Gavin Kelly
Sept 21, 2014 18:24:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2014 18:24:29 GMT -7
Gavin Henry Kelly
| NAME Gavin Henry Kelly ALIAS None AGE 24 DATE OF BIRTH 08/14/2557 GENDER Male | PLAY BY Sebastian Stan SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual AFFILIATION Neutral OCCUPATION Private Security PLACE OF BIRTH Monument, Aberdeen |
HEIGHT
6'0"
WEIGHT
185 lbs.
HAIR
Brown, Short, Unkempt.
EYE COLOR
GreenPHYSICAL BUILD
Athletic
DISTINGUISHING MARKS
None
GENERAL APPEARANCE
Perpetual smirk and/or cocked eyebrows. Relaxed bearing; loose, casual gait.
CLOTHING STYLE
Simple. T-shirts, dark pants, combat boots. Various alterations appropriate for the climate or environment.
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OVERALL PERSONALITY
Gavin is generally a good natured guy, but he does have a pronounced edge. He's not much of a brawler, but if a fight does break out, he uses his wits and what has been called "dirty tricks" to ensure he and his comrades have the upper hand. He loves his drink and he loves his women. He's a little too laid back, often times only getting serious when the bullets start flying, and often not even then. He is very cocky and loves his drink. He is quick to draw his gun if he thinks a situation is going south, and has no qualms about pulling the trigger, but he will only kill if he thinks it's necessary. As far as a moral code... he's pretty flexible. He's always looking to make a profit, and perhaps a little something extra on the side...
| FATHER Tobias Henry Kelly MOTHER Evangeline Sanders-Kelly SIBLINGS None OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES Tristram Henry Kelly (Grandfather/Former Trinity First Mate/ Current Sheriff of Monument) Krista Yvonne Kelly (Grandmother/Former Trinity Mechanic) | SIGNIFICANT OTHER None... CHILDREN None OTHER SIGNIFICANT PERSONS Elijah Bainbridge PETS None, but his grandparents had an Irish Wolfhound named Rebel, of whom he was very fond. |
BACKSTORYPresent Day
It was a dark and stormy night...
Actually, it was a balmy summer afternoon on Regina. Gavin sat in some dive bar near the spaceport, toasting to his current unemployment. He had been fighting it, but now he was headed back home to Aberdeen. Dad had work for him in Monument in his bank, and seeing as he had yet to find a security position, the young man begrudgingly accepted his fate and chartered a ship home. Gavin's pride almost stopped him, but he was able to swallow it and ask his father for help. So much for a life of adventure...
April, 2563
"Tell me a story, Poppy!"
A four year old Gavin ambushed his grandfather, Tristram, as he was attempting to rest in the sitting room, leaping onto his belly.
"Oof!"
The air rushed from Tristram's lungs as his grandson landed.
"A story? Now?"
Green eyes beamed up at him as Gavin nodded his head enthusiastically.
"As you wish. What do you want to hear?"
Gavin clapped his hands in delight. "Tell a Trinity story, Poppy!"
"Alright then." A gentle smile crossed Tristram's face as his young grandson snuggled up in his lap, eager to hear the tale.
"Now, did I ever tell you about the day I met your Grammaw?"
Present Day
The sound of a beer glass being set down on the bar broke Gavin out of his reverie. He used to love listening to his grandfather wax eloquent about his adventures aboard the Trinity under Captain Bainbridge, much to his father's displeasure. Tobias never shared his father's sense of adventure, and mostly wrote off Tristram's stories as half truths at best. Now, Gavin may have been Tobias' child, but it was his grandfather with whom he was closest, and after whom he took the most. He even got to go with him on multiple occasions when Tristram would go to visit his old captain. It so happened that he also had a grandson who was the same age as Gavin. He and Elijah would listen to the two old men relive their glory days, filling young heads with wonder. They would also, and this was the best part, play on the old Trinity, acting out old adventures and writing their own stories. When the boys were 11, they gained a new playmate in Kalli Bernett.
To Gavin, Captain Bainbridge and his grandfather were more than men. They were legends, gods even. So, Sidney's eventual death seemed almost too much to believe, but what shook him was Tristram's reaction. The day he received the news was the day he did something that Gavin never thought he'd see his Papa do. Tristram wept. Sidney's funeral marked the last time the two would journey to Haven, and the last time Gavin would see his friend Elijah for many years.
As he grew, Gavin began to pester his grandpa to teach him to shoot like him...
September 2573
"Keep your hand steady, boy."
Gavin stood, fingers trembling near the butt of the pistol on his hip. At his insistence, Tristram had agreed to teach his adolescent grandchild how to draw on a target "as fast as you, Papa!". They had only gone out a couple times before, but Gavin had no idea how his grandfather had been able to do it. More than once, he had rammed a finger into the butt of the gun, and had even taken skin off of his palm when he jammed it down on the hammer. Still, the boy was determined to be like his hero, so he soldiered on lesson after lesson.
"Breathe slowly. Calm, boy. You gotta stay calm. After you skin that pistol, bring it up and fire as soon as you think you're on target."
Green eyes narrowed at the old whiskey bottle on the barrel in front of him. Gavin slowed his breathing to an even, steady rhythm. In... Out... In... Out... In... Ou-...
"DRAW!"
Slightly startled, Gavin grabbed at the pistol and withdrew it from its holster. Quickly, he raised his arm and let off a shot. The bullet slammed into the barrel, a few inches down and to the left of the bottle.
"Sonofa..."
Gavin almost finished his oath, but remembered his current company and bit his tongue. Papa just laughed.
"You sure you're ready for this? Maybe I should go back to teaching you how to shoot straight!"
Irritated, Gavin leveled his grandfather's old pistol at his target once more, took a second to aim, and pulled the trigger. Shards of glass exploded in all directions as the bullet hit its mark. The youth turned toward the old man with a smirk.
"Is that so, old man?"
Papa chuckled.
"Looks like I was wrong. Come on, Gram will have lunch ready by now. We'll come back out in a while."
Present Day
It was from Papa that Gavin learned not only to shoot, but how to maintain complete awareness of his surroundings. Tales of men so engrossed in one task that they didn't see the enemy coming up on their flank supported the importance of the lessons. Just a few weeks shy of his eighteenth birthday, and armed with his grandfather's guidance, Gavin left Aberdeen for the Georgian Federation to make a career for himself. He landed on Regina, and took on with a small private security company. Over the course of the next few years, he added to his resume, moving up to larger and larger companies for higher and higher pay. Of course, that usually meant more dangerous work, but hey, its a living. Eventually, he caught wind of some new, ex military kid trying to find some work by the name of "Bainbridge". Sure enough, it was his old friend. Gavin fed Elijah leads for jobs, until eventually he found steady work on the Orlando. He didn't hear much from him after that, aside from the rare occasional wave to catch up. Years passed, and Gavin eventually tried to start his own company.
He failed.
Most of his savings had gone into that start-up, and no one was hiring aside from the small fry jobs, which brings us to his current situation.
Gavin looked down at his now empty glass. An exasperated huff escaped his lips as he rubbed his face.
'Might as well get ready to go.'
He threw a few credits on the bar and got up to leave. As he turned, the manager came up from the back.
"You Kelly?"
Gavin raised an eyebrow at the man. Where was this going?
"Might be. Who's asking?"
"You got a wave. Some Bainbridge fella. Says he owes you one?"ROLEPLAY SAMPLERP-History hybrid above fulfills this requirement.
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