{ RV } - Gil

|Name|
Lawrence Gilroy "Gil" Quirke
|Gender|
Male
|Age|
25
|Sexuality|
Homosexual
|Species|
Human
|Job|
Delivery Man

|Weight|
132 lbs.
|Height|
5'9"
|Body-type|
Toned muscle, although rather scrawny and nearing underweight.

|Personality|

Friendly
He will often greet others with a broad, slightly crooked grin on his face and a chipper tone.  More than happy to take a few moments to chat or listen to someone, Gil is the type of man that tends to enjoy some good company, even if it is only to lend an ear.  He is more than happy to take a few moments to chat and takes great pleasure in greeting a new face (or general mass.  He does not discriminate against the faceless.)
Optimist
Gil is a 'glass half full of some sort of slimy, unidentifiable substance, but that's okay because, as one can clearly see, it has not eaten through the glass and therefore is not likely to be some sort of acid' sort of guy.  As dark as times might be, he always tries to keep a positive attitude and look for the silver lining.  This can be both a blessing and a curse in the sense that it has often helped in keeping his kind and friendly disposition, although it also means he will tolerate a lot of abuse from most people and is more than likely to blame himself rather than those that take advantage.
Dedicated
Gil didn't get those little beauty marks from being lazy.  He loves his job and likes to believe that has found great purpose as the village as their loyal delivery man.  No matter the weather, no matter if the darkness seems to be drawing near, no matter if your package seems to have smoke coming out of it for no apparent reason, Gil will be on your doorstep with his black bag, happily presenting you with your mail.  After dark, though, you might have to wait until morning.  He only ever broke that rule once and the marks on his shoulder and side are a good reminder as to why he has not done it since.
Curious
Curious actually translates to 'nosy like a rat in a food pantry'.  Gil is more than happy to indulge in some local gossip and can sometimes put his nose where it really should not be.  He often means well, but there is admittedly a twisted delight he takes in knowing a little more than he should.  He also enjoys learning and can actually be quite sharp, always intrigued by the world.  If not for the fact that he simply never learned to read, he'd likely be quite the bookworm.
Naive
Gil is very easy to take advantage of.  His ability to get easily invested and being very forgiving of other's faults often means that he is not very good at saying 'no' or recognizing when someone is toying with him.  He can be a bit too trusting, especially if it is someone he views as a friend.
Secretive
When it comes down to personal matters, Gil is all take and no give.  If the subject is turned to him, he will often do his best to change the topic or dismiss it entirely.  If pressed, his personality will flip into a much more shy and reserved disposition.  He will not even tell anyone that he's gay unless he is positive of their position on it or if someone is making advances toward him, in which case he feels it would simply be rude not to say anything.

|Likes/Dislikes|

+ His job - He feels it gives him purpose.
+ Early Autumn - Still warm enough not to have snow and cool enough to enjoy the fresh air.
+ Gossip - He loves a good story
+ Animals - If there is a person and their pet, the person immediately becomes secondary.
+ Fresh Air - If it were not for that which lurks after dark, Gil would likely live outside.
+ Buttons - He collects them.  There are a surprising amount of different buttons.

- Winter - Snow and ice and cold.
- His first name ... and partially his second name - "Lawrence sounds too formal and Gilroy sounds too weird."
- Liars - He is a very trusting person and feels very betrayed, even holding a grudge, if that trust is broken.
- Talking about himself - It makes him more than a little uncomfortable most of the time
- Being ignored - He finds it to be very rude.  He will leave if you ask him politely, but otherwise he will be very persistent.
- Weapons - Unless it's something used in every day work such as a kitchen knife, he gets rather uncomfortable around weapons of any sort.
*** UPDATE ***
- His scars or people talking about them - He's kinda sensitive about it, especially because he doesn't want anyone to see him as ugly or intimidating.

|History|

"So let me tell you the story of how I killed a man ..."

Nowadays, Gil is your friendly neighborhood mailman with a big, lopsided smile on his face.  He does not discriminate against gender, sexuality, not even your species.  However, it was not always like that.  Gil grew up among a group of nomadic hunters.  Not so much a tribe as mercenaries for hire that hunted creatures in the night.  He was raised to believe that anything that was not human was to be treated like an animal.  According to his father, dangerous animals had to be hunted and killed before they could do any more damage.  There was no hate or fear, simply a twisted mindset passed down through the generations.  They were highly traditional, sticking to a very old code that carved the way the hunters lived their lives.
Gil started training at the age of 15 and, as per tradition, he began his apprenticeship at the ripe age of 17.  He would follow his father and mother on hunts and would often scout for the party with another apprentice.  He actually got quite good at it, with a body fit for being quick and agile and a keen eye for spotting the supposed 'monsters'.  However, one thing continued to plague him through the years.  These creatures the hunters sought had always been taught to him as beasts, feral, or sub-human.  In the eyes of the hunters, they hunted a vampire much like one would hunt a bear.  They were not supposed to be intelligent beings with complex emotion.  However, Gil could not deny the look of fear and desperation these creatures had in their eyes.  The hunts did not set well with him, but it was tradition.  What could he possibly do?
He first broke tradition when he discovered a certain fondness for another apprentice.  That would not be quite so taboo if not for the fact it was a man.  Gil eventually even began to see this apprentice from time to time, sneaking away in the night where it became a romantic relationship.  It never became sexual, although the mere fact that they were together in this way would have them both exiled if their families knew.  This went on for about a good couple years before finally the other apprentice broke it off, unable to handle the stress of hiding from the hunters.
At the age of 20, he finally took on the mantle of hunter, just as his father and mother before him.  Gil is ashamed to say that he cannot remember the name of the first creature he killed.  He just remembers that she was a necromancer.  A nearby town had reported sightings of walking skeletons and they eventually were able to track the source.  She was an older woman, not yet old but with a few wrinkles of age coming to her features.  He could still recall how conflicted he was when his father urged him to fire his pistol.  She was so ... human, so afraid.  It occurred to him that the skeletons did not even seem hostile unless attacked first.  However, fearing the hunter's reactions, he swallowed dryly and eventually managed to pull the trigger.
From that day on what had been just a general unpleasantness became a deep seated conflict within him.  Gil honed his skills with ranged weapons, particularly his flintlock pistol and crossbow, though the feeling that this was all morally wrong never seemed to fade.  He cannot remember most of the faces, only what they were.  A vampire, an elemental, a shapeshifter ... the list went on for a solid two years.  It was their way of life, after all.  Then came the night when Gil finally reached his limit.  The hunters had been hired yet again, this time by a noble who wanted the head of a demon that had supposedly put a curse on his family.  They tracked it down, finding a small hideaway deep within the woods.  The hunters, as per protocol, set up traps and waited for the next night to flush him out.  They did not know much about it, only that it might have been some sort of goblin or imp as the man described it as having a small stature.  Gil was teamed up with another hunter to guard one of the pitfall traps.
It was barely light enough to see when the hunt began.  The demon fled and it was not long before Gil heard their trap spring.  Quickly, he and his partner ran to corner it.  Well, it was not a goblin.  The did not make things better, however.  It was indeed a demon, but still just a mere child.  Gil halted his partner, hesitating.  For a moment, his partner argued with him, telling him that if the demon grew up, it would only cause more trouble.  The boy cowered in the pit, crying.  Gil began to argue back, trying to defend it.  He could hear the other hunters drawing near.  The other raised his own weapon to take care of the demon, however Gil stood in front of him, not allowing it.  He could see the lights from the torches now in the distance.  Things were getting heated and finally, when his fellow hunter reached for his own, Gil drew his pistol and shot the man.
He will never forget the look of shock and betrayal on the man's face that night.  He clutched his wound before Gil, knowing the hunters would come running, delivered another shot into the man's head.  At least he would not suffer.  Acting quickly, fear running through his veins, he helped the demon out of the pit and, carrying the child on his back, made a run for it.  He does not know how long he ran that night.  It felt like the forest would never end and his head was still too dizzy from everything that had happened to concentrate on anything more than getting out of that wretched wood.  After what seemed like hours, he finally reached the edge of the forest, collapsing to catch his breath.  The boy clambered off his back and went to help him, but Gil insisted the demon run away to somewhere safe.  It took a bit of convincing, but eventually the child offered a word of thanks before disappearing down a nearby trail.
Gil was left without a family, without a home, without anything more than his crossbow, his pistol, and the clothes on his back.  He discarded most of this, starting a six-month long run from the hunters and seeking some form of sanctuary, anything to finally escape his past.  He moved from place to place, not staying long as sometimes he would catch word of his family or someone would start growing suspicious.  He needed a place to disappear.
Then he finally found it : Rumpleton Village.
He had been wandering in the wilderness for days, having discarded most of his things from the past, save for the flintlock pistol and a satchel that held a couple rations and supplies.  Finally, he stumbled upon a village that seemed like a blessing.  It was hidden away from the world, filled with creatures of all sorts, where everyone lived peacefully, albeit with a few rules here and there.  It took some getting used to, but Gil was more than happy when he found they needed a new delivery man.  If there was anything he was good at, it was running and traveling from place to place.  It was not the most glorious job in the world, nor did he have the best living quarters, but soon he felt as though he had truly found a home in this quaint little village.
Since then, Gil has lived happily in Rumpleton.  He refuses to speak of his time before living in this town and the only reminder he has is the pistol he keeps in a drawer by his bedside table.  He does go through bouts of depression when home alone, but once he steps outside and greets his neighbors, he finds another reason to keep living.  So is the tale of Gil the ever faithful delivery man.  Come rain or shine, come dark or light, come suspicious looking parcels that feel as though they might combust at some point, he will be there with a crooked smile and a happy tune.

|Other|
- Gil has very good aim and a sharp eye
- Gil is built for speed and agility.  He will likely lose a fist fight, but that does not mean he won't be able to find an escape route.
- He's saving up to buy a pet that he can ride.  As much as he likes a good run, it would be nice to have the option
- The scar above his right eye is pre-Rumpleton.  If asked about it, he'll usually dismiss it or say that he got it when he was a kid by being reckless.
- As stated above, Gil cannot read, at least not very well.  He knows enough to be able to match numbers with the house numbers and can generally match the look of the letters to those on a shop in order to make his deliveries, but he's ashamed that he really does not understand most of it.  He's a bit sensitive about this, though, and typically tries to hide it.
-Lives above the post office
*** UPDATE ***
- Burn scars gained from a fight with the Rumpleton Collective.  A bit of a long story, but all one needs to know is he used a knife to ride it in an attempt to distract it and then ended up as collateral damage.  Well, he tried.  He failed.  But he tried.
Pre-Fight : Here

|RP Preferences|
Notes, Chat, might be convinced to do skype if I'm interested enough.  Generally tend to do paragraph styled posts.
As for content, I'm pretty much up for rp'ing anything, really.