Gavin R Chatterlay

[Gavin Ranulf Chatterlay]

* GAVIN ranulf Chatterlay !

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Some will die in hot pursuit
And fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
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* 'there's a face that we wear'

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your name: Madeline
age: 19
experience: 9 years
who you play: Gav
how to contact you: [e-mail]
how you found us: Affiliate

* 'it's society's mask, it's society's way'

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full name: Gavin Ranulg Chatterlay
nicknames: Gav
date of birth: 21 August, 1992
date of change: ---
hometown: Chicago, Il
species: Human
ability's: ---

* 'and the truth is...it's all a façade!'

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height: 5'10
weight: 172
hair: Dirty blonde
eyes: Green and grey
general appearance:

His Irish and English heritage shows plainly in his features. He has shaggy dirty blond hair that curls to his ears, never styled or cut by anyone except his dad. Thick eyebrows furl over his sea glass eyes, giving him a heavy, serious brow that doesn't seem to match the knowing, lighthearted curve of his squarish lips. Slightly ruddy cheeks on pale Irish skin stand out above his strong jaw, often covered by a few days unshaven shadow of a beard slightly darker than his hair. His nose is narrow and proportionate to his face, although slightly crooked to the left for the baseball that broke it when he was a kid. His head is supported by a thick neck and strong, broad shoulders. A t-shirt and blue jeans are usually enough to suit his 'style', although he has been known to throw on a dress shirt and slacks for special occasions. He doesn't care too much for his appearance, never bothering to follow the trends or even the 'anti-trends'. When riding his motorcycle, he wears a brown leather jacket, thick jeans, work boots, gloves, and a helmet if he's not feeling reckless. He stands leaning onto one leg, hands shoved in his jean pockets when he's not smoking a cigarette, relaxed and utterly calm, bored, as if he didn't have a care in the world.

play by: Ewan McGregor

* 'and what's hiding inside....behind all of our fears'

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likes: Airplanes, his Harley-Davidson, Baseball, Girls, Math, CSI, Sci-Fi, Star Wars, Steak, Jazz, and his job.
dislikes: Idiots, Science, Vegetables, Football Players, 'Trendy' People, 'Non-Conformists', Politicians, Curfew, Forks, and Being Broke.
strengths: Logical, thorough, intelligent, motivated, good-natured, light-hearted.
weaknesses: Stubborn, brutally honest, rebellious, introverted, impatient with people, rash.
habits/quirks: Smokes, although he's trying to quit because of his asthma
fears: Persistent boredom, death of friends/family (though clearly not his own death)

personality:

Gavin, or Gav, is an easygoing kind of guy, generally laid back and just living life for a couple of cheap thrills and laughs. Although hard to get to know because of his stand-offish personality, he's a guy who doesn't take good friendships lightly. Although not one to get gushy around his group of friends, he's absolutely loyal to every single on of them and just doesn't take any insults about them. Although a relaxed guy, he is rash and quick to anger with the right amount of provocation and can change from calm to clenched-fists in a second. He lives life to live it, in the best sense of the phrase. He doesn't care too much for philosophy or politics, or anything too far beyond the physical world. Sure, he's intelligent enough to understand it, but he finds no value in things he can't touch or directly experience.

Gavin try anything once, whether it's a questionable food or a thrill like sky-diving, he lives for the moment, like he could die the next day. It doesn't mean he has to be out partying 24/7, but rather he is always doing what he needs to do in order to be able to do what he wants to do. He's not exactly the charming type, and has no poetic way for words. He's very much your typical guy when it comes to romance, generally clueless but with noble intentions. He's never really fallen in love before, but does desire a partner to spend the rest of his life with, someone crazy enough to live life to the fullest like himself, someone to come home to at the end of the day. He is also like any typical teenage guy, with a sex drive he's looking to satisfy, and he's not ashamed to admit it.

* 'is our true self....locked inside the façade!'

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mother: Marianne Kennedy (44)
father: Kenneth Chatterlay (47)
siblings: Elayne Olivia Chatterlay (11)
other family:

history:

His parents moved to Forks from Chicago when he was only 7, to take care of his father's sick mother. His father took a job with the local auto-repair shop and his mother took up a job selling Avon cosmetics in Forks and nearby towns, all the while home-schooling Gavin. They lived with Gavin's grandmother for 4 years before she passed away, and had fallen so in love with the quaint little town of Forks that they decided to stay. They moved closer into town, where Gavin switched schools for the second time in his young life to Fork's Secondary school. Always somewhat of a shy boy, only perpetuated by his previous move and isolation, Gavin became a loner in intermediate school. He was always happy in his solitude, nonetheless, and was awarded several academic honors.

Upon entering Forks High School, Gavin decided to join the baseball team, as he had enjoyed the sport as a kid back in Chicago. His skill returned almost immediately, and being much to short to play any base, made catcher for the varsity team. He made a few friends on the team, and picked up smoking from them. He began coming home late at night in his sophomore year of high school, without telling his parents where he was or what he was doing. Although never much of one for drinking, he attended parties where sex, drugs, and alcohol could be found. Still, he possessed little interest for any of these things, and as he saw his friends arrested and taken off to jail, he decided it'd be best if he didn't involve himself with the baseball team at all.

In his junior year of high school, Gavin discovered his real passion in life; After visiting a local air base with his physics class, and speaking with several pilots, he decided that he wanted to become a jet pilot like them. He also took up a job with his father repairing cars and motorbikes, and used the money he made to buy a motor cycle of his own. Still a bit of a loner, he's made a few new friends since the start of his senior year and become a little bit more cautious, not the reckless teen he was his sophomore year. He plans on joining the Navy to get out of Forks as soon as he graduates to become an F-18 pilot.

* 'livin' like a masquerade...actin' a bizarre charade'

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have you read the rules: Yep
code word: Leah
role play sample:

“Come on El, hurry up, I think mom will finally crack if she gets home before us.” Watching his little sister could be a pain, but in general the two got along pretty well, considering that they were related. Gavin smiled very slightly, annoyance unable to mask the happiness it gave him to see his sister having a good time. Her brilliant vermilion curls bounced around her ears as she bounded ahead of him on the bust street, peering excitedly into crowded shop windows and eateries, nearly running into passerbys but seeming to dance just out of reach every time, like some kind of delightful imp. They definitely weren't supposed to be spending their Saturday in Seattle, but their dad was at work all day while Gav had blessedly gotten the day off, and their mom was selling Avon down in Port Angeles, and Elayne had positively begged Gavin to take her on her motorbike to the shopping center in Seattle.

Therefore, there they were, out beneath the cool, sleepy mid-afternoon sun, wintry light filtering through thick clouds and the small crate myrtles lining the sidewalk, dappled shadows playing over the small banks of snow still clinging on to the previous cold winter. Most people would say that it wasn't particularly cold, but Gavin stuck his hands further into his brown leather jacket, longing for some real heat. He glanced away from a beautiful motorcycle that had roared past on the street to see Elayne peering intently into a dingy shop filled with lost of books and candles and generally occult accessories. He quirked an eyebrow at the odd shop and sighed, then let a grin spread to his lips. El loved this junk, and he knew that she'd want to explore the dingy shop. He walked up next to her and with sarcastic reluctance dripping in his voice said, “Ok sis, but twenty minutes is all we can spare.” Sure, he could get home faster, but he wasn't willing to drive that fast and risk her safety.

He followed her into the shop and she wandered off away from him into the dark corridors created by looming piles of books. He'd had every intention of walking outside for a smoke before she got back, but he was distracted by a grown woman dashing past him and towards the back of the store, nearly knocking over shelves in the process. Old concepts of noble intention and gentlemanliness remembered (not to mention his curiosity absolutely out of control), he followed her quietly to the back of the store.

She was stunning, like a girl straight out of the centerfolds Gavin's dad hid in his closet. Brilliant blonde hair turned caramel by the dusky light, enormous, piercing eyes, and a slender, lithe body with full curves. Gavin tried not to stare slack-jawed, but it took him a while before he could take in anything beyond her inhuman beauty. She looked completely distressed, and that well matched her previous actions. He thought he should do or say something, but there just weren't words worth saying to this amazing woman.

“Umm....”

D*mnit, why couldn't he make the words he needed work?

“Are you alright? I saw you run by... Someone hasn't tried to hurt you, have they?”

Stupid question. She may be a woman, but her eyes told a different story, burning fiercely, as if a deep shade of crimson. She could take care of herself. Almost regretting following her, Gavin turned as if to leave.

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this plot page was made by Goodbye Apathy of CAUTION2.0?.
i don't mind some slight editing, but please leave the credit, otherwise i'll have to kill you , kidding.
lyrics from Jekyll and Hyde from the song Facade, odd choice i know, but i like some of the lines so...
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