Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Gaius van Baelsar Legatus of the XIVth Legion Side-blog to garlean-nonsense I do not ship Livia x Gaius. Ko-Fi OOC Info + Other Accts FFXIV Character List WoW Character List

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pet me

“What? Why? Are you going feral?”

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Can we like, talk about all the theater classes you must have taken in your youth? Was it an elective at the Academy or something? //HeroHikara-wol

Gaius took his time responding. He slowly drained his glass of bourbon and considered the ice that remained. How best to respond? The internal struggle that played out on his face...

The former Legatus’s gaze flicked over @herohikara-wol and he absently said, “Oh, it was not just an elective. I was president of the Theatre Club for much of my time there.”

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maybe you should vacantly stare into this fire while stoking it with a large branch and you will calm down

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sigh....................................................PLEASE let me out of your coat?

Fiiiiine ugh

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LET ME OUT OF YOUR COAT IT SMELLS OF DUST AND DISAPPOINTMENT

Excuse you

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*hides a dozen of these in his jacket* I don’t hear any mewing, you hear mewing?

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“Says the man who got his base blown up because he sided with the Ascians’ village idiot.”

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Hey old man, teach me how to shoot.

"What? Stop calling me 'old man'. I am not teaching you to shoot." He set the cleaning rag down that he was using on Heirsbane and he squinted at Rham. "Why do you wish to know how to shoot?"

[firebend]

she’s been writing for minutes now :/

[storysongandstars]

Imagine your OTP

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"All of your plans are terrible."

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(seductively licks lips)

(grabs your wrist)

(furiously hits you with your own hand)

WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF WHY AR

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@gaius-says ;; cont’d.

The scarf slid from his fingers and he made no effort to keep hold. In truth, he could punch the elder for asking him such a thing. But Rhamjir was nothing if not good at keeping his emotions hidden behind a stonewall poker face.

“Hmph,” it was more of an amused snort than a scoff, keeping himself closed with his arms crossed over his chest, “Is that a challenge?”

Gaius’s words following almost made Rhamjir laugh, but he instead settled for the slight tilt of his head. Firstly, he hadn’t even expected the other’s interest to be piqued. If anything, he figured disgust would be his response.

“So never, then?” his words were perhaps a bit harsher than he intended, but the Ascian threat would likely not pass even within the lifespan of one such as Hraesvelgr, much less the former Legatus before him. Rhamjir, at least, had very little hope of anything better.

“Your loss,” said he with a shrug.

This wasn’t the kind of conversation he thought to have with Gaius after so long. But if they were to trade verbal blows, he supposed this was as good a topic as any.

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Rhamjir was one of the few people that Gaius simply could not read. It was likely mutual: Gaius was very good at hiding his own feelings, too. He actually did scoff that time, the other fellow’s statement was just that ridiculous.

“I do not have the time to be issuing such challenges. You know that.”

Of course, the other man picking up on the implied timeframe of ‘not in a million years’ as quickly as he did produced genuine surprise, and Gaius arched a brow.

“Likely never,” his confirmation was blunt. “I cannot let the Ascians get away with what they have done, and I cannot let them pull off what they seek to do.”

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“Tell me what you want to do to me.” (IDK IDK)

nsfw starters ;; accepting ;; @garlean-nonsense / @gaius-says

Such was a question unexpected, with Rhamjir’s ears twitching and briefly wondering if perhaps he heard the man right. He glared at him with some suspicion, moving close with light-footed steps placed evenly upon the soil beneath. Once close enough, he reached a hand to coil around the orange scarf about the man’s neck and gave it a tug to pull him down closer to his level.

“Nothing you would not agree to… but I would ensure that you offer your voice in a primitive howl–an offering–to the moon above in ecstasy and agony both,” were his words whispered–a warning, and heartfelt promise.

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Gaius had not expected a direct response. He had expected the man would not be able to properly respond to the question, or would brush it aside, so he was rather surprised to find himself tugged down to the Miqo’te’s level.

His words sparked something in the old Legatus that he couldn’t quite put his finger on: like a twisting of his innards, with a slight pang of... something.

As if part of him wanted what was being offered.

And yet.

Baelsar snorted and straightened, jerking his scarf free of the other man’s grip. “It takes much to put me in agony, Rhamjir. You have satisfied my curiosity, however; perhaps there will be an opportunity once I have slaked my thirst for vengeance.”

He didn’t state the obvious: he was more likely to die first.

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sticks his tongue proboscis into gaius's ear and sucks out his brain

Bold of you to assume he has a brain

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climbs on gaius's head bc in addition to being the wol he is also a fashionable hat

“... What is this.”

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Profile: Gaius van Baelsar

full name.  Gaius van Baelsar pronunciation. Guy-us van ballsack? nicknames.  Do not try to give this man any nicknames it will end badly. height. 6′6″ - 6′9″ (I honestly don’t know) age. 57 zodiac. N/A languages. Garlean, Eorzean, likely a couple of other languages relating to the territories he’s conquered.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour.  Brown eye colour.  Pale yellow skin tone.  Red-brown body type.  “A bit... crisp since my defeat.” accent.  Garlean. dominant hand.  Right. posture.  Perfect. scars. Since the fall of Castrum Meridianum? Second-and-third degree burn scars over much of his body. His helmet saved his face, at least. There are other scars that have since been obscured by the burns. tattoos.  None most noticeable features.   His third eye, his commanding presence. If you’re an Ascian: the gunblade in his hand.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth.  Somewhere in Ilsabard. He doesn’t talk about it, and he was born about 7 years before the Empire was founded. hometown. ??? birth weight / height.  ??? manner of birth.  “I hatched.” first words.  “Why is this important?” siblings.  None. parents.  Dead. parental involvement. Full. He was raised by both parents, with his father being involved in the military.

ADULT LIFE

occupation.  Legatus. current residence.  None, wandering. close friends.  THEY’RE DEAD. relationship status. N/A financial status.  He has nothing. The clothes on his back, his gunblade, his life, and that thirst for revenge. driver’s license.  Gaius can operate various war machina. criminal record.  None. vices.  Hard liquor, the occasional cigarette or cigarillo.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.  Bisexual. romantic orientation. ^ preferred emotional role.  submissive | dominant | switch  |  unsure > He’s never been very good with emotion in the romantic sense. preferred sexual role.  submissive  |  dominant  > When he does get the inclination, it’s usually in a fit of frustration as his libido finally gets to a point where he can’t ignore it. It’s go hard or go home at that stage. |  switch  |  sex repulsed | likes to fight for dominance if with a larger, stronger partner libido. high, though he can ignore it for a good, long while. turn ons. Strong-willed, independent sorts. Being teased (in public AND private). Partners that adhere to societal expectations in public while doing anything but in private. Battle. Gaius flatly states: “The sound of my own voice, according to some former subordinates.” turn offs. “It would be far simpler to state what does not.” love language. A mixture of physical touch and acts of service. relationship tendencies.  Before everything went to hell he tended toward casual relationships that were heavy on sex and light on everything else. His career didn’t allow him much time for what he called “such frivolities”, and the rare time that Feelings started to crop up he’d cut things off. Good work, Legatus.

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song.  Who Made Who and/or Back in Black, AC/DC hobbies to pass the time.  A lot of reading. mental illnesses. PTSD relating to Meridianum, most likely. physical illnesses. There are/were complications relating to the severe burns, he’s still healing and he will be for some time. Infections happen that leave him out of commission for weeks at a time (or that should, but he just fights through it all), and he’s never not in some kind of pain. left or right brained. fears. More failure. self confidence level.  It... depends on the day. His self confidence was pretty much unshakable before his fall, and he’s confident in his abilities against the Ascians... but that took a fair bit of work. Sometimes, though, he’s reminded of his failures and it takes him into some pretty dark places. vulnerabilities. His recklessness, his desire for vengeance.

tagged by: @sectnocturnal tagging:Yooou!

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idea: gaius hunting ascians with a saw cleaver and a blunderbuss

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the only thing keeping me from finally achieving ultimate Grumpy Old Man status is not having a front lawn i can get mad at people for walking on

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