Gaston | District Six {WIP}

When it comes to how others see me, both when witnessing my appearance and when discovering who I am as a person due to my personality, they're often intimidated. I have a rather muscular build and I'm quite tall, as well. My very long hair, sometimes thrown back into a ponytail and other times left to blow in the wind that passes in between the buildings of District Six, is a silky, jet black color. The few stupid souls who decide that it's an intelligent move to tell me that it looks feminine don't get the best treatment from me. I adore compliments, but insults or criticism are things I don't cope well with. I'm extremely self-confident and there are very few people that can tear me down.

If I'm insulted or criticized, however, I will lash out in anger, using either my strong words or physical strength to make my point that no one should be speaking that way toward me. I also despise when people use the word 'no' towards me when I want something. After all, no one says 'no' to Gaston. My parents were very strict, and I despised when they told me I couldn't do what I wanted to do. Therefore, the day I turned eighteen, I moved out of the house and into my own place. I had enough of my own wealth saved up, due to how successful I am in my job, as well as because of all of the money I inherited from my uncle when he passed away shortly after my seventeenth birthday.