.



Very intelligent and capable despite pretending otherwise. He's more likely to act like he can't do basic things to get out of them. If not asked to do chores, he will do them on his own as they need doing.

Magical resistance, essentially a dead zone for magic. This include manipulation and wards mostly. But he can still be attacked by magical projectiles and the like.

Smells and 'feels' off to those he doesn't trust. The smell is a bit like damp moss or the outdoors. Those that are able to see past magic will not smell this, or feel he is 'off'.

Stupidly flexible, Gael can bend almost any way he wants.

His secondary form is a tiny, dog sized buck. His pelt is white on the bottom, brown on the top, split in half almost perfectly with only a touch of blending between the two. He has a flat face, with one giant central eye, and two secondary eyes, all vertical. Instead of antlers Gael's secondary form has human arms and hands. It looks like antlers, but he can move them like any other limb.