Post by Gaston on Oct 5, 2017 8:46:39 GMT -5
Monsieur Gaston LeGume
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Name:
Gaston LeGume
Nickname:
Gassy, French Fancy, Simply the Best...
Gender:
Male
Age:
31 (but if anyone asks he's been 25 for the last 6 years...)
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Fairytale:
Beauty and the Beast
Year:
Teacher - Physical Education
Face Claim:
Luke Evans
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Personality:
Gaston is handsome, strong, and admired by all in the tiny hamlet he hails from. He is an exceptional hunter, a highly skilled horseman, cunning and manipulative. Despite the ability to appear charming and decent, Gaston is far from it. He is, unfortunately, incredibly mysogynistic and lecherous, and has made it his mission to seduce every (suitable) woman he comes across. No one says no to Gaston! Gaston believes that the sole purpose of a woman is to obey and serve him, and he is very much in opposition to the teaching of women, women who read books, and especially women who are more intelligent than him. Which is most women. Which is something Gaston struggles with somewhat.
Gaston is very much a 'man's man'; he does not have any female friends, and although he would never admit it, he is incredibly threatened by any man who equals or excels his prowess and looks. Because of this, his usual crowd is made up of men who are slightly less than classically handsome, men who lack any kind of skill in sport or physical activity, and men who will be of absolutely no threat to him when a beautiful young lady walks past - fans and approximately five or so hangers-on. He is particularly fond of anyone willing to serve his every whim. Gaston enjoys a good drink, a good fight, and an excellent seduction, and he never misses a shot... make of that what you will.
Oh, and he is an excellent interior decorator.
Appearance: With a towering stature, huge, bulging muscles, thick neck, perfect dimples, long and perfectly shiny hair, and deep brown eyes, Gaston is, undeniably, a fine specimen of a man. Roughly the size of a barge, he is classically attractive and turns the head of men and women as he passes. He is aging like a fine wine, as he knew he would, and his deep, harmonic voice is really the icing on the cake.
He dresses traditionally for his village; having been back there for ten years he has settled comfortably into his role and the expected dress. Breeches and heavy boots, a ruffled shirt, open to reveal his excess of chest hair, an army jacket with perfectly shined buttons, and hair pulled sensibly back is his usual attire, and it really does look quite fantastic on him.
History: Gaston grew up in a small hamlet in rural France, and was aware from a young age that he was a step above the rest of the boys who spent their time trying to win his approval. He was a leader from day one, attracting fans and followers of both genders, and the older he got the more his infamy and head grew. Eventually, the hamlet became too small for him, and his longing to explore the wider world and become equally as adored everywhere he went led him to attend school in Tintagel. Where it did not take long for him to realise a few things:
1) girls outside his village had appalling taste in guys
2) there was a lot more competition for their attention outside of his village
3) Princes were idiots
4) women who read were even more trouble that he had realised.
But still, he'd stuck it out, making friends and foes and generally enjoying the chase. And then he had fallen in love, with the last person he would have expected to ever fall in love with. It was full of fireworks, they drove each other mad, and she actually managed to improve Gaston somewhat.
Things were getting pretty good for Gaston, and then he suddenly found himself back home, confused, alone, and with no idea how to get back to the love of his life. But at least he was back to being universally adored.
Time moved on, and as Gaston realised the portals were not reopening any time soon, Gaston settled back into his life. He joined the army and made an excellent career of beating down the peasants, rising quickly through the ranks and returning to glory and even more adoration. You can never have enough adoration. He continued to chase girls, seduce and manipulate, and enjoy songs about his perfection, until one day... the portal reappeared.
And he didn't hesitate.
Other:
Nothing I can think of!
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Sample Post:
The magnificent stag stood proud and tall, head raised and ears alert, turning his head with quick, sharp movements as he sniffed the air around him. His ears continued to twitch as he lowered his head to graze on the lush, green grass at his feet, unaware of the predator hiding in the shadows of the trees, unaware of the gun barrel aimed perfectly between his eyes. As he tore blades of grass from the earth and chewed them slowly, he began to relax, his fear of his environment fading, oblivious to what was about to happen.
And then it happened.
Gaston threw his arm over his face to shield his eyes as the portal appeared from nowhere, momentarily shocked and confused. It had been so long... where had it come from? Why now? After a moment, Gaston gathered himself and lowered his gun, cursing as he looked around.
"Those antlers would have looked fantastic on my wall! Damn portal, lost me my hunt." He muttered in irritation as he slung the shotgun over his shoulder and, pushing aside the undergrowth that had hidden him so well, began to move towards the portal. "Had the perfect spot, upwind, stupid beast had no idea I was there..." He continued to mutter as he reached the portal and studied it. It would definitely take him where he thought, he'd recognise it anywhere.
He only glanced over his shoulder for a second, one thought of what LeFou would do without him briefly flitting across his mind, as he stepped into the whirling vortex.
A moment later, and he was home.
