.Time Zone: cst
.How Did You Hear About Us? bathroom wall
.Is This Your First RPG? mayhaps
.Did You Read The Rules? I wanna paint it with stripes, grey is such a boring color
.full name: Gavin James Emerson
.hometown: Toledo, OH
.hair: brown/dirty blonde
.personality: Gavin appears to be nothing like his brother. He loves margins and discipline and makes lists in his sleep; he doesn’t quit and he follows through with things when he gives his word. He’s most like his mother, and sometimes he finds it hard to be with his family, no matter how much he loves them.
At first look, Gavin is a very quiet boy. He’s always been a very withdrawn boy, even with friends and family. He’s been known to let loose at random times though, like when he was 12 and Micheal Phelps did amazing at the summer Olympics, he was on a bouncing high for days (his family was almost ready to start thinking something was wrong with him). But yes, most of the time, he’s a very withdrawn, serious boy. His uncle likes to joke that he’s so serious that he makes up for the rest of his family being so goofy.
Everything that his siblings had trouble learning when it came to manners (especially Flint and Emma), Gavin picked up with ease. He’s polite above all, and truly his mother’s son. He’s got his quirks, which include classic musicals and dancing in the rain, but for the most part he’s a very serious boy. He has a few good friends, but mainly the only people he let’s go of in front of is his family (by the time he lets loose in front of his friends they’re considered family).
.abilities/talents: singing, numbers, and remembering things.
.likes: singing, swimming, being serious, order, school, math, cuddling (sometimes), reading, traveling , his family, Rent, snakes.
.dislikes: loud noises, liars, making stereotypes, being treated like a child, movie sequels, disorder, not understanding things, and clowns.
.family: Mom: Jenna Anne Emerson | Mother: Margret Kay Emerson | Sisters: Eileen Marie Emerson, Emma May Emerson Brother: Flint Gregory Emerson * Uncle: Adam Lee Mason
.religion: Lutheran with an open mind
.school affiliation: Dalton
.history: Born in December, on the 28th day of that month in 1997, Gavin was the second son of the Emerson household, and the last child to be had. He lived with his siblings and his parents in Toledo, Ohio, spending every other summer in Columbus with his uncle (their biological dad) and his siblings.
Even though he was quiet, he never had many problems with finding friends. On the first day of third grade, he made friends with a…not a loud boy, but certainly a very outgoing one, and they’ve been together ever since. Brenton soon became part of their family and honestly, Gavin is more worried about leaving his best friend behind than he is about leaving his moms behind.
Throughout middle school he joined various clubs and a few sports. He wasn’t shy around people, just withdrawn. He played soccer with his siblings every other weekend when it was nice, and joined swim team where he exceeded in the butterfly stroke.
Gavin wasn’t exactly sure what made him want to suddenly transfer to Dalton the summer after his Freshman year (actually he was sure it was because with Trent gone nobody would tell Flint his ideas were stupid and Gavin was very good at doing that). But he knew that he had to go and his moms were, after a bunch of begging and pleading from both him and Flint (and their uncle sometimes) Gavin was allowed to transfer.
.rp sample: Gavin sighed a little as he helped his mother with cleaning up after dinner. He knew that if he was going to bring up the topic to anyone, she would be the one that would have the loudest voice.
“Momma,” he started softly. “I want to transfer to Dalton.” He bit his lip as she continued to wash the dishes, gripping the towel tighter in his hand.
“I was wondering when you were going to ask.” Her voice was soft, her shoulders hunched slightly. He probably shouldn’t have asked, he was their last kid, their baby, but he had to go, for some reason, he knew he had to go. He was the most serious out of the four of them and even though he was the youngest, he knew he had to be there to tell Flint when his ideas were stupid.
“Are you going to let me then?” It was possibly a little too much to ask.
She was still washing the dishes, staring intently down at the dirtied plates. “Maybe. Your mom and I still have to discuss things first.”
Gavin smiled a little, turning back to look at the dishes he was drying. He was happy with that. They would say yes, eventually. He hoped.