name: Anatole L. García
gender & pronouns: NB AMAB, they/them
age: 18
sexual/romantic orientation: Pan, generally more attracted to femininity, not on the ace spectrum (I know there's a word for this but I cannot recall it :p).
appearance: Standing at 6'2 and with poorly dyed green-highlighter-hair, Anatole is decidedly a presence in whatever room they enter. Naturally broad shouldered, years and years of weightlifting and wrestling left them with a muscled frame, which, combined with their penchant for eclectic queer street-wear (baggy ripped jeans over fishnets, anyone?) can lead them to look fairly intimidating. They have expressive brown eyes so dark they nearly blend into their pupils and umber skin. Their hair, which ends and curls just around the bottom of their ears, is very poorly dyed, striped with coffee brown in patches and a sickly-bleach yellow in others where the dye missed. Unfortunately for Anatole, their friend Daylily wasn't as good of a stylist as he claimed. They never miss the opportunity to point out that though their teeth are very straight and white thanks to the careful work of their dentist father, they are far from either. All of their friends are painfully sick of the joke.
personality: Anatole is inherently spontaneous and chaotic, always inclined to ditch a plan in favor of a more exciting alternative. They're a romantic, often abandoning reality for daydreams and promising fictions and end up being easily disappointed because of this. When it comes to their friends, they're painfully loyal, forgiving easily and going along with a lot they don't agree with because if their friends are doing it, it has to be okay, right? Outwardly extroverted, they're happy to strike up a conversation with whoever they sit next to on the subway (not an excellent trait for a New Yorker, tbh) but it takes a long time for them to let anyone see behind their mask of perpetual glee. They often will abandon new friends within the first month or so, if they grow dull, but will keep friends forever once they've latched on to a person. Anatole has few concrete intrests, picking up a new hobby every few weeks only to drop it when they get bored, and takes ages to finish any book due to their tendency to start multiple at the same time, picking their way through many simultaneously over a month or so. As expected, this doesn't lead to excellent academic prospects and it was only on their father's insistence they ended up applying to and attending college, originally to study neurology, though they switched to a library science program halfway through their first year.
background: Anatole was born to a Caucasian mother and second generation Mexican American father. Their mother left when Anatole was eight to further immerse herself in her study of medicinal plants in Brazil, supposedly only intending to stay for two months in the summer, but slowly her texts and calls stopped coming and Anatole's father, Daniel, received her divorce papers in the mail the day before Christmas. Daniel didn't tell Anatole exactly what had happened until they were 13, and Anatole didn't think to ask which really highlights how unobservant they were as a child. Daniel is a dentist who owns his own practice and has always been very invested in Anatole's future, paying for them to attend The City College of New York in hopes they can finally choose a concrete career and make a respectable living for themself. While the pair's relationship has always been solid, Daniel disapproved heavily of Anatole's willingness to drink with friends and at parties in high school. Then, just after Anatole announced their switch from neurology to library science, Daniel presented an announcement of his own: he had a steady girlfriend named Elise Salmeron. This shook Anatole so much they decided to continue to live in their college dorm over the summer, working and hanging out with friends.
other: One of the few exceptions to Anatole's chaotic tendencies is a book called Children of Ozone, which they've loved since reading it in their freshman year of high school. They reread it multiple times a year, often when sad or stressed as a coping mechanism to block out the negative emotion, and wants nothing more than to meet it's author– the elusive woman who writes under the pseudonym Cave Opal. A song that reminds, ~me~, the author, of them is blackboard.edu by Arlie.
