#gavin rutherford

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i drew my d an d character as an actual cat because @caorrainn has been getting me back into warrior cats tha last month and assigned him a warrior name. normally his name is gavin rutherford and he’s half tabaxi and half aarakocra but this version is named owlheart and he’s trans and gay

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Some old pictures of Gavin I have that I never got to use. He really has his dad’s sneer.

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Myra spots a grown Gavin for the first time

"This is hopeless. There are tons of guys wandering around in that thing. We'll never spot him," she lifted up her apron and tried to dot a bit of the summer heat off her forehead.

"Trust me," Myra smiled, "he'll stand out."

Bryn's eyes shifted from bored to shrewd in an instant. "So, when are you going to tell me about him?"

"I, I did," she felt her cheeks beginning to burn. "He's someone I met during mage training."

"And kissed!" Bryn shouted at the top of her lungs. It was so loud the spectators who were hanging out their windows below and across the street from them looked over.

"Not so..." Myra tried to wave her friend down. "Yes, we kissed. A bunch of times." In fact, he was her first kiss. All of her friends practically melted into goo when she told them about this skinny farm boy who took her to a magical pond, told her she was pretty, and then kissed her. It was a story that got Myra a lot of clout in the 'thirteen to fifteen-year-old girl romance' department. As the rest of her friends grew up and all found beaus or even proper courtships, they didn't much care about her childish fumbling.

"Well," Bryn nudged her shoulder into her, "give me the rest. What's he like? Look like?"

Myra dug a hand into the back of her neck and sighed, "Scrawny, really bookish. Don't think I ever spotted him not nose deep in a book, when he wasn't doing his chores. Um,  thick warm lips that could look so dorky when he smiled and..." she hefted the spyglass up to her sight before sighing, "the prettiest damn eyes you ever saw."

"Really?" Bryn giggled. "Prettier than Prince Cailan's?"

"Ugh," Myra spat at the thought. "That's my brother you're talking about."

Her friend shrugged, "Doesn't mean I can't look."

Trying to not think about her stinky footed brother in any form of being attractive, Myra twisted the spyglass back and forth through the crowds. A fresh line of horses clip-clopped in something of formation ahead of what looked like those bringing up the near rear of the parade. Twisting her line of sight around, Myra noticed a few of the banners of Redcliffe, boys her age all waving at the crowd. A man with dark skin standing proud and...

No. No way.

She spun right on the brown line in a sea of white dots. He towered a good head above the other boys, his eyes focused before him as if afraid of any distractions. The jaw was chiseled and swooped back, his chin slightly wider and more pronounced than she remembered. How he carried himself emphasized the wide shoulders, his chest muscles thrust out as he marched with pride. He'd shaved his head down, a fact Myra saw on occasion, though she enjoyed the really curly hair too.

It couldn't be him. There was another in the mix, that was all. Somewhere down there was the same skinny kid she knew when she too was a skinny kid. Myra wasn't a kid anymore but she stayed annoyingly skinny. About to break away and search through the back half, Myra paused when the unknown man turned in her direction. Bright amber eyes beamed at someone in the crowd. Something must have caught his fancy as he lifted his hand and he smiled exactly like the boy that walked smack dab into a low beam on accident.

"Holy shit," Myra gasped.

"What?" Bryn tried to scoot closer, but she'd risk falling off the roof.

"That's him," Myra pointed to the body that apparently belonged to Gavin Rutherford.

"Who is?" her friend blinked.

"The brown-skinned one, that's Gavin."

Bryn yanked the spyglass out of Myra's limp fingers and began to inspect Gavin. A whistle erupted out of her teeth, "Sweet Maker! If that's your idea of scrawny, I'd hate to see your brawny.

--From “A New Hero”

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Meet My OC

Name: Gavin Grayson Rutherford

Parents: Cullen Rutherford and Lana Amell

Born: Late Fall in 9:59 near the Hinterlands

Job: Knight’s squire

Hobbies: Reading in the fields after he finished haying. Sparring with his father.

Pets: Twin fennics named Snowy and Corn Chowder.

Favorite food: His mother’s chicken dumplings. No one else’s comes close.

Favorite color: Yellow. Sadly, it looks awful on him, but he doesn’t care.

Preferred weekend plans: Curled up in a chair before a fireplace, an adventure story in his lap and a mug of warm tea with a swig of brandy in it.

Irrational Fear: Millipedes, all the little legs wig him out.

Collections: Oddly whetstones though not entirely on purpose. He’d pick up one, forget where he left it, then get another. In the end, he’d have a bag full of whetstones but wouldn’t dare think to leave one behind because it could prove useful later.

Romance: Kinda. *blushes* He doesn’t think it’s his place to talk about it, but...she’s so pretty.

Gavin Rutherford in A New Hero.

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I think this is an great illustration depicting poly love. It was created by Gavin Rutherford.  

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As part of my new years resolution to actually start up as a full-time freelance illustrator, I've been working away on a portfolio and facebook page. Please feel free to have a wee look x