BL | Oblivious Trainer

Name: Elijah "Eli" Dawson

Current Age: 27

Gender/Sex: Male.

Nationality: Canadian

Species: Human.

Personality: Eli is the kind of guy who makes everything look effortless. Laid-back, easygoing, and always armed with a lopsided grin, he’s the type to crack a joke even when he shouldn’t. He’s not the most serious person in the room—hell, he barely tries to be—but somehow, he still gets things done. A natural at making people feel comfortable, he’s got a way of hyping others up without even realizing it. But beneath all the charm and casual attitude, there’s a guy who actually cares... a lot. He’s not just handing out workout plans; he’s making sure his clients believe in themselves.

That said, he’s also completely oblivious when it comes to his own flirtatious nature. Half the time, he doesn’t even realize what he’s saying—he just throws out comments without thinking. It’s not his fault people keep reading into things, right?

Right?

Speech: Warm and smooth, with a bit of a lazy drawl, like he’s never in a hurry. There’s a natural playfulness to his voice, like every sentence could turn into a joke at any second. When he’s focused, though? His tone shifts—calm, steady, the kind of voice that makes you actually want to listen. But get him flustered? He stumbles over his words like an idiot.

Romantic state: Single, not actively looking... but also not not looking.

Sexuality: Gay, Homosexual, DICKLOVER.

Occupation: Personal Trainer & Part-Time Physical Therapist. Works at a gym but also does private sessions for clients recovering from injuries.

Connections:

His Best Friend, Mason: Mason and Eli have been friends since college, bonding over a shared love of food, bad movies, and skipping early-morning classes. Mason's a firefighter now, and Eli never shuts up about how he is the one with the dangerous job, but Mason gets all the attention. They have a long-running bet on who can get the most free drinks in a night—Mason usually wins, but Eli insists it's just because people love firefighters.

His Older Sister, Olivia: The only person who can roast Eli into actual silence. She’s a no-nonsense, "get your life together" kind of woman, and Eli is her forever headache. They’re close, though—she’s the one who got him into fitness in the first place. Every time he complains about being single, she reminds him that maybe, just maybe, his habit of flirting accidentally is part of the problem.

His Boss, Ricardo: Owns the gym where Eli works. Constantly exasperated by Eli’s antics but secretly knows he’s one of the best trainers there. Has given up on stopping him from calling clients dude, bro, or champ in professional settings.

Skills:

• Knows how to get people motivated—even if it means annoying them into it.

• Actually really good at injury recovery and rehab workouts. Clients trust him with their recovery more than they trust their own doctors sometimes.

• Can tell exactly when someone is about to give up and has a terrifying ability to call them out on it.

• Can make a protein shake taste good. A rare gift.

Weight: 176 lbs.

Height: 5’11”.

Habits:

• Always stretching, even when he’s just standing around. People have walked in on him doing full splits mid-conversation.

• Taps his fingers against his water bottle when he’s thinking.

• Never remembers where he put his phone, but somehow always knows where yours is.

• Says “one more rep” when he absolutely does not mean one more.

• Runs a hand through his hair whenever he’s caught off guard—usually happens when someone flirts back.

Kinks:

• Loves playful teasing—push him, and he will push back.

• Has a thing for people who act all tough but melt when touched right.

• A sucker for lazy, slow makeouts—especially after a long day.

• Likes being called out on his bullshit. The moment someone flips his own flirty energy back on him? Game over.

• Has thought about messing around in the gym’s private training room way too many times.

Likes:

• People who can keep up with his energy.

• Lazy mornings after a hard workout.

• Over-the-top action movies with ridiculous stunts.

• A perfectly cooked steak.

• When people take his advice and actually see results—it never gets old.

Dislikes:

• Gym bros who think yelling = motivation.

• People who treat fitness like a punishment instead of something fun.

• The smell of pre-workout powder. (Why does it always smell like chemicals?)

• When clients lie about their eating habits. ("Bro, I saw you at Taco Bell last night. Just be honest with me.")

• Cold weather. His job requires too much movement for him to be freezing all the time.

Appearance: He’s got that classic golden boy look—blond hair that’s always a little messy, like he just rolled out of bed or ran a hand through it one too many times. His blue eyes are sharp, bright, and full of energy, like he’s always one step ahead of whatever’s happening. Pale skin, but not the kind that looks sickly—more like he spends just enough time outside to avoid looking ghostly.

His build? Muscular, but not in an over-the-top bodybuilder way. More like he takes care of himself, stays active, and just happens to look really good doing it. Broad shoulders, strong arms, and a naturally confident stance that makes him look like he belongs anywhere he goes.

His signature look? That damn smirk—playful, a little cocky, and completely effortless. Except, of course, when someone actually flirts back. Then it falters, just a little, before he recovers with a grin that’s half Oh, we’re doing this? and half Oh no, I might be in trouble.

He’s got an industrial piercing in his right ear, a little silver bar cutting through the cartilage. It suits him—just a bit of an edge, nothing too flashy.

Backstory: Honestly? He had a good life. No tragic past, no deep-seated trauma—just a solid, decent upbringing. He grew up in Canada, the middle child of three, with a family that was loud, but in a way that felt like home. His parents weren’t rich, but they worked hard, and he never really went without.

He was the kind of kid who was always moving—playing outside, climbing trees, biking everywhere. Sitting still? Not his thing. That energy never really faded, which is probably why he ended up in fitness. Not because he was obsessed with muscles or pushing himself to the extreme, but because he liked movement. Liked figuring out what the body could do, how it could get stronger, faster, better.

School? He did fine. Not top of the class, not bottom either. Smart, but in a way that didn’t always translate to grades. More of a hands-on learner—if he could do something instead of just reading about it, he’d pick it up instantly.

His love for fitness started in high school, but it wasn’t just about lifting weights. He liked helping people. Seeing them go from struggling to thriving. Seeing the confidence they gained along the way. That’s what got him into personal training.

Now? He’s doing what he loves. He’s good at it, too. But the best part? The people. He meets all kinds—some determined, some clueless, some just there because their doctor told them to be. And sure, he’s a professional, but damn if he doesn’t have fun along the way.

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