DAAE, gustave

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DAAE, Gustave Erik

”'Know what I love best?' Lotte said,
'Is when I'm asleep in my bed and the
Angel of Music sings songs in my head...'"



| zac efron |

The basics

full name| Gustav Isak Lares
allias|| Gustave Daaé
gender|| Male
age|| 24
sexuality|| Bisexual
race|| Blue Vampyre
occupation|| Music/Literature Instructor (House of Night)
cannon|| Original

A couple more details

eye color|| Blue
hair|| Though usually a dark brown in colour, he has been known to switch the colour to black.
height|| 6"1
weight||145lbs
build|| Very lithe in stature, so much so that one would be inclined to believe him harmless if they didn't know any better.
nationality|| Swedish
permanent marks|| The tattoos present on his face, including the filled-in blue crescent, which is surrounding by whimsical designs - wispy and flighty in nature, that manage to be relatively simple yet give the illusion of complication.
other|| He has an affinity to music uncommon even to something with his particular "gift."

We all have strengths, weaknesses, fears, secrets. What's yours?

likes||

Music, singing, playing instruments, composing/idly playing out melodies in his head, and literature.

dislikes||

Tone deaf individuals, Kalona, traitors to the House of Night, people incapable of taking things seriously, and 'followers.'

weaknesses||

Spicy foods, music, people capable of creating beautiful music, chilly/breezy nights, and the fact that he's not particularly strong.

strengths||

Music, the ability to create gorgeous sounds whenever he picks up an instrument, the fact that he's more perceptive than people give him credit for, his patience, and his intelligence.

fears||

Kalona and his Red Fledglings, along with any others on his side. He also harbours a small fear for his High Priest; however, he is not scared of him.

secrets||

*He chose his last name, Daae, based on Christine Daae from The Phantom of the Opera, and changed his middle name from Isak to Erik after the titular character of the same novel.
*He's bisexual, and has been ever since he could remember.

key traits||
Musical || One of his most defining traits, Gustave lives and breathes music.
Perceptive || He's often the first person to see something.
Quiet || When not teaching, it's rare to see him in the middle of a group of people.
Intelligent || He's in possession of a sharp, fast-working mind, though it often strays.
Bisexual || He doesn't let gender cloud his mind.

Now lets get a bit more in depth

mother|| Susann Lares
father|| Mikael Lares
siblings|| None.
other|| Mordred, his black-and-white tabby cat.
history||

Growing up, Gustave had always belonged to a normal, warm household - the kind that always had a fire blazing in the hearth during winter, and the windows open during summer. The song of Swedish-Canadian parents, he lived in Canada up until his seventh birthday, upon which his parents left their home in Toronto, Ontario in favour of living in the USA due to a job transfer his father received. A quiet child, Gustave had always possessed an affinity for music, his mother teaching him piano as soon as he was old enough to properly understand what it was. Even before that she had always sung to him, and to this day he remembers the sound of her lovely voice.
Though never in possession of a ton of friends, Gustave was nevertheless happy, which was made all the more apparently when someone played music he enjoyed. People would often remark on how he just seemed to visibly perk up at the sound of a melody, and cringe when something he disliked was played instead. Even so, it was known that Gustave could be a very critical person when he wanted to be.

At the proper age Gustave was marked by a Tracker, just outside the music room of his school and in front of two or three other kids whom he had - and still did, though they had definitely grown apart - considered his friends. One of them, knowing exactly what had happened, forcibly led the stunned Gustave from the school building, piled him into a car and drove him home to his parents, who were shocked and very apprehensive but nonetheless prepared to do whatever it was necessary to ensure their son survived. They brought him to the House of Night where, after ruthlessly questioning the current High Priestess, Zoey Redbird, they said quiet goodbyes and left.

Though never opposed to his name, Gustave nonetheless switched his surname from Lares to Daae, after Christine Daae from Andrew Lloyd Webber's famous Broadway musical. He also switched his middle name from Isak to Erik, the Phantom's real name. It had always been his favourite, even as a very young child, and to him the name just seemed to fit better, while also voicing his deep connection to the music he loved so dearly - something Nyx noticed and responded to with a gift that enhanced his musical abilities, allowing him to play any instrument he placed his fingers on, as well as blessing him with the vine-like tattoos that frame his face.

After graduating, Gustave took over the music and literature classes.

key points||

• Swedish-Canadian
• Always been musical
• Supportive family
• Change his name from Gustave Isak Lares to Gustave Erik Daae
• Gifted with an affinity for music

Who are you really?

name|| Sherlock
age|| --
experience|| 4+ years
how you found us || Affiliates

role play sample||

Caspar just watched her steadily, not saying anything while she seemed to think something through. He wouldn't presume to know what it was, and his best guess was that it was something along the lines of "mortals don't understand" - that's usually how it went. And in a way, it was the truth - he didn't understand, because with each year he grew older, and with each day his appearance changed a little more, never staying the same, never one coming close to perfection when it came to appearances - that was something the immortals had. Vampires had the perfect grace; the perfect means of slinking around and surprising their prey through speed and cunning. Werewolves had the perfect build for hunting in terms of strength - muscles, well defined, were visible on every open inch of skin, and he could even see them on the lycan across from him.
In Caspar's mind, humans were a blend of both - masters of nothing but what they chose to at least try and perfect. Lycans and vampires didn't have that choice, he supposed, but then again they became the automatic masters of one thing or another. Humans never could - they could just try and learn as much as possible in the hopes that it would be useful to them one day, like Caspar had. He supposed this was why he had broadened from just archery into fighting with melee weapons, to build up pure physical strength as opposed to just plain speed. Instead of specializing in just one and being perfect, now he was a feared hunter, because he had harnessed both abilities to his will and could execute them with determination that would mirror and make a mockery of what the immortals called their own.
In a way, he almost preferred it like that. He supposed he could see where not having that choice would be devastating.

His mind was torn back to the present when she spoke again, though, and Caspar was silently amused and simultaneously a little awed by how long the conversation had been going. Yes, he had conversed with a couple people he had met over time, but those had been short discussions, more about safety and where they would end up as opposed to just... mundane things. Or as close to mundane as one could get going this sort of thing. It was almost refreshing - not quite, but as close as he had come to it since the hunting mission and the subsequent deaths of over twenty people.
"He probably will," he placated her, careful not to soften his voice, instead keeping it strong and constant. "And he knows that, I assure you. But it ties into your claim that werewolves were peaceful, once upon a time. I assure you they weren't - they were always fighting vampires. You cannot claim yourself peaceful when even my mentioning of them riles you up." Of course, it made him angry too - even the thought of vampires was enough to blacken his mood permanently, his mind plummeting into thoughts of death, destruction, the screams that just wouldn't go away oh Lord please make them stop. But he had never claimed to be peaceful, either. He knew he killed, and he killed as painfully as he could. If Hell hadn't permanently moved itself to Earth, he would have flown straight there after his death.
But now he supposed it didn't really matter.

The hunter stilled, though, as he witnessed her change in mood. He had not expected that sort of response, and it surprised him enough for him to freeze almost completely, muscles seizing up as he tried to gauge the mood of the creature in front of him - human and not, all at once.
But he supposed he put too much value into the trait of "humanity" these days.
He watched her now - watched her conceal her pain and her loss under the guise of a self-righteous sense of justice that he found so revolting in immortal creatures - a streak of hypocrisy that would never go away or be acknowledged, no matter how many times it was pointed out. He had only met one who had been willing to see and accept that, but he had died shortly thereafter - a victim of the vampire queen.
The amount of information he could gather from just one reaction never ceased to amaze him. But he did not push the matter - he had unintentionally brought up a sore spot he sensed she didn't appreciate, but at the same time he did not apologize. He sensed she had had enough people offer false sympathy, or just useless sympathy in general. And he doubted the word of a stranger would console her - she had only just met him, after all, and his words would mean absolutely nothing. So he stayed quiet, watching her quietly, keeping his judgments to himself as he slowly placed his arrow back in its proper place, the bow slung onto his shoulder almost as an afterthought.