Nickname: She says she has none although Professor Byron has many. "Minion", "Drone" or if he's bored and wants to annoy her will call her "Fluffy".
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Appearance:
Despite being only twenty two years old she's frequently mistaken for a jaundiced old homeless lady with scoliosis. With grey blue hair, sun blasted skin, droopy brown eyes and slouching a 1.5m frame, it's hard to argue. She yanks her hair back into a high ponytail and is most often seen in the khaki shorts and button up vest of the Aussie!Land uniform, or daggy, flannel shirts and trackydacks. She may or may not be covered in poo, we can only hope it isn't hers.
Personality:
Gail is permanently tired, flustered and out of her depth in a shag carpet. As the coddled golden child, she's crumbling under the weight of learning to adult, her Aussieland duties and tracking her Necklace of Harmonia. She seesaws between twitching, Zazzle!-driven manic action and sluggishly dragging herself through the day desperate for the catastrophe curve of Murphy's Law bad luck to end.
Gail's first time living on her own leaves a lot to be desired, soap mostly. Sitting next to her on the bus after a long day at the park makes others stare longingly at the door. She struggles with all the usual first hurdles; such as cooking a meal that has more than two colours and doing laundry before the microrganisms living in the hamper discover bronze.
Used compares the slow and quiet isolation of Australia's bush, Tokyo's fast and active, etiquette based culture leaves Gail anxious and baffled. She's never had life so painfully full of choice and she easily falls into the role of dumb rude foreigner. When faced with having to do everything she will do nothing; paralysed by the sheer weight of choice and responsibility... and you know, sleeping is awesome.
The world becomes so much simpler transformed with a leader, a goal and loose regard for public property, but Sailor Aello still hesitates. She's happy to use her physical strengths; leaping, dodging and slashing in a whirlwind with Brontide Blades but the storm like surges of her magic fill her with such raw power she fears it. The more she uses them, the worse the hangover when she detransforms.
Even with all the Sol Senshi's encouragement, her in-your-face style of fighting puts her more in harm's way and her reluctance to use her most powerful attacks makes her unreliable. While Team Sol is more forgiving and remember their own harsh learning curve, Team Harpy expect her step up.
Language:
Gail's natural language is occa Australian, although these days drained and monosyllabic. 'Yeh, Nah, No, Worries, Mate and Bugger, it's sprinkled with Australia's colourful slang. It leaves a lot up for interpretation, with any attempt at wit lost on the listener.
