GAVIN BOTLEY

[GAVIN BOTLEY]

Gavin Botley

hollywood (satyr)*

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»the basics

NAME:

Gavin Stewart Botley

NICK NAMES:

Gav, Botley

CLASS:

Other

REINCARNATE:

Satyr

AGE:

Fifteen

GRADE:

Freshman

ORIENTATION:

Straaaaaiiiight?

FACE CLAIM:

Jamie Bell

»the image

EYE COLOR:

Brown

HAIR:

Brownish blonde

HEIGHT:

5’ 6”

WEIGHT:

142 pounds

CLOTHING STYLE:

Super simple, jeans and a T-shirt. He does like sweaters, though!

»the story

FAMILY:

Donald Botley, father
Rosie Botley, mother
Doris Botley, sister
Parka, dog

HOMETOWN:

Bismarck, North Dakota

PERSONALITY:

Follower- Gavin doesn’t feel comfortable by himself. There’s so many options, but which one’s the right one? What if he chooses wrong? What if his choice affects other people? WHAT IF THE WORLD BLOWS UP AND IT’S ALL HIS FAULT?! Yeah, it’s easier to make other people decide.
Timid- Gavin’s not one to speak his mind. Ordering dinner, multiple choice questions; he just an’t wrap his head around it all. Besides, the person he’s following usually has better thoughts anyway.
Good listener- He has the time and patience to sit down and really listen to people. He likes that he’s able to help people with their problems. It makes him feel like he’s there for a reason.
Easily frightened- People can be super intimidating. Especially people you look up to. Gavin despises the idea of rejection.

PAST:

North Dakota, land of the do-nothings. Where pastel colors are all the rage, freshly trimmed lawns are a must, and the only car you see on the rode is a tan minivan.

This was the land of the Botleys. As any family in North Dakota, they were completely and unconditionally normal. They were the kind of family that paid their bills on time and owned a dog. The perfect little family when it came to North Dakota standards. It had been that way since the moment Rosie and Donald Botley had returned from their honey moon.

Rosie and Donald both worked in bland little office cubicles where they spent the extent of their day making phone calls and whatnot. They would leave at precisely 7:00 in the morning after a hearty breakfast of bagel and cream cheese, and they would not return until 8:00 at night. This was their daily routine for several years. It would have continued that way if Rosie Botley had not become pregnant with her first child, whom she named Doris Botley after the child’s grandmother.

Doris Botley was perfectly normal as well. She was incredibly vain and cried more than usual, but her parents figured she was a wonder child none the less. And so, they expected the same when Rosie gave birth to her second child, a boy named Gavin.

Gavin and his sister could not have been more different. While she was putting on fashion shows, Gavin was reading under a tree in the backyard. When Doris tripped and fell she made sure the whole world knew about it. When Gavin slipped he would brush himself off and continue on his way. His sister was going to be a pop star and Gavin was going to be a hermit. Rosie and Donald were very worried about their boy. He never brought friends home, but he always seemed to be hanging around someone at school. And he would spend hours and hours in their backyard, sitting and talking to the trees. Gavin was anything but normal.

As Gavin grew, things only seemed to get stranger. While his mind continued to grow at a normal pace, Gavin’s body growth began to spiral out of control. It wasn’t so much the muscle definition or voice changes that Gavin’s parents found so astounding as much as the hair growth. At age ten, Mr. Botley introduced Gavin to the razor, and by thirteen, Gavin was shaving his face every morning. His parents blamed it on his genetic makeup, calling him an early bloomer. And Gavin was okay with that.

Doris had aged just as any other girl had, perfectly on time. She was very pretty, much like her mother. With her beautiful blonde hair and dazzling brown eyes, Doris was confident she could take on the world. So she decided that she would try. On her eighteenth birthday, sometime before the presents and after the cake, Doris dropped a bomb on her father.

She wanted to move to Hollywood, California. To be an actress.

Donald was nothing less than stupefied. With shaking hands and a horrified look, he pleaded with his daughter to come to her senses. She lived in North Dakota! What would she ever want with a town like Hollywood? All she could expect was sex, drugs, and alcohol! But Doris persisted. With arms crossed, she refused to change her mind. Day after day went by, but Doris remained strong. She would get what she was after, even if it meant her father experiencing a mental meltdown.

And less than three weeks later, Donald Botley cracked. He announced wearily at dinner that they would be relocating a month later. Doris only squealed and hugged her father around the neck, clearly very pleased with herself. All the while Gavin watched from the other side of the table. Hollywood, huh? Well, his sister always knew best.

PRESENT:

When Gavin arrived in Hollywood, he settled down pretty quickly. There were so many treands to follow and people to wait on, it was easy becoming one with the city. He was actually enjoying the move.

And then he met Michael Hanley, and things got even better. His best friend was only to coolest guy on school grounds. Not only was he first clarinet, but he was an activist, too! Oh sweet Jesus!

»the extra

LIKES:

- The outdoors
Michael Hanley
The flute
Sunshine
Classical music
Pretty girls
The feeling of wind

DISLIKES:

-Loud noises
Bullies
Litter bugs
The dark
Being alone
Having to talk
Small spaces

OTHER INFO:

He’s second flute in band, but he’s kind of embarrassed about it outside of the band room.

»the writer

NAME:

Jill

AGE:

*********

GENDER:

Female

RP EXPERIENCE:

STS, some UOAC, neopets, other things...

HOW YOU FOUND STS:

Becket, I believe.

RP SAMPLE:

As much as he hated to admit it, band was seriously the highlight of Gavin's day.

It was a class where order and precision were mandatory to achieve greatness. Heck, even the musicians were sitting in their proper place. It was a class Gavin could just lose himself in. And the good kind of lose, the one where you sit down to play and suddenly an hour's gone by. Unfortunately, this was one of the only classes he experienced such a feeling. He was a band geek through and through, even if it did detract from his social status. But at least band geeks were average, right?

Gavin sat in the front row, exactly three seats away from the first flautist. Taking out the mouthpiece, he carefully read over the sheet music that had been placed on the stand before him. Shostakovitch? He'd seen worse. Squinting in paper's direction, he slowly fingered the notes, humming the rough tune just loud enough to be heard over the brass section sitting directly behind his chair.

"A, G#, B..." he whispered to himself, subconsciously leaning closer to the music stand. The closer got, the quieter the musicians seemed to become behind him. And all at once, the band room melted away. Gavin sat alone, in the midst of nothingness, humming Shostakovitch with his eyes closed. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, laying in a sunny field, taking a morning walk through the wo--

" Hey, what do you think of this new piece we got? Shostakovitch's Folk Dances?"

Snapping back to his usual position on his chair, Gavin looked wildly around for the question's source. Finding only the brown-haired piccolo player sitting next to him, he tried to hide his disappointment in a halfhearted smile. Who was this guy to interrupt such an experience as the one he had just surfaced from? Just a no-good, dirty, rotten...

Michael Hanley. Supreme lord of the Hollywood High School band, and soon to be newest role model. The fake smile quickly turned into a genuine one.

"Oh, it's pretty cool. Interesting flute part, at least." Pausing slightly, Gavin's eyes floated down to his flute, contemplating on how to strike a conversation with such a superior. "So you play piccolo? That's cool. I've always been more of a flautist, though." He turned in his chair to face Michael, smiling from ear to ear. "My name's Gavin, by the way."

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