Gael Ansout
Name: Gael Ansout
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Nationality: Fairden
Bio: Born in a small rural town Gael had a rough childhood. He never knew his father, and his mother was quite sickly, often relying on Gael to make money for the both of them. Even from a young age it was clear that he had an inclination for the occult, and as such used his fledgling powers in order to read the fortunes of curious travelers, in exchange for some food or a bit of coin. Word eventually spread that what this boy said was oftentimes true, and as a result he began to get more and more customers. Things were, for the first time in a long time, looking up for him. This all came crashing down when his mother took a turn for the worst and passed away. Gael blamed himself, figuring that he should've been able to see that she was getting worse, and done something about it.
For awhile he kept himself shut away, unwilling to speak to anyone, much less read any fates. While he would eventually come to dust himself off and move on, it's clear that this is something that still lingers at the back of his mind, and something that he'll never be able to forgive himself for.
After the death of his mother nothing was keeping him in the small town that he called home, and he instead made the long, harsh journey to the capital city, in the hopes that he would be able to get more clientele there. This turned out to be both true and false. While he did still get customers, most people who spoke with him were naysayers. It seemed that the city wasn't as open to the concept of "witchcraft" as the country was. Still Gael refused to leave his new home, and has remained ever since.
He gets enough customers to keep him afloat, if just barely. It's not uncommon for him to go to bed hungry. He hopes that, eventually, he'll get some kind of big break that allows him to break out of this ceaseless poverty, though those hopes dwindle by the day.
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Nationality: Fairden
Bio: Born in a small rural town Gael had a rough childhood. He never knew his father, and his mother was quite sickly, often relying on Gael to make money for the both of them. Even from a young age it was clear that he had an inclination for the occult, and as such used his fledgling powers in order to read the fortunes of curious travelers, in exchange for some food or a bit of coin. Word eventually spread that what this boy said was oftentimes true, and as a result he began to get more and more customers. Things were, for the first time in a long time, looking up for him. This all came crashing down when his mother took a turn for the worst and passed away. Gael blamed himself, figuring that he should've been able to see that she was getting worse, and done something about it.
For awhile he kept himself shut away, unwilling to speak to anyone, much less read any fates. While he would eventually come to dust himself off and move on, it's clear that this is something that still lingers at the back of his mind, and something that he'll never be able to forgive himself for.
After the death of his mother nothing was keeping him in the small town that he called home, and he instead made the long, harsh journey to the capital city, in the hopes that he would be able to get more clientele there. This turned out to be both true and false. While he did still get customers, most people who spoke with him were naysayers. It seemed that the city wasn't as open to the concept of "witchcraft" as the country was. Still Gael refused to leave his new home, and has remained ever since.
He gets enough customers to keep him afloat, if just barely. It's not uncommon for him to go to bed hungry. He hopes that, eventually, he'll get some kind of big break that allows him to break out of this ceaseless poverty, though those hopes dwindle by the day.
