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▲ Name ▼
Full Name: Galileo Radley
Pronunciation: \ˌga-lə-ˈlē-(ˌ)ō, -ˈlā-\
Nicknames: Gal, Gali, Leo
Alias: Astro
Meaning: The name is the same name of a famous astronomer, who came up with the theorem that the Earth, instead of having it's own gravitational orbit, and therefore making the sun orbit it, actually followed the sun's gravitational pull, and orbited the sun.
His last name however means "From the red meadow"
Title: Sir
Pet Name: Squirt, Kid
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Gender: Male
Gender Role: Masculine
Orientation: Bisexual Homoromantic
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About parents ▼Tirion and EdenGalileo's parents are two women named Eden and Tirion. Eden was out and about, leaving to somewhere. She forgot what that somewhere was, because she tripped over a box, wet with rain and green with mold rotting away at the cardboard. Normally, she'd just leave the box, but when she hit it, it tipped over. And then, a young pup rolled out. The poor thing was asleep, and was so deeply in slumber that he didn't wake up when he fell.
Immediately, Eden picked him up and brought him home. She didn't know what to do, so she called up Tirion. The three-headed wolf suggested they keep him and raise him themselves, and she admitted she loved the idea of cute puppies... Immediately, Eden was ecstatic about the whole idea, and they officially adopted little Galileo as their own.
Do they have children of their own/CAN they have children?
They currently have no children of their own, but they definitely could, should they want to.
Why do they like him/her?
Tirion has always liked the idea of having children, but was never too keen on bringing it up, so she's very happy to have the opportunity to raise Galileo.
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▲ Story of the amulet ▼
The amulet was given to him by an unknown person, as he's always had it. He's always stubbornly clinging to it, like it has some special meaning, or it's just a general good luck charm, or something that helps him feel safe. Tirion and Eden never really ask about it anymore, since his response is generally "I don't know."
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▲ History ▼
▼ Written from a humanoid perspective ▲
Prelude
Age five
Around when Galileo was five meager years old, rumors spread far and wide across the city, about a young boy having disappeared from a local orphanage, in the middle of the night, under quite strange circumstances. Not much was known, other than he was gone for a period of four years, though the boy described it as feeling like forever, though most adults passed this off as him being young and having very few years to his name. The child was interrogated for weeks, with nothing to show of what person might have kidnapped him, only to leave him somewhere odd a few years later. There was something mildly peculiar though, the boy's eyes had changed for some reason, as if wearing contacts, when asked about it he simply said "They gave me them." authority figures assumed he meant contacts, but further investigation revealed they were actually his own eyes, just seeming to have undergone a pigment change, which was odd.
Prelude-
Galileo's POV
Age 5
It was ordinary..no one talked, most others turned in early, of course, it didn't make sense to stay up late when there was nothing to do and tomorrow you'd be expected to do chores if you wanted to eat, even the youngest ones had to clean, or do something. Being among the younger group, you never particularly knew what was going on, you just remembered one of the older kids you used to be friends with leaving behind a CD and an old music player, akin to a walkman, behind for you, along with some bulky headphones that had come with the set. Quietly, you turned it on and listened, a wave of nostalgia racking your young mind. Of course it was hard to understand, given you were only around five, and couldn't read or write, as your parents had died earlier that year, with no chance of getting you any education. You were leaning back, enjoying the music, that seemed to envelop you in a sense of senseless blabber and nonsense.
That is until the disc started inexplicably skipping. You opened your eyes, and turned the CD player off. You sat up, looking puzzled, until a bright flash came from beside the window. Confusedly you carefully hopped from your bed, being short your feet barely touched the ground, so there was some mild effort. You cautiously walked towards the window, and stood on your tiptoes.
There was strangely shaped shadows..tall, lanky, and they moved strangely. You realized one was heading in the direction of the orphanage and ducked from the view of the window, huddling up against the wall, holding onto the CD player, since it felt like a security blanket. You started to feel dizzy, shadows dancing on the wall, tall, lanky, your vision slowly filling with tiny black dots. You squeezed your eyes shut out of fear and started to cry quietly. You went limp after a while, fearfully clutching to the CD player, the loose headphones having clattered to the floor without support. You weren't aware, but someone carefully hoisted you out of the open window, and the CD player fell to the floor, popping open, and letting the disc bounce free.
When you woke, your head felt groggy, and you couldn't seem to place where you ended up. You tried to sit up, but then it occurred to you, everything was heavy, making it harder to move, scratch that, not harder, near impossible. You gave up, groaning a little, letting your head fall back the whopping two centimeters off the..wait, what were you even laying on? You couldn't tell, but it was cold, and the chill seeped into your bones. What seemed like hours, but could have been seconds, you couldn't tell, someone came to check on you, you couldn't make out their features, but they sauntered off to a corner where a machine of sorts sat, and tapped it once or twice, and the chill and paralyzing weight seemed to disappear, and you could move once more. You couldn't exactly place what happened, but they beckoned for you to follow, smiling, though, it was hard to tell their expression, as some odd..very old looking robe cloaked them, and the hood was pulled over their face. if you had to date the robe, you'd place it around Victorian era.
As you followed, the person took you out of the building, and you stared in wonder. It was a city, and it was..like nothing you'd ever seen. There was a clear view of the clouds, mostly because they were on level with the city, but they never went into the city, due to a glass covering starting from the ground, and arching up to form a bubble around the city, as you stared, you started to notice more of these bubble like cities.
You stared in awe as several flying creatures soared around the cities, and the more you stared, the more lizard like they looked. You didn't concern yourself with them too much as you looked around and noticed your guide much farther ahead, and sprinted to catch up with them.
You almost tripped, but righted yourself, and they walked into a home and beckoned you across the thresh hold, like they were welcoming an old friend back into their home, when in all honesty, you were strangers. They sat down and motioned for you to sit across from them, and pulled their hood down as you did so. The hood fell away to reveal a woman's soft face, her sclera were a dark deep purple, contrasting with the bright purple of her irises. You watched her as she smiled, and for some reason, it felt familiar, but you couldn't exactly place it. She began speaking before you could ask any questions. "My name is Luca, and I've been quite eager to meet you! Though..I have to apologize for the circumstances, the others can be so careless." She crossed her arms, puffing out her cheeks indignantly. She looked around 15, so her still chubby cheeks looked really funny when she puffed them out like that. "There's..more of you?" you asked curiously, innocent enough. She nodded, "These little bubbles are where we live, a family sometimes per bubble, sometimes just a single person, they're sort of like..property?" you nodded, for some reason, you liked listening, it was interesting, and your senses all felt heightened, and you didn't feel like all of your senses were toned down, like the lowest volume setting on a TV, and it seemed easier to take in information that would've flown over your head previously. She began explaining a more complicated concept, and things became harder to understand, or even make sense of on a fundamental level.
The two words that stuck in your mind during her explanation, were 'time' and 'travel' and the moment she mentioned it, she had your attention once more, and you invested yourself thoroughly in the lecture, though you still didn't know why you'd been dragged here, that was the one part of the explanation she was missing.
"Oh! Right, I forgot to explain what we wanted with you!" you looked confused and surprised, considering the thought had just crossed your mind. "Occasionally, we need others to help with our work in general, think of it like an internship, or an apprenticeship!" You were honestly confused, you were smart, but a lot of the words she was using were soaring over your head. She smiled a little. "Our work is going backward in time, and fixing small little things that make the future sort of..break? Is that the right word?" She shrugged. "Paradoxal occurrences is the proper term, but that's too hard for me to say so often." you just kinda shrug in mild agreement, it does sound complicated to say. She went over to a table, and grabbed a few things, a cloak, one like her's, but smaller, along with a weird looking wrist cuff that looked almost like a watch, and a small purple stone, hanging from a thin long cord, she had one of a different hue hanging over her neck, and you didn't notice it up until now. She came walking back over, a slight spring in her step, She draped the cloak over your shoulders, and put the necklace around your neck. You looked confused, and she smiled at you, as if to provide a welcome of sorts. "You do want to stay with us don't you?" It took you a minute, and you weren't really thinking, but you found yourself nodding.
Looking back on these years, you almost regret letting yourself go through with this.
Sequence 1(for lack of a better title)-
Galileo's POV
Age 9
Luca had raised you throughout the years, helping you, teaching you, but, she was more of a friend, or a big sister, rather than a parent, and you felt like you had a home, though you knew you couldn't stay here forever. Eventually you'd have to leave, and go back to where you'd come from, and use your training to do the job you'd be assigned to do. Today was a simple job, prevent someone's death, since the death was untimely, and wasn't supposed to happen for another fourteen years. It was simple, go back, stall whoever killed them, and be done with it. Though it was pretty high risk, and Luca didn't seem too pleased about you and her getting assigned that job. "He's only 9! Can it just be a solo job!" You heard her protesting behind the door you were next to. You cringed, she rarely yelled, she always seemed so bubbly, and when she yelled, to be honest, it scared you. You heard the door knob twist a little and she walked out, looking sullen and defeated. "We have to, I'm sorry Squirt." You hated the nickname, but you nodded as you stood up, and she ruffled your hair. She lifted her arm and looked at her wrist cuff, one similar to your's, only it was far more complicated. She pushed a few buttons, and tapped the little screen, and you were in a place completely different from the one you'd been in before, a brightly lit office turned to a dark street, illuminated by dim streetlights, within moments.
Luca saw someone walking down the sidewalk, and he seemed to match the description of what you were looking for. She kneeled down next to you, and told you to stay there, and look inconspicuous, you didn't pay much attention to what she said, and rolled your eyes as you leaned against a street lamp.
Luca walked over to the guy, and struck up a simple conversation, asking for directions. Luca dragged on the conversation for as long as possible, and you started noticing that he was getting more and more frustrated, angered at Luca for using up all his time. You opened your mouth to say something right as the stranger punched Luca in the jaw, and sent her sprawling to the side. It wasn't the punch itself that worried you, Luca was pretty strong, and could take a punch or two, but, she hit her head hard on the concrete, and there was a small amount of blood around her head, and it sent you into a mild panic. You looked up to see the stranger had turned to walk the other way, and you ran to Luca as fast as you could, dropping to your knees. She was unconscious, which was a given, and the wound on her head was, bad, but to you, it didn't look fatal. Her breathing however, was troubling, as it was slower than one would expect, even of an unconscious individual. You gently shook her by the shoulders, getting a little desperate, you didn't know how to get help, and you were too panicky to do so. Tears started to well up in your eyes as you begged, pleaded, hoped for some higher power Luca had always assured you didn't exist, to help. You just gripped her shoulders tightly, trying hard to keep calm enough to try and wake her up. She stirred a little, blinking, though, you couldn't tell if it was because of you, or because of her own will, but she gently hugged you, maybe it was intentionally gentle, or maybe she was just weak, you couldn't tell, or care, you just clung to her as best you could. You didn't notice the scenery changing again, but you both returned to the brightly lit room, and you were shaking and crying and clinging to Luca, and you didn't notice Luca's coworkers and friends starting to notice you both, and rushing over to help you.
The more you looked back upon your younger years, the more you realized how stupid you were to accept that offer, just for the feeling of safety.
Sequence 2(for [still] lack of a better title)-
Galileo's POV
Age 11
Currently, you weren't sure what exactly was going too happen to you. Luca had been exposed to a lethal pathogen, and so far everything that had been used to cure her hadn't helped, and if it did much at all, it only worsened her condition. She was given approximately a month or so to live, and for all of it she would remain bed-ridden. The others started telling you, without a mentor, you'd probably be sent back home, since you'd received enough training anyway, though you barely registered what they said, your brain slowly trying to come to terms with the fact that Luca was dying, and there wasn't anything you could do. Eventually they got up and left, clearly frustrated with trying to get through to you. It was hard to think, and you felt trapped, encompassed by something you couldn't change, but you'd always been able to change things, always, but now you couldn't, and she was dying, and you felt like you'd failed her. You clung stubbornly onto the thought, blaming yourself, even though you, nor anyone was at fault.
Eventually days came to pass, and you stubbornly stuck around Luca, you didn't want to waste time you could be spending with her the days faded into weeks, and you couldn't bear seeing her like this, her physical condition kept worsening and you couldn't aid her, and eventually you were deemed a lost cause, and they let you stick around her as the month slowly started to end. Eventually, on a quiet hazy afternoon, you started to notice Luca's blinks were more drawn out than usual, and her breathing was exceptionally slower. You were panicking, but she reached up, and gently cupped your face, mumbling softly, trying to calm you down. "It's alright Squirt, don't worry, I'll be fine.." You felt tears well up and start to stream down your face. You were scared of losing her and the only family you had, and you were scared of being sent back home, you were scared of what was going to happen to you. Her eyes closed and her hand fell as her chest fell for the final time, letting out an almost deafeningly silent last breath. You stood on wobbly legs for a minute, choking back sobs, and then you crumbled to your knees and started sobbing, clutching your chest and trying desperately to stop crying. Your voice started to go hoarse, and all you could do was let out raspy noises instead of sobs, and you started to feel tired not long after, and you fell to the side, probably due to extreme exhaustion, and fell asleep.
Sequence 3(for [still] lack of a better title)-
Galileo's POV
Age 12
You'd been out on the streets back home for around a year now, still in denial of Luca's death, still trying to fix it, still seeing it happen, over and over again. You couldn't figure out just what was going to happen from here on out. Live on the streets forever? Probably, though you stood a better chance of dying that way, considering at the moment you were pretty malnourished. You occasionally got a job, here and there, things to go back and fix, but nothing major. Eventually you'd chosen to find a place to sleep for now, it'd gotten late, and you clearly weren't gonna find anything today, so you headed back to a cardboard box in the alleyway, and sat yourself in it and curled up. It appeared to be the remains of a box for something extremely large, like a sofa, but it was moldy, wet and frail, so honestly, it was falling apart, and provided little shelter. Unknowingly to you, a woman came by and knocked the box over while you slept, and ended up taking you to her home.
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Galileo's POV
Age 13
Here you are now, a year later, two years after Luca's death, adopted into a fairly stable home. You weren't exactly sure why the last few years of your life turned out like they did, but you regretted them deeply. The last few years shaped you into a cynical misanthrope, with pretty manipulative tendencies, slowly you've been goaded out of your shell by Evan and your mothers, and have been able to lead a somewhat normal life. You still get the occasional call to do your job, as it seemed like a for life thing, and you kept it hidden from your mothers and friends.
You walked along the sidewalk, and put a hand over the amulet around your neck, and smiled a little. "I'm glad I met you." you mumbled, and then continued walking, liking to think of walking forward as a metaphor, you were ahead of where you were before, and leaving the past behind, but it could be returned to, if one tried enough, and remembered it.
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▲ Personality ▼
He's extremely observant of his surroundings, and being so observant has contributed to his intelligence. He tends to be level headed, always generally calm. He tends to thrive better when he's alone, but when he isn't alone, he very much enjoys being the center of attention. He's usually very straightforward, which typically makes him very blunt. He's generally apathetic and cold. He's very formal and uptight.
Archetype: The Magician
The Magician's motto is "I make things happen" They have a strong desire to understand the fundamental laws of the universe, accompanying their goal of making dreams come true. Their greatest fear is unintentional negative consequences or actions. They tend to have a general strategy of developing a vision and living by it. Their greatest weakness is becoming manipulative, and their talent is finding win-win solutions.
MBTI Personality INTJ - Introvert, Intuitive, Thinking, Judging.
An INTJ is often called 'The scientist.' They have an internal way of perceiving the world, taking things primarily via intuition. They're often described as living in a world of ideas and strategic planning. They seem to place high value on intelligence, competence, and knowledge. INTJ's have a high need for organization and systems, along with this, their intuition makes them extremely viable candidates for scientific careers. They're generally perceived as natural leaders, who prefer to stay in the background, until the need for them to be leaders is presented.
Temperament: Melancholic
People with this temperament are said to be introverted and thoughtful. Often thought of as very, or sometimes overly pondering and considerate, they get rather worried when they cannot be on time for certain events. They can be highly creative, indulging in activities such as poetry or art. Sometimes though, they find themselves occupied with the tragedy and cruelty in the world. Most often they are perfectionists. They are self-reliant and independent. Sometimes however, melancholics and get so occupied or involved with what they're doing, that they forget to think of others.
Enneagram: The Defender - Type 6 with a 5 wing
People classified under type 6, tend to be reliable, committed, and security oriented. They're almost like living troubleshooters, and are almost always aware of potential problems. Type 6's can range from loyal to rebellious, the dependent being where their security comes from. If it comes from within themselves, they will be defiant and rebellious, if it comes from others, they will be cooperative and devoted.
Ego/Superego/Id: Superego - aims for perfection, society, and the idea of right and wrong.
Persona/Mask: Galileo presents a cold exterior, often driving others away
Alignment: True Neutral
True neutral individuals do what they think feels right at the time, they don't have a strong inclination towards good versus evil or law versus chaos. Some people say they may lack conviction, and others will admire these individuals for their ability to stay unbiased. They tend to be the stereotypical 'balancers' who act in the way that is natural to them, without compulsion.
Vice: Wrath
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Sprite-By me
Tiny Sprite-By me
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▲ Themesong ▼
In Torinoko City, the singer often says 'in 10 words or less, tell it to me'. This in my opinion represents Galileo's apathy. He cares, but doesn't display enough concern to hear the whole thing. The singer often expresses being trapped in a world without sound, vision, or other senses. Often he's afraid of not being able to see or hear, since he mostly relies on observation to understand people.
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▲ Playlist Explanation ▼
The Rise and Fall of the Psychic girl
This song is about a psychic girl who believes in the paranormal, with whom the singer has fallen in love with. The singer however is just a ghost of the psychic's past friend. The girl is unaware of this, leaving the singer to only be able to watch over the girl.
You stealthily handed over a note, when I open it, I'm taken aback!
Lost Time Memory
This song is similair to Torinoko City but it speaks more of a lover, and having lost said lover, to death or other causes. I feel like this would fit him more as he grows older, as it speaks of "The younger me that i was playing before you flew free" though out the entire song, it speaks of apathy, and not being able to go back.
You act so sad, but it's all just an act in the end.
Today's a haze better become apathetic.
1925
This song is generally about loneliness. It also speaks of the evils hidden within the mindset of societal expectations and people alike. It talks about happiness being fickle, and regrets being hard to get rid of.
Love's just the gum we replace without a care
Had your heart forever now another day is here
Love is War
This song, well as stated by the title, compares love to a war, or an active battle field. This is another song i feel would fit him as he grows older, and is slowly getting more experience with relationships and just living life in general, and dealing with his emotions better.
I guess I'm
Just foolish!
Rolling Girl
This song talks about someone who nonchalantly passes through each day, being the odd one out in the crowd, and being afraid to voice their emotions to others, but eventually someone notices their struggles, and emotional problems, and helps them start getting through the days better.
Making sure that every word
is said with a smile
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▲ Why I want him ▼
I'll admit, I haven't really been active, as I took an extremely long hiatus, starting about six months ago. Gradually my friends and i started delving back into new adoptables communities, despite being wary. I recently won my first RPW and I was looking for one for a close friend of mine to try out for, and I fell in love with this little guy the minute I saw him. My friends all said I should go for him, and I decided to try out.
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▲ Misc Info ▼
Age
Real Age: 13
Age Appearance: He looks like he's 15, rather than 13
Birthday: April 10th 2001
Birthplace: Vancouver, Washington
Humanized design
Ethnicity: Indo European
Blood Type: O+
Preferred Hand: Left Handed
Facial Type: Round
Eye Color: Light purple, with dark purple sclera, or eye whites.
Hair Color Dark teal
Hairstyle: Generally combed through and clean, but usually in front of his face
Skin Tone: Tanned
Complexion: Clear, with the occasional pimple
Makeup: None
Body Type: Ectomorph
Build: Long legs, skinny, not very muscular
Height: In inches - 63.5
Weight: In pounds - 90
Birthmarks/scars: A scar on his lower back, seemingly repeated on his upper back.
Distinguishing Features: Tall, generally very lanky, dark sclera.
Interests
Astronomy
Science
Music
Opinions on Family
Galileo likes his Moms, he genuinely does, but on occasion, he feels like they're a little over the top. He feels sometimes Tirion is too doom and gloom, while Eden is too bubbly, but he's content, because they balance each other out. He doesn't really know what to make of how the two ended up together however.
Relationships
Evan-Owned by; Daringash-
Galileo feels a strange sort of affection for Evan, while he finds his intimidation behavior, well, aggravating, there's just something Galileo likes. Evan is Galileo's best, and while we're being honest, only
real friend.
Fashion Sense
Galileo's style is generally fancy and formal, as he himself, acts very formal.
⇆Daily Outing Wear
⇆xXxThough it seems entirely fancy, he deems it necessary that he dress as formal as possible, to show off how serious he is about well, everything.
⇆Casual Wear
⇆xXxGalileo will generally wear a hoodie and some jeans if he
must. He hates going out like this though, as he feels severely under dressed.
Voice
Galileo's voice is unusual, as it is pitched a little low. It's still around the voice range you'd expect from a prepubescent child, but definitely pitched on the lower side.
Posture
Galileo stands as tall and straight as he can, to fit his formal attire.
Strengths
Tactics
Quick thinker
Weaknesses
Physical strength
Clumsy
Lack of Agility
Tropes
Afraid Of NeedlesExtreme fear of needles.
Aggressive CategorismJudges people too quickly and/or according to criteria which have no bearing on their personal character, such as gender, ethnic background, or hairstyle.
Bratty Half-PintA youngster who is sarcastic and self-important.
Brutal HonestyWill tell you the truth even if it hurts your feelings.
The CynicBelieves that people are exclusively motivated by self-interest.
Fear of ThunderInordinate fear of thunderstorms.
Hates Everyone EquallyIs a misanthrope.
Lack of EmpathyDoes not have the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.
Manipulative Not above using and toying with others to get what he/she wants.
No Object PermanenceInability to recognize that an object continues to exist even when you cannot see, hear, or touch it.
Sour Outside, Sad InsideForces people away with their abrasive attitude while really feeling depressed because they can't get close to anybody.
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