Post by gabriel on Aug 6, 2009 17:13:01 GMT -5
Name: Gabriel "Gage" Legend
Age: 20
Hometown: Los Angeles, USA
Nationality: Filipino-American
Languages Spoken: English, Spanish
Description: Gage stands about 5'10'', 5'11'', which is average height for a man in America. He has a medium build and there is nothing extremely striking about his features. He is of Filipino descent but in LA, where there are so many different types, he is often mistaken for someone of Hispanic heritage.
Despite his average looks Gage can be quite a visually striking individual because of his outlandish sense of style. In a time when most people have given up human trends in favor of more practical clothing that would escape notice, Gage has made it his personal mission to preserve at least a piece of American culture all by himself. He tries to epitomize the best of hip hop style, wearing baggy jeans with ornate designs and t-shirts, hats and sneakers that match. Sometimes he'll take it a bit more into the traditional and where a jacket and tie but even then it is obvious it is for style purposes and not for any sort of business.
Skills:
Breakdancing
Flirting (Questionable)
Rope Making and Repair
Personality: Gage is young and healthy and generally up beat. He sees no reason to get down about the world since depression won't really change anything. He always tries to look on the bright side and can normally find the humor in any situation and can't help but crack a joke. His sense of humor and big mouth have gotten him in trouble more often than not but he always manages to get himself out again.
On the surface it appears like Gage takes nothing seriously but that couldn't be farther from the truth. He takes whatever task he's given very seriously...he just doesn't see why you can't have fun while you're doing it.
He's more than willing to follow orders despite the occasional sarcastic comment that may slip out and he has an almost disarmingly earnest desire to make the world a better place and to cheer up the people around him.
Bio/History:
Gage was born in 1989 in Los Angeles. The first seven years of his life were pretty normal. He went to school, he did well enough and, like any other kid, he lived for the end of the day bell. Once out of school he spent his time on various intercity pursuits; basketball, bikes, rollerblades etc etc. However, he had a special passion for dancing and he could watch the break dancers battle in the parks for hours. Almost before Gage could ride a bike properly he was learning how to do handstands, freezes, slides and glides. He was an apt student and quickly mastered anything thrown at him, finding a freedom of expression and joy in dancing that he didn't find anywhere else in his life.
When the yeerks attacked you would think life would change. And sure, all the big things did. There was no more school, there was no more future and his family had to run and go underground...literally. They ended up in Union Station, an underground colony of free humans that hid out from the yeerks above and as they made a life for themselves there Gage began to see that the small things in life hadn't changed that much at all. He still hung out with the kids in his neighborhood, even if his neighborhood now consisted of a sunken train station filled with refugees. And he still played games, swung on ropes, got in trouble and, of course, danced.
When he got old enough Gage joined the scavenger teams. It was by far the most dangerous job to take on in Union short of accepting a yeerk into your head and becoming one of the YPM (something that made Gage uncomfortable to consider). Scavengers were the main providers of the city. If it wasn't for them, the city would have died a long time ago. But every time you went out you risked being picked up by yeerk patrols and maybe not coming back. They were taught what to do in case that ever happened but since the options were; kill yourself or give up everyone you love, Gage tried his best to avoid being picked up.
He was pretty good at what he did but he began to get depressed doing it. They never seemed to actually win or change anything. They just...survived. And he had to wonder how long that could go on. Someday, someone would get caught. Union would get discovered and then it would be over. Not even their YPM allies would be able to protect them if the Empire wanted them gone.
So when Gage met up with two guys who claimed they were recruiting for a group of international animorphs he had no problems saying yes and hopping on a flight to...Antarctica?
NEW: Gabriel was given the nickname Gage at the animorph's academy by Xander.
Starting Morphs:
Land: Fox
Bug: Cricket
Other: Bat
Scene with Parent:
Gage dropped down into the hammock with a loud *humphf* sound. The hammock sagged under his weight and swayed and, for a moment, it seemed like it would tip him out, but it steadied. He picked up a rubix cube that was sitting on the floor beside the hammock and absently began fiddling with it.
"How did you do today?" his father asked from his seat across the room, bent over a list of some sort. His dad helped run the little underground city of Union. He wasn't one of the major power players or anything but he did help keep track of the supplies and helped figure out how much they would need and of what and when. Sometimes he could even figure out a way for them to get it.
"Ok," Gage muttered, too distracted by his toy to really pay much attention to his father. "We killed a Taxxon that had almost snuck up on Jeremy," he offered as way of elaboration.
"Really? That's good," he father said absently, not really listening. He heard about incidents like this every day. He was just glad it hadn't been his son who had let himself get snuck up on by a Taxxon.
"Yo dad," Gage said, looking up and putting the rubix cube down.
"Hmm?" his father answered, not looking over, too intent on adding up this figure or that figure. Gage thought of not telling him but figured he might as well get it over with. Maybe his father would be too distracted to care much.
"I decided to join the resistance. You know, the animorphs," he said casually as if one decided to do that everyday. He picked up the rubix cube again and began fiddling with it, trying to complete the picture of nonchalance but his father, who had turned to look at him, wasn't buying it.
"You're doing what exactly?" his father asked, reports and figures forgotten. Gage gave up trying to look casual and he put the cube down and sat up in the hammock.
"I'm gonna join the animorphs. You know, fight the good fight and all." His father nodded and sat back in his chair as if he'd just been hit and needed a moment to recover. He took a deep breath and wiped his face vigorously as if trying to wake up.
"Oooook. Can I ask what brought this on?" he asked slowly, hoping he could find a way to talk his son out of this.
Gage shrugged and laid back down in the hammock. He had thought a lot about joining the animorphs but, for some reason, he couldn't figure out how to put all of his thoughts into words. "It just feels right," he finally answered, looking over at his dad. "It's ok right? I mean, you and mom will be ok while I'm gone."
"Not if you don't come back," his father answered seriously. He saw Gage wince and he almost regretted his words...almost. But he wanted Gage to understand what he was getting himself into. If a few harsh words would dissuade him then Patrick was prepared to be as harsh as he was capable of. But he knew his son well enough to know yelling would do no good. Gage had to figure things out on his own. If this wasn't for him he'd know it and he'd come home. At least that was what Patrick was hoping for. "When do you leave and where are you going?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Tomorrow," Gage answered. "I'm going for some sort of training or something. Then I get assigned to a faction. At least that was what I was told."
Age: 20
Hometown: Los Angeles, USA
Nationality: Filipino-American
Languages Spoken: English, Spanish
Description: Gage stands about 5'10'', 5'11'', which is average height for a man in America. He has a medium build and there is nothing extremely striking about his features. He is of Filipino descent but in LA, where there are so many different types, he is often mistaken for someone of Hispanic heritage.
Despite his average looks Gage can be quite a visually striking individual because of his outlandish sense of style. In a time when most people have given up human trends in favor of more practical clothing that would escape notice, Gage has made it his personal mission to preserve at least a piece of American culture all by himself. He tries to epitomize the best of hip hop style, wearing baggy jeans with ornate designs and t-shirts, hats and sneakers that match. Sometimes he'll take it a bit more into the traditional and where a jacket and tie but even then it is obvious it is for style purposes and not for any sort of business.
Skills:
Breakdancing
Flirting (Questionable)
Rope Making and Repair
Personality: Gage is young and healthy and generally up beat. He sees no reason to get down about the world since depression won't really change anything. He always tries to look on the bright side and can normally find the humor in any situation and can't help but crack a joke. His sense of humor and big mouth have gotten him in trouble more often than not but he always manages to get himself out again.
On the surface it appears like Gage takes nothing seriously but that couldn't be farther from the truth. He takes whatever task he's given very seriously...he just doesn't see why you can't have fun while you're doing it.
He's more than willing to follow orders despite the occasional sarcastic comment that may slip out and he has an almost disarmingly earnest desire to make the world a better place and to cheer up the people around him.
Bio/History:
Gage was born in 1989 in Los Angeles. The first seven years of his life were pretty normal. He went to school, he did well enough and, like any other kid, he lived for the end of the day bell. Once out of school he spent his time on various intercity pursuits; basketball, bikes, rollerblades etc etc. However, he had a special passion for dancing and he could watch the break dancers battle in the parks for hours. Almost before Gage could ride a bike properly he was learning how to do handstands, freezes, slides and glides. He was an apt student and quickly mastered anything thrown at him, finding a freedom of expression and joy in dancing that he didn't find anywhere else in his life.
When the yeerks attacked you would think life would change. And sure, all the big things did. There was no more school, there was no more future and his family had to run and go underground...literally. They ended up in Union Station, an underground colony of free humans that hid out from the yeerks above and as they made a life for themselves there Gage began to see that the small things in life hadn't changed that much at all. He still hung out with the kids in his neighborhood, even if his neighborhood now consisted of a sunken train station filled with refugees. And he still played games, swung on ropes, got in trouble and, of course, danced.
When he got old enough Gage joined the scavenger teams. It was by far the most dangerous job to take on in Union short of accepting a yeerk into your head and becoming one of the YPM (something that made Gage uncomfortable to consider). Scavengers were the main providers of the city. If it wasn't for them, the city would have died a long time ago. But every time you went out you risked being picked up by yeerk patrols and maybe not coming back. They were taught what to do in case that ever happened but since the options were; kill yourself or give up everyone you love, Gage tried his best to avoid being picked up.
He was pretty good at what he did but he began to get depressed doing it. They never seemed to actually win or change anything. They just...survived. And he had to wonder how long that could go on. Someday, someone would get caught. Union would get discovered and then it would be over. Not even their YPM allies would be able to protect them if the Empire wanted them gone.
So when Gage met up with two guys who claimed they were recruiting for a group of international animorphs he had no problems saying yes and hopping on a flight to...Antarctica?
NEW: Gabriel was given the nickname Gage at the animorph's academy by Xander.
Starting Morphs:
Land: Fox
Bug: Cricket
Other: Bat
Scene with Parent:
Gage dropped down into the hammock with a loud *humphf* sound. The hammock sagged under his weight and swayed and, for a moment, it seemed like it would tip him out, but it steadied. He picked up a rubix cube that was sitting on the floor beside the hammock and absently began fiddling with it.
"How did you do today?" his father asked from his seat across the room, bent over a list of some sort. His dad helped run the little underground city of Union. He wasn't one of the major power players or anything but he did help keep track of the supplies and helped figure out how much they would need and of what and when. Sometimes he could even figure out a way for them to get it.
"Ok," Gage muttered, too distracted by his toy to really pay much attention to his father. "We killed a Taxxon that had almost snuck up on Jeremy," he offered as way of elaboration.
"Really? That's good," he father said absently, not really listening. He heard about incidents like this every day. He was just glad it hadn't been his son who had let himself get snuck up on by a Taxxon.
"Yo dad," Gage said, looking up and putting the rubix cube down.
"Hmm?" his father answered, not looking over, too intent on adding up this figure or that figure. Gage thought of not telling him but figured he might as well get it over with. Maybe his father would be too distracted to care much.
"I decided to join the resistance. You know, the animorphs," he said casually as if one decided to do that everyday. He picked up the rubix cube again and began fiddling with it, trying to complete the picture of nonchalance but his father, who had turned to look at him, wasn't buying it.
"You're doing what exactly?" his father asked, reports and figures forgotten. Gage gave up trying to look casual and he put the cube down and sat up in the hammock.
"I'm gonna join the animorphs. You know, fight the good fight and all." His father nodded and sat back in his chair as if he'd just been hit and needed a moment to recover. He took a deep breath and wiped his face vigorously as if trying to wake up.
"Oooook. Can I ask what brought this on?" he asked slowly, hoping he could find a way to talk his son out of this.
Gage shrugged and laid back down in the hammock. He had thought a lot about joining the animorphs but, for some reason, he couldn't figure out how to put all of his thoughts into words. "It just feels right," he finally answered, looking over at his dad. "It's ok right? I mean, you and mom will be ok while I'm gone."
"Not if you don't come back," his father answered seriously. He saw Gage wince and he almost regretted his words...almost. But he wanted Gage to understand what he was getting himself into. If a few harsh words would dissuade him then Patrick was prepared to be as harsh as he was capable of. But he knew his son well enough to know yelling would do no good. Gage had to figure things out on his own. If this wasn't for him he'd know it and he'd come home. At least that was what Patrick was hoping for. "When do you leave and where are you going?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Tomorrow," Gage answered. "I'm going for some sort of training or something. Then I get assigned to a faction. At least that was what I was told."
