Goes By: Gabriel Sharp
Nickname: Gabe
Age: Around 40
Height: 6ft
Pronouns and Gender: He/him, fine with they/them, Man.
What they are: Witch.
Personality: Nosy, indulgent, opinionated, but never in a serious way. He's just talking. As long as they don't mind him bitching, he will support any wrongs a friend does and join on any hijinks.
Style and Appearance: Short hair, stubble but no beard - he hates the beard covers he'd have to wear at work. Expensive but casual. Low end designer, but still designer. Everything looks lived in and comfortable, like he hasn't bothered buying new clothes in years.
Piercings and Tattoos: Cartilage piercing on left ear. Wears a basic stud. Warding tattoo symbols around his wrists, somewhere they can be hidden by a shirt or watch if needed. Specific symbols will glow in presence of specific supernatural entities. Obviously there's limited space, so not all, and he's met some that falsely set off the wrong kind.
Scars and Distinguishing Marks: None
Sexuality: Gay, top leaning. More vanilla. Not interested in flings or one night stands.
Abilities: Ritual magic. Very little active power. Weaves intent into things he creates. So mostly food. But he's made some small batch meads that pack a magical punch.
Weaknesses: Basically human. No specific weaknesses, but very squishy compared to other beings.
Links: Canon - Media - Aesthetic - Music - Threads
Bits and Pieces:
Gabe is from North East London originally. His first job out of culinary school was working at a very middle class breakfast place just off Upper Street. Has strong opinions on how that's all changed over the years.
Has worked as executive pastry chef for a number of fine dining restaurants, and in bakeries. Currently runs his own diner/cafe that his friends ever so lovingly call the midlife crisis cafe. He's having fun with it, even with the pay cut. (He'd call if a caff, but he's used to diner from americans.)
Started getting more into his magic in the last four years. Around the same time he started his business. Doesn't use magic for that work, but does take private catering orders where he offers it. Only the vaguest of things on menu like good fortune, good health, get-a-long magic for troublesome families to calm down for a gathering. That sort of thing. Can do more specific and targeting things off menu, but denies most requests cause 90% of the time it's love spells even though he clearly advertises he doesn't do that.
Uses nicknames for everyone as well as dolling out the terms of endearment even for strangers. Love, babe, darling, sweetheart etc.
Gossipy bitch. It's part of what he loves about running his own place, he gets to talk to customers, gets some of that bartender/hairdresser confidant privilege. Likes to know everything, shares largely made up stories about his building neighbours back.
Lives in a spacious two bed, that he got in the separation, and splits custody of a ten year old chinese crested named Monty, and kept full custody of all three cats: Midge, Tallulah, and Nora. The cats are clearly well loved. They have entire climbing walls, cat trees, window perches, and hiding spots, all over.
Doesn't believe in denying pleasures. Eat the fancy food. Drink the expensive bottle. Why save it? Here for a good time, not a long time.
He's very earthy neutrals with a pop of colour.
Loves weird artsy hipster shit. Has friends who make do every weird niche maker skill or handmade versions of readily mass-produced materials going. Big believer in having hobbies not focused on consumption. He himself makes small batch meads and makes custom hand bound books for magic notes and recipes. The pillows in his living room were hand dyed batik that he and his ex made together.
One of many who have worked for Sid, paid his due, and come out the other side seeing it as a good experience. The restaurant might've been a money laundering front, but it was still a restaurant. It got him out of debt, and got him wider attention. Only met Sid once, and as far as he could tell, the guy was decent enough.
