This is nothing to LOL about!
...i shouldn't...I shouldn't...I SHOULDN'T...
But I will, since I was in the original.
Appearance: Day 3 Onwards
Gavin, due to his being a mage and not having much interest in sports, has a slender build. He isn't muscular, but thanks to the lengths he had to go through to save his mother, he isn't skinny, either. he wears black and white tennis shoes most of the time and almost always wears light blue jeans.
On the back of his left hand is a sigil that seems to be a variation of a hexagram, a symbol that represents Gavin's pact with two of the princes of Hell, Mammon and Beelzebub. Originally, it was a pentagram (which is known as a Mark of Baal (Beelzebub)), but when he made a pact with Mammon, it became a hexagram. In an attempt staunch it's effects, as well as to hide the sigil, Gavin wears a gray fingerless glove (called a Glove of Adept Sealing) on his left hand. The seal purpose is to seal the hexagram's power should it lose control. After failing to meet the conditions for his pact with Mammon, Gavin's right arm was amputated and his left became completely covered by the sigil.
On the back of his left hand is a sigil that seems to be a variation of a hexagram, a symbol that represents Gavin's pact with two of the princes of Hell, Mammon and Beelzebub. Originally, it was a pentagram (which is known as a Mark of Baal (Beelzebub)), but when he made a pact with Mammon, it became a hexagram. In an attempt staunch it's effects, as well as to hide the sigil, Gavin wears a gray fingerless glove (called a Glove of Adept Sealing) on his left hand. The seal purpose is to seal the hexagram's power should it lose control.
Prior to Day 2
Gavin, due to his being a mage and not having much interest in sports, has a slender build. He isn't muscular, but thanks to the lengths he had to go through to save his mother, he isn't skinny, either. he wears black dress shoes most of the time and almost always wears light blue jeans.
On the back of his left hand is a sigil that seems to be a variation of a pentagram, this is the what Gavin has to represent his being a Deva Mage. In an attempt staunch it's effects, as well as to hide the sigil, Gavin wears a black fingerless glove with a seal on the back on his left hand. The seal is really meant to decrease the power of his abilities, as he does not have complete control over them yet.
Personality: Gavin, like most mages, is incredibly smart. Unlike most mages, however, Gavin's intelligence is not inherent, and technically speaking, is not natural. He had to read and learn for years upon years to gain the intellectual prowess that he had. Along with this, he is the type of person who relies on logic, but isn't quick to deny the illogical or the supernatural; in fact, he enjoys examining such things.
Gavin is, for the most part, a relaxed person. He's not the type to get mad easily, largely because he's not exactly sure what would happen if he let the sigil be controlled by his emotions. He can get along well with others, but there is just one major quirk: he has trouble filtering what he should say and what he shouldn't say. It's not always a problem, and usually he doesn't say anything particularly insulting.
Gavin is also the type to ponder and lose himself in thought about...pretty much anything. He likes to think. A lot. Because of this, he can take almost literally anything and think about it in depth for a couple seconds to as long as hours.
History: Gavin was originally not a mage; rather, he was born a human. Gavin was exposed to youkai at an early age, Inuyasha being one show in particular that piqued his interest in youkai. Still, he didn't believe in youkai, he felt that he was too smart for that. Gavin was the type to lose himself in his books- and not just any books, educational books, specifically. It didn't matter to him who they were for because he had an incredibly irregular interest that would make most people faint at the thought: an interest in learning. He actually had fun reading books that other people would groan at the sight of, and he didn't care whether they were too advanced for him or not. This made his parents proud.
It goes without saying that Gavin flew through school with flying colors. People often called him out for not having to trying in school and even cheating. He simply ignored these people, as it was simply his hobby benefiting his education. He actually had trouble understanding how people had trouble understanding most things in school. He had a lot of friends, though. Some of them you might call "exploitative", but he also had some who were genuine. His was indeed a good life, a life so rare that most people he knew envied him for something he didn't have control of. In a sense, his intellect was natural, and there was nothing that could be done about that.
One day, when Gavin was 15, he walked by a Fantasy Shop; a store that specialized in fantastic objects, literature, clothing- you name it. He'd never been in a store like that since he found that they were FAR too eccentric for his tastes, but it was on his route to school, so he passed by it everyday, each time his curiosity rose a little more. He was greeted by a crafty individual...well, "crafty" in that he was wearing a costume most likely worn by all employees for immersion. Gavin made to look around, and did so for a while, as he was quite interested in a lot of what the store had to offer. There were parts of mythical creatures, legendary weapons, costumes, and even fictional food; however, what truly caught Gavin's attention were the grimoires. These books were about a large variety of things, though mainly they were about magic spells, incantations, rituals, summoning otherworldly creatures and the like. He grabbed a rather large amount of them and bought them. His interest in magic was largely a product of his natural interest in Fantasy. One would think that he was too much of a logical person to delve into the Dark Arts, and he was. He studied them for entertainment only, he wasn't so much interested in performing them as he was interested in how they worked and how they made sense to people. It was entertainment for him.
It was, until his mother came down with a terminal illness. In the beginning, they were hopeful that the illness is benign, but that hope quickly fades as her illness ravages her system and the becomes terribly sick and bedridden. This took an incredible toll on Gavin. He would go from school to home, often losing himself in thought and wouldn't even touching his books; it were as if he were a robot doing only what he needed to do. His father was concerned, but he was rarely able to be with Gavin very often due to his job, leaving Gavin home alone more often than not. This went on for a couple months, until he tripped over his grimoires one day. He looked at it, lifeless and emotionless, and then his eyes lit up. It was not hope or happiness that filled his eyes, however; it was out of desperation. He didn't hesitate to try out the curative spells that were in the grimoires. Day after day, month after month, he would do all that he could to make the various spells work, and each day he became more and more desperate, as if he had almost become possessed, if not addicted to magic. Still, he was not able to make the incantations and spells work, no matter how hard he tried, but he didn't give up. He couldn't. In some ways, he was starting to enjoy the practices.
Then, a miracle. A call came from the hospital, and the disease seemed to have miraculously disappeared from his mother's system; she'd need time to recover in the hospital, though. Gavin was ecstatic at hearing this, and it was as if all life had returned to the boy, when in truth, the opposite was true. After getting the call, a burning sensation came over his left hand and a sigil that seemed to be a variation of a pentagram appeared to be burned into his skin. At noticing this, his eyes turned white with fear. He read through each grimoire several times, he knew the repercussions. What shocked him was that the spell worked at all. He's tried thousands upon thousands of times and nothing happened, he wasn't sure exactly what was so unique about that one try that actually caused it to work.
Unbeknownst to Gavin, he had become so obsessed with the Dark Arts, so addicted to the rush and excitement of each enchantment, each incantation, each spell, that the obsession over came him, and that the Dark Arts became him. It didn't matter, though, not anymore. The symbol on his hand represented a pact with Beelzebub, one that could not be broken. What did the pact entail? That he gained the power to wield destructive magic. In essence, this may sound good, especially for a human turned mage, but these powers were not conventional. The magic was not natural; no, instead the magic was that of Hell itself, given to Gavin by Beelzebub. In other words, he was no ordinary mage, he was both artificial and demon; an abomination in every sense of the word. He was a mage that had entered a pact with a demon, a Deva Mage.
Also, because of a failure to meet certain conditions set by a prince of Hell, Gavin only has one arm, that arm being his left, the one that he casts magic with.
Code: Durian Strawberry