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[color=99414F]Name:[/color] Gabriel Schovajsa
[color=99414F]Age:[/color] 18
[color=99414F]Gender:[/color] Male
[color=99414F]Sexuality:[/color] Mind your own business. 
[color=99414F]Nationality:[/color] Fierdian

[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200419/2d467265cb5d91fdadee0aaa48c4effd.png[/img][hr]Pale gray eyes framed by dark lashes, a strong jawline, and a perpetual glare; Gabriel’s features are sharp and attractive. His face is dotted with beauty marks, and he usually has his black hair pulled back in Viking-esque braids with little metal rings spaced throughout. He stands at 5’6”, and he’s weirdly flexible with an athletic build (more likely to climb a shelf for a book than to find a ladder- he refuses to admit if he’s ever slipped or fallen while doing this or not). Black tattoos wind across his back, shoulder, and right arm, interrupted by occasional scars. He keeps a clean black duster coat hanging by the front door of the shop at all times. Hides a set of gripless stiletto knives in his clothes, as well as at least one set of brass knuckles. He carries a messenger bag that holds his coin pouch, several books or files, and a flask of whiskey.

[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200419/00ea7dd841c15aef4b53cda7da490265.png[/img][hr]Gabriel is kind of an asshole- not aggressive, necessarily, but intolerant and harsh. He’s known to be unwaveringly reliable and caring, but he doesn’t trust idle talk from strangers. He’s too quick to jump to extremes to solve a problem. Stubborn, but not unreasonable. Something of a flirt. He speaks very softly with a thick Fierdian accent, and often dips into other languages- it’s hard to tell if he’s talking to himself or if he’s just not so scattered that he doesn’t quite realize when he isn’t speaking Dyomish. He’s unnervingly quiet when he walks, null of any footsteps or the sound of moving fabric.

[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200419/af7d6f9786c12019a9ece076f1696a88.png[/img][hr]On the run from his family. Drowned when he was little and has developed a fear of deep water. 
Works at a bookstore as a cover. Notorious info broker, but systemically anonymous and unknown by anything other than “Mordred.” He takes measures to ensure that the [i]less-legal[/i] side of his life stays private and unidentified, and very few people would know his face, let alone his real name. That aside, he has eyes and ears everywhere, so building plans, shipment information, personal details, secrets, tips, and more- he’s your guy. 

[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200419/e765ae1bacf8ea0277212da91327aefa.png[/img][hr]Alcoholic. Has something against gingers. He keeps a window box in his apartment that he grows beebalm and begonias in. 
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