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Name Gale Humendeaus Name Origin The name Gale is derived from the Greek word "galeos", which means "a kind of shark" or "a whirlwind". In this context, the name symbolizes strength, power, and a force of nature, reflecting the intensity and resilience of him.Much like the whirlwind or shark it refers to, Gale embodies a sense of unstoppable energy and determination, someone who moves through life with a quiet but undeniable force. Age 18-25 Gender Male | He/Him Sexuallity Straight Personality Gale is a funny yet serious man.If his mind is occupied he will not answer and will seem stressed.Gee,wonder why.He's usually considered the goofball of the group yet,hes quiet.He likes to read aswell. Gale is an odd blend of contradictions. Often the first to crack a joke or pull a prank, his laughter could light up a room. But the moment his mind turned inward, he became a different person altogether—quiet, distant, and always a bit on edge. When he was stressed, he went silent, lost in his thoughts, and any attempt to pull him out of it was met with an absent stare or a sharp, "Not now." Despite his playful exterior, he had an insatiable curiosity, particularly when it came to books. Whether it was a weathered novel or an obscure textbook, Gale was always reading something, usually with that intense focus that made him seem miles away, even when he was right next to you. It was like he was two people in one: the carefree goofball, and the quiet, serious man who sometimes carried the weight of the world in his unreadable expression. His friends knew that when Gale got like this, it was best to leave him be. But it didn’t stop them from occasionally nudging him, trying to make him smile. Most of the time, though, he didn’t bite. He was like that—neither fully in the moment nor fully withdrawn, but somewhere in between, balancing the chaos of his mind with the calm he sought in the pages of a good book. Apperance Gale’s appearance was a striking blend of rugged charm and effortless intensity. His hair—always a mix of ashy brown and black—was slightly shaved on the sides, with the top left longer, curling just enough to add texture. Despite the carefree style, there was something deliberate about it, like he didn’t mind standing out, but also wasn’t trying too hard to do so. His ice-cold blue eyes, one with a streak of brown near the iris, were perhaps the first thing people noticed. They were sharp, almost unnerving, and often seemed to be scanning everything around him, absorbing details others might miss. His tan skin, kissed by the sun from countless hours outdoors, had a warmth to it that contrasted with the chill of his eyes. A dusting of freckles—randomly splattered like drops of paint—gave him a more approachable feel, though it didn’t quite soften the sharpness of his features. His face was angular, with high cheekbones and a chiseled jawline that made him look like someone carved out of stone. His lips, full and often pressed into a thin line when he was deep in thought, were the only hint of warmth in his otherwise stoic expression. Standing at a towering 6'5", Gale was the kind of person you noticed from across a room, whether he wanted to be or not. His broad shoulders and slight muscular build added to his imposing presence. He wasn’t the type to draw attention with flashy movements, but there was a quiet strength in his every step, a confidence that came with his size and the way he carried himself. Despite his physicality, there was a certain grace to him, especially when he moved, as though his frame was made for more than just power. His hands, roughened from work and outdoor life, still held a careful precision when he read or handled something delicate. He was strong, but not in a showy way. It was the kind of strength you only noticed when it was necessary—when his towering figure stood in the way of something or when his quiet intensity made itself known, like a storm about to break. Backstory Gale’s birthday, December 16th, had always been marked by a chill in the air, a reminder of the coldness that seemed to echo through his life. The harsh winter winds felt fitting, given how his life began. His mother, the one who was supposed to protect him, had abandoned him shortly after birth—he was an unintended child, a mistake in a world that had no place for him. It was Rosé, a woman whose kindness was as boundless as the winter snow, who took him in. She wasn’t his mother by blood, but she was his mother in every sense that mattered. She gave him the chance to live, to grow, to become something more than the circumstances of his birth. But she could never have known the truth—that Gale’s bloodline was far more complicated than anyone could imagine. His real father was the King of Feinburgg, a powerful ruler who ruled over a vast kingdom. Gale never knew about his royal heritage. He grew up in the small town of Iekburgg, raised by Rosé, unaware of the bounty that quietly followed him. The county was isolated, enclosed by an electric fence that trapped its residents in a cage they could never escape. A quiet sort of lawlessness ruled within the fence, as if the inhabitants had forgotten the world beyond, resigned to their lives behind the barrier. Gale, always restless, would often sneak out into the nearby woods, hunting for food. It was illegal, yes, but it was survival. He didn’t mind the risk. One day, after catching a turkey in the woods, he made his way to Cray’s house, as he did often. Cray had been a friend, someone who understood Gale’s need to escape the walls of the county. But when Gale arrived, something was different. A new man had taken residence in Cray’s place, and he was colder, crueler. The stranger didn’t recognize Gale as a friend—only as a threat. Without hesitation, he reported Gale, telling the authorities about the illegal hunting, the trespassing, the bounty. The punishment was swift and brutal. Lashes from a whip tore through Gale’s back, the pain blinding, sharp, as his body was forced to endure the agony. He barely survived the ordeal, the pain so overwhelming it pushed him to the brink of death. The scars from that day would remain with him, not just on his skin, but in his heart—a permanent reminder of the cruelty he had endured. He never returned to Iekburgg after that. The trauma was too much. The place that was once home had become a cage of pain and memories too haunting to face. Now, Gale wandered the land, with only Rosé’s teachings to keep him grounded, the truth about his father—and the bounty on his head—still unknown to him. The king’s blood ran through his veins, but it didn’t matter. Not anymore. Traits (Good) - Resilient: Despite his difficult past and the trauma he's faced, Gale continues to persevere and survive.
- Strong: Both physically and mentally, he carries the weight of his experiences with quiet strength.
- Loyal: His bond with Rosé, the woman who took him in, shows his deep loyalty and appreciation for those who care for him.
- Independent: Gale is used to relying on himself, especially with the bounty on his head and the isolation of his surroundings.
- Resourceful: Whether hunting in the woods or navigating difficult situations, Gale is skilled at making do with what he has.
- Protective: While not always openly affectionate, Gale will go to great lengths to protect those he cares about.
- Determined: Once he sets his mind to something, he will stop at nothing to achieve his goals, no matter the cost.
- Quietly Compassionate: Though often stoic, he has a deep empathy for those who have suffered, given his own struggles.
- Courageous: Facing danger and uncertainty head-on, Gale doesn’t shy away from difficult situations.
Traits (Bad) - Emotionally Guarded: Gale often keeps his feelings to himself, making it difficult for others to truly understand or connect with him.
- Stubborn: Once he has made up his mind, it’s hard to change his direction, even if it’s not the best choice.
- Reckless: His desire to survive and his independent nature sometimes lead him to take dangerous risks without fully considering the consequences.
- Isolated: Gale’s tendency to keep to himself and his reluctance to trust others can lead to loneliness and alienation.
- Hot-Tempered: Under pressure or when pushed too far, Gale can snap, revealing a more intense, volatile side.
- Haunted: The trauma from his past weighs heavily on him, often affecting his decisions and clouding his judgment.
- Defensive: He can be quick to push people away, especially when he feels threatened or vulnerable.
- Distrustful: Due to his past and the betrayal he’s experienced, Gale finds it hard to trust others, often assuming the worst.
- Detached: Though capable of caring deeply, Gale can sometimes seem emotionally distant, especially when dealing with his inner struggles.
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Complex Relationship with His Past: Gale’s unknown royal heritage and the abandonment by his biological mother leave him with unresolved feelings about who he truly is. His identity is shaped by the love of Rosé, but the secrets about his father linger in the background, creating an inner conflict. -
Connection to Nature: Gale’s affinity for the outdoors—especially the woods where he hunts—could symbolize his need for freedom and escape. Nature is both a sanctuary and a reminder of his survival instincts, offering him peace away from the suffocating walls of the county. -
Tactical Mind: Though he’s often seen as a rugged, physical character, Gale has a sharp mind for strategy and survival. He’s quick on his feet and knows how to think several steps ahead, which makes him resourceful in dangerous situations. -
Scarred by Trauma: The lashing he endured has left physical and emotional scars. His back is marked by the whip’s cruel cuts, and he may still experience flashbacks or moments of panic when triggered by certain sounds or situations. This trauma fuels his distrust and reluctance to return to Iekburgg. -
Sense of Duty: Despite his detached nature, Gale has a deep sense of responsibility to protect the vulnerable. He might not always show it, but he’ll step up when someone needs help or when a situation calls for him to act, even if it means putting himself at risk. -
Unspoken Loyalty to Rosé: His bond with Rosé is one of the few things that remains constant in his life. Though he may not always express it, he holds her in high regard, and her sacrifices have shaped the person he is today. -
Mysterious Aura: Gale carries a sense of mystery around him, both because of his unknown royal lineage and his quiet, reserved nature. He’s often the subject of speculation, but he reveals little about himself, keeping others at a distance. -
Conflict with Authority: Having faced punishment for survival crimes, Gale harbors a deep resentment toward authority figures, especially those who abuse power. He might often question or defy authority, driven by a need for justice and fairness. -
Occasional Humor: Despite his serious exterior, Gale can be unexpectedly funny in his dry, sarcastic way. His sense of humor often catches people off guard, offering brief moments of levity in his otherwise intense life. -
Inner Struggle with Identity: Having been abandoned by his mother and unaware of his royal lineage, Gale’s internal battle over his identity plays a major role in his emotional life. He might wonder whether he's destined for greatness, or if he’s just a product of circumstances beyond his control. |
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Jillian Rhiannon Winslow Jilly, Rhi Age: 21 Gender: Female She/Her Sexuality: Heterosexual - Appearance: Standing at a petite 5'3", her disposition settles somewhere between innocent and non threatening based off of looks. Her skin is a flawless milky shade of alabaster with cool undertones that gives her an ethereal, ghostly appearance. It has a silky smooth texture, only aiding that flawlessness. Her features are as soft as her skin, delicately defined with feminine grace. With a heart shaped face, Jillian has high cheekbones, gently sloping down into a softened jawline and slender neck. Jillian's nose is just as delicate as the rest of her. It's straight, but as it nears the tip it begins to arch slightly upwards, giving her that so sought after button nosed look. Accentuating her sharp, well defined brows are cat like eyes, always watching and waiting for her moment to strike. Long lashes encapsulates them, the lengthy strands perfect for fluttering and batting.Their chilly color is that of hard steel, bold and unwavering. A gaze so cold and intense that it's almost terrifying. Many find it a struggle to stare into that calculated gaze for too long in fear that might just devour them whole. The kicker? She just might. Atop that head held high falls waves of whiskey colored loose ringlet curls that end at the small of Jillian's back. Shades of red, copper, and warm brown linger throughout the strands, creating a sea of fiery warmth. Not an ounce of frizz is present if she can help it, with each curl holding a soft, satiny feel to it. Each curl is meticulously taken care of, crafted around her face to further accentuate her lovely features. Her hair is her prized feature, with much time and care going into keeping it soft and healthy. It's often left down, giving it what little freedom and untamed beauty it can have. Jillian's frame isn't anything impressive when it comes to strength. She's lithe, her body thin and soft. She has narrow shoulders with a defined neck and collarbones. Her hips are wide and her thighs thick, giving her a pear shape that aids the sass and confidence in her walk. Without a doubt her hips will effortlessly sway. Some would say she has a sense of arrogance, but it couldn't be further from the truth. Her hands, while small and dainty, have the same cat-likeness as her eyes. She keeps her nails somewhat long and well manicured, with the tips filed into an almond shape. The skin is rather soft as well, though her fingertips are calloused, suggesting the idea that she plays a stringed instrument. The voice that comes from such a small woman is hauntingly soft. It's of gentle tone, dripping with a sweetness of honey when she pleases. That is not to say that it cannot demand attention, however. It can be just as sharp as it is sweet. It is a voice that can lull you to sleep or wake an entire army given the path that is chosen. - Personality: Jillian is an intimidating figure to talk to. She looks as though she'd kill with a single glance, but that'd hardly be the case. She isn't very outgoing, nor is she friendly, but she's not unfriendly either. Striking up a conversation with the lass isn't hard, but it is hard to keep her talking rather than just listening. She may not be the best speaker, but she can lend the best of ears to anyone needing to vent and speak from the heart. Devote and honest, Jillian is a genuine person who fears not what another thinks of her. Once you get in good with her, she'll give you all of her time and loyalty that she has to spare. Not many people can get past the walls that she has built, but once it's done, she'll do anything to protect those people. She's not one for lies, either. She can be bluntly honest, telling the truth when it perhaps should not be told in completeness. If it is meant to be said, she cares not for how it'll make another feel. She'll try her best to be gentle, but it does not always work out in that manner. She is assertive and cautious, taking heed in everything that she does. She'd much rather cut right to the chase, avoiding any and all hiccups if possible. It would be correct to say that's she's a wary woman, jaded and exhausted by the trauma of the world. She's not afraid to voice her opinion or point out exactly what she wants despite being a quiet and generally soft spoken girl. She doesn't mind taking control of certain situations and putting herself out there when others may not please to do so. She may protect those that hold her heart with her life, but she's not as forgiving to those who have wronged her. Her patient and giving nature is not to be taken advantage of or for granted. It's one of the quickest ways to lose her as a friend. She'll do anything for you and ask for nothing in return, but do not use and manipulate someone with such a heart of gold. She enjoys getting to do things for others, and loves even more when she's given the same energy back. In truth She's a simple woman and doesn't ask for much other than someone who will care for her like she does them. Quiet and observant, Jillian prefers to watch others from the corner of the room. without much to say, she spends her time studying others and their actions. She enjoys getting to know them from the outside in, should they be worth the knowing. She reads people like she reads a book, learning every little tell that she can pick up and why it is something that shows itself. She often will notice things that go unnoticed by the general populace, giving her a heads up to anything that might amidst. - Likes: -Moonlight -Thunderstorms -Baking -The color green -The look of snow -Playing violin Dislikes: -Cold Weather -Spiders -Being yelled at -Being told she's wrong -Being forced to do something -Early Mornings ~
Strengths: -Swimming -Pickpocketing -Sewing -Sneaking around -Archery -Plant Knowledge Weaknesses: -Climbing -Short range combat -Physically weaker than most -Persuasion -Feels faint around too much blood ~ |
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Gale rolled his eyes as his friend spoke,teasing him about how he had messed up while trying to pickpocket him.Standing at 6'5" with broad shoulders,a slight muscular build,ice cold eyes,dark hair,and a glare that could kill somebody if the looked into it for two long,Gale just laughed,the sound echoing through the makeshift camp they had formed.The horses they had stolen stayed tied to trees,munching on whatever they could. Gale fed the fire more wood,it crackling as the flames grew higher into the night sky.He reached into his pocket and pulled out the intricitly carved and detailed golden watch his father had given him the night he left the palace,not have being seen in years.He sighed,setting the watch into his pocket.It was another story to tell.And as of now,he was'nt one to share it. (going for roughly 100-160ish words for me btw) |
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It had been a while since Jillian had fled the palace, though she'd lost track of how long she'd been gone. She wandered most of the time, only stopping in places she trusted, though rarely ever in town. She refused to go back to the palace, as getting married against her will wasn't on her to-do list anytime soon.
Tonight she rode on the back of a man's horse, half froze and decently bruised after her own mare had thrown her before taking off, leaving her stranded right off the side of the road. This man, Wilson, had been kind enough to bring her with him, offering her safe passage with him and his group, which they soon approached. She saw two figures sitting at a fire, chatting away as the sky darkened. Wilson carefully got down, leading his horse to where the others were tied up. "Brought back a stray for the evening," The older man grumbled as he grabbed Jillian off the horse, setting her on the ground before leading her over. Jillian looked apprehensively at the pair, her little form mostly hidden behind Wilson as she approached the others at the fire.
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"Great.Last time you brought one back it was this thing." Gale complains,pointing to Dean who was sitting next to him.Dean playfully punched him in the arm and the two started laughing. "What are you doing?" He asks the new stray softly,wondering what she was doing.Gale resharpened the stick he was using to cook meat on,tearing the tender deer off the stick,juices running down his chin as he did. "Wait who killed the buck?" He asks,chewing and skewring more meat on the stick.A man named Felipe raised a hand. "Of course you did.Was wondering why it was'nt burned black this time." He snapped,looking at Dean who was now turning his skewer. "What?" He asks,Gale laughing softly. "Wilson you want some?" He asks,taking another bite of the seer.Gale peeked his head,trying to see the newcomer. "Walk into the light.Let us know who you are.You don't need to be scared,we don't hurt people.For the most part." He trailed off,looking over at Hugh who was setting up a tent. "Dean what'd you get when you pickpoceted that women earlier?" He asks,greedy to see.Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of sapphire earings,three pearl necklaces,and a ruby bracelet. "Good,worth at least 600 on the back post." He says,snatching the pearls out of his hand and looking at them,the embers of the fire dancing on their shiny exterior. |
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Jillian watched the group warily, listening to them jest and jeer at one another. They seemed decent enough, if not just rowdy men. It was intimidating to be alone with them, which was the main reason she'd yet to reveal herself from behind Wilson. He'd proven himself to not be a threat to her, so he had more of her trust than anyone, even it was only a little bit. She didn't respond to the first question, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. They probably thought her a scared little mouse when in truth she wanted to study them a moment. That moment would be short lived, however, as at the mention of deer, Wilson nodded and stepped over to the fire, leaving Jillian shrouded in darkness. "Yeah, gimme one of them sticks," he said, to which he was soon handed one with deer already on it.
"I'm not scared... Only observing." She finally spoke, stepping over to the fire. The light washed over her features, giving her skin a healthy glow despite her slightly disheveled look. She listened to their conversation about the jewels they'd managed to snatch, her head shaking lightly. "Not if you see the right person. Should be able to get at least 200 more, especially if the pearls are genuine," she commented, causing Wilson to look back at her with a small chuckle. Perhaps she'd be fitting right in after all. |
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Gale whisteled,a large dog trotting over. "Ooh!800 Dean,that's enough for another horse for me." He said,excited. "If anyone gets a new horse it'd be me.Mines a jackass who can't even lope for a mile." Dean complains,laughing. "Anyways.Wilson you brought back a woman?Shocker.We never see any of those here." He turned his attention to the newcomer. "Well,whats your name and you want some deer?" He asks,taking a bite of his.Gale took out a knife from his pocket,fiddling with it while waiting for a response. |
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Jillian had strong ties with a few of the fences in the back post. She'd been trading with them for long enough and had been stubborn enough while haggling that she was always able to get a little more than what would generally be offered. Especially if she included a favor or two. No one ever expected a woman to be a pickpocket, but she was a damn good one. "Found her on the side of the road nearly frozen solid. Horse had threw her and took off," Wilson mused, his gruff voice finding some light as he laughed at the recent memory recalled.
"Jillian, and yes please," she nodded, offering a small smile as she sat by the fire, warming her cold fingers. "What's your names?" She asked curiously, looking amount the group. So far she only had Wilson and Dean to put to faces |
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"Jillian,nice.I'm Gale.That's Dean,Hugh is back there by the tents.Call him killer some times." Hugh looked up. "Oh shut up idiot" He joked,Gale laughing.He handed Jillian a stick of deer,already cooked.Gale chewed and wiped the juices form his chin. "What brings you out here?Most women I see are usually in the cities or kingdoms." He says,taking a swig from a canteen. "What are we doing about the other group of bandits only a mile away from us?Steal their horses or something?" Dean asks,curious. |
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"Nice to meet you all.." She said politely, recounting all the names and the faces that went with them. She wasn't overly friendly, seeming hesitant of them still. The way they joked with each other was nice, but she'd have to be around them a while longer before deciding whether or not she could trust them. Jillian took the stick of meat with thanks, biting some off as delicately as she could, mindful of the juices. "Traveling. I'm yet to find a place I enjoy being, so I've gone city to city, but I always end up somewhere around here. I was actually headed for the village far up the road when I was dumped," she explained, her gaze turning to Dean as he mentioned the other bandits. She knew she wasn't with a group of saints, so the talk of thievery didn't bother her. Especially since she often stole as well. Making a living wasn't exactly easy as a woman who was on her own, but she managed rather well.
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Snow and Sleet Mix, Clearing at Night
