maxence danet-fauvel . cis man . he/him ➶ I RECOGNISE THAT FACE ! that’s GABRIEL DOVECOTE , the THIRTY year old STYLIST OF DISTRICT TWO from THE CAPITOL . they’ve been in the capitol around THEIR WHOLE LIFE , long enough to gain a reputation for being so IDEALISTIC & EMOTIONAL . they’re so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character ISN’T part of the uprising )
LOADING PANEM CITIZEN NO. C-87263122... G. DOVECOTE, CAPITOL.
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full name: gabriel nocturn dovecote age: thirty district: the capitol gender: cis man pronouns: he/him sexuality: homoromantic homosexual occupation: stylist for district two status: active public reception: notable for their interesting take on design, highly sought after within the capitol for their concepts medical conditions: none. height: 6′5″ parents: CITIZEN NO. C-23813234; uriel dovecote, CITIZEN NO. C-726312934; aphrodite dovecote. siblings: an older brother & a younger sister ( wanted connections ).
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the dovecotes have always been a staple within capitol society, and it’s something that they’ve seemed to thrive on for decades. people know who they are, people know what their family is doing and although eyes aren’t always on them much like any of the other high families, they’re still known for their resilience to rise above the horrible goings on within the inter-fighting and gossip.
uriel was a stylist in his heyday, one with great renown. founding the ‘house of doves’, the fashion house was quickly recognised for its innovative designs and forward thinking fashion. uriel never wanted two looks to exude the same emotion, to be looked upon the same: every piece was unique, just like his kids. because of this, when it came time for them to grow up as children, each of them may have been held to the same regard, but both parents had a mind for where they wanted their child to go in life. to gabe? they had an idea of perfection for their tender hearted boy. one that, he fears, he could never truly live up to.
but that doesn’t mean he didn’t try. in fact, all he did was try. in school, when it came time to speak of what their parents did, gabe did his best to design an outfit himself at the age of eight with a toy sewing machine that he’d been given by his father as a joke, a ‘maybe one day you’ll take over the house’ way. instead, he took the gift as an opportunity. maybe if he made something beautiful, gushed about his father, maybe then he’d be viewed in the same light as his older brother or younger sister. instead what happened was the fabric got torn by kids who wanted to see the soft one’s downfall. at the end of the day, all he had to show for his hard work were torn scraps and broken dreams. maybe if he was tougher, he could’ve fought back, but he wasn’t. he never would be.
their father wanted him to be the best he could be because uriel knew gabe’s potential. he could see that same spark within him that reminded him of his creativity, and although there were times when aphrodite would step in and mention about going a little easier, ultimately she knew that if gabe only applied himself, that he could achieve great things-- even outside of just riding their family name for the rest of his life. still, those words stuck in gabe’s head for years. ‘maybe one day you’ll take over the house.’ and if anything, gabe wanted the approval of his father. he tried, and tried to garner his favour through sketchbooks that were left open with designs of grand gowns, to suits with structure that would look perfect on a chariot in the very hunger games itself.
ah, the hunger games. now, that’s something that gabe has always struggled with. in school, they’re taught that the reason the districts have to pay such a terrible price such as life is because of all the countless losses that were lost in the first uprising. he...doesn’t agree with that. ultimately, life is something that should be savoured, not used as a bargaining chip. right? if panem really wanted to work towards a better future for all of its people, then the grand pageant wouldn’t be needed-- there would be a common ground found among its people and one that would benefit all. right? of course, gabe can never voice these internal thoughts. especially after his chosen profession being that of a designer, one contracted to work for the games themselves.
when the opportunity arose six years ago, gabe was twenty four and had made quite a name for himself outside of the name of dovecote, even founding his own fashion company known as featherdown. more and more, his pieces began to be mentioned at balls, at galas, at events and on day time television shows that capitolites would watch in their morning hungover stupor. featherdown is one to watch. and you’ll never guess who created them.
however, success comes at a price. uriel’s joke may not have been too much of an actual joke and more of a plan, in hindsight. so when gabe set out on his own to make his own, to have his name attached to perfectly crafted outfits for tributes during hunger games season, what he wanted more than anything was to make his father proud. instead, he was met with resentment and disappointment. ‘you were meant to follow in mine, take over the company some day. not make your own with your trust fund.’
today, gabe lives alone in a large apartment close to his workshop. it’s lonely. and although he has never truly agreed with the hunger games, the one thing he always gets happy for is for the season to roll around again. for the last three years, he has been one of the stylists for district two, a district of warriors. and if there’s something he can do, it’s make a design that will make the tributes stand out, tailor an outfit to exactly what they wanted and the image they wished to portray. if asked, he would tell the truth-- he loves each and every one of the tributes he’s had the honour of designing for, and has kept mementos of the ones that fell. though the capitol may forget their names, gabe doesn’t. and neither does district two.
