Post by Gaston Jr on Oct 6, 2017 16:56:37 GMT -5
Name: Gaston Jr Summer
Age: 17
Parents: Guinevere Summer and Gaston
Personality: Gaston is happy-go-lucky, enthusiastic, cheerful and kind of awkward. He's sort of everything his father isn't, but he's quite self-deprecating about that fact. He'd rather be doing the kessel run than any run that involves actually going outdoors, and you can forget shooting and fighting - unless it involves a video game controller or a lightsabre that is. Gaston's sweet and friendly and caring and terrible at talking to girls, he's the perfect boy next door type.
Appearance: Gaston is far more attractive than he thinks he is. He doesn't realise that he's grown into a handsome young man who looks good in pretty much anything he decides to wear - which usually ends up being fairly flattering clothes. While he doesn't have the same panache as his elder brother, he is still Guinevere's son, and he just kind of knows what suits him when it comes to style and colour. He's normally found in something simple, and his collection of star wars t-shirts is almost mind boggling, but he knows how to dress up when the occasion requires it - cosplay totally counts, right?
History: Gaston grew up with his mother, mostly in the Summer Country, which is a matriarchal society - a place that made it quite hard to live up to his father's expectations of manliness. He tried to please his father constantly, but was never quite up to the challenge, especially after he was shown the King of Camelot's secret collection of DVDs brought back from Tintagel - especially Star Wars - and he and the young princess Meredith would spend hours watching and playing together in the magical worlds they had discovered. It made it harder to summon up enthusiasm for Gaston Sr's ideal past-times of hunting and flirting when he knew he could be pretending to fly a spaceship through an asteroid field, or dueling for the fate of the galaxy (for some reason he was better with a stick pretending to be a lightsabre than he was with a sword). He still had a mostly happy childhood, though he endured plenty of bullying from larger, more traditionally masculine boys - when his mother wasn't around to hear about it, that was.
The chance to go to Tintagel meant so many things, it was a chance to make a new start, meet new people, a chance to experience even more of the wonderful shows and films and books like the ones the King had shown them, and it was a chance to get away from all those girls who seemed to be hovering around him and giggling lately, he didn't know what they were up to but he wasn't sure he liked it.
