Gail

⇁ Kalon: #950

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⇁ Gender: Trans Man (he/him)

⇁ Age: Adult

⇁ Orientation: Pansexual

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⇁ Occupation: Potion Brewer

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⇁ Extra: has never gotten a good nights rest, ever,

Gail is a young witch who is learning the technicalities of potion brewing. Whilst this wasn't his first choice of specialty, the letter he found, as well as the horrors he has witnessed has harrowed him to the bone. He studies intensely so that some day, he will perfect this age old potion. For his old mentor's sake. And for his.

He's a rather soft kalon; he never tries to intentionally hurt anybody, and he keeps to himself. He's all in all rather gentle. He deeply cares about every tree and bush. He wants nothing more than for him, and those around him to just be happy.

Though of course, this can't be so. Some must fall as the cost of the preservation of others–such is life. A difficult lesson he's had to learn. Taking up potion brewing has made him come to terms with this; some of the ingredients he needs are less than favorable to obtain (such as a kalon's shine–he's done some things to other kalons that he's rather not talk about for those...) It deeply wounds him that this is the case, yet his desire to avenge his mentor (and ultimately save himself...?) weighs far more than his morals do.

He lives in a forest just beyond a small town, that is very archaic in their mannerisms. Several other witches reside in this forest with him, however, they cannot live in groups. It's far too dangerous to travel in packs, as the townspeople don't take too kindly to witches. They are scattered; each have their own hiding space in the forest. Though, they meet by the riverside at the first full moon of every month.

Witches of Gail's coven are strictly born female bodied, however it is not uncommon for witches to end up identifying as male or gender-nonconforming. This is pretty well accepted within their community, and so Gail faces no problems within his social circle because of it.

He feels a touch inadequate with his skills. He knew that he still had a lot to learn under his mentor-- and his training was cut short by the incident. The only opportunity he has to ask questions is at the witch meetings every month, though even there he doesn't ask too many. He's afraid that others will start to see him as inadequate too. He frequents the books in his mentor's study in hopes of finding the answers. If not, it's mere experimentation.