Post by honorius on Jan 1, 2010 1:36:40 GMT -5
Name: Gabriel Rousseau Devereaux [roo-SOE / DEV-uh-ro]
Nick Name: Gabriel
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: 217 looks around 18-19
Appearance: Standing at a impressive height of six foot two, Gabriel sports a rather slim build. Due to his french background, his skin is a pale shade of cream color. Dark brown, almost black, hair covers his head. This said hair is the most prominent feature. Shaggy and light, it usually hangs down over his eyes and sides. Due to recent circumstances his hair is especially long. Gabriel's eyes are a deep set of gray, given to him from his mothers side of the family. From his father he gains the slender build, long arms and legs, fingers and toes. Underneath his fair skin is a well toned muscle structure, not as advanced as some however. Gabriel's attire most directly consists of dark clothing to augment his complexion. Gray to dark black jeans, darker color sneakers make up his lower half. His torso normally has a darker color shirt, t-shirt and dress shirts are most common.
Weapon:
Gabriel sports one signature weapon, this weapon is a mace. Made of iron and wood the mace is roughly the same length as Gabriel's shoulder to mid-forearm. The handle is constructed of thick wood and extending from this handle is a long metal shaft, which is topped off with a large slightly bigger than a fist sized ball. The ball has wide spikes extending from all sides. The last feature of this mace is the leather strap attached to the handle
History:
Gabriel Rousseau Devereaux was born the son of Duc Jacques Devereaux, a rather aclaimed Duke of France at the time, and Lady Julienne de Rousseau, his wife. Duc Jacques held the French court rank of Prince du Sang, which placed the Duc in the blood line of the current king and his family. Due to such a position in the french society, Duc Jacques and Lady Julienne were quite set for a comfortable life. Julienne came from another family of nobility, one that had great ties with the french merchant shipping trade. This, in combination with Duc Jacques estates, lead to the vast wealth of the two. It was but three years after their arranged marriage that Julienne gave birth to a child. The child, which had been planned as final joint of the two respected families, was everything to two -and their respected families- wished to have. Named after an elder grandfather, so came to be the existence of Gabriel. The newborn grew to become a toddler, and from there a child. It was during this childhood that Lady Julienne de Rousseau gave birth once more. The child's name was Paul-Henri, and he was the exact copy of the firstborn, Gabriel. The two, even as small children became as close as brothers could be. Paul-Henri was younger than Gabriel, a year and two at most, yet Gabriel had held a great feeling of protection over his brother. This feeling developed in a deep set goal, which road out through the brothers childhood.
Being the children of french nobility, the two brothers were seldom without. They had the necessities of life and lavishes here and there, however the two were strictly held by their fathers teachings. Duc Jacques was a man of tradition, which had extended toward the raising of his children. Gabriel and his brother were brought up with the most strick of restrictions. They were never to spend more than they had earned with their own hands, and were kept from their family inheritance until the two reached the age of manhood. Gabriel, being of a rather demanding nature, fought against the lines of rule his father has implemented but never to any avail. Paul-Henri, wishing to be a model of his elder brother, presented the same feelings toward their situation. Under the watching and limitations of their father, the love and support of their mother, and guidance from both, the two grew into the later stages of life. With this new time period came an event that would forever alter their lives. It was during a party, one set for the king of France, that the event occurred. Gabriel, Paul-Henri, Duc Jacques and Lady Julienne left their lavish estate and made way to the winter house of the king. Taking only a driver, the Duc assured Gabriel and the rest that security measures would not be a necessity this night.
Almost halfway to the country estate of the king, the family found themselves sliding across the road, and eventually over turned and pressed against a large light-post. Gabriel was covered in glass, cuts and his leg was searing with pain. As his vision began to fade, the darkness creeping along his vision, Gabriel heard a piercing scream. It was loud, so loud that his ears hurt and he only wished for it to stop. It was at the last second before all was black that he realized that the screaming was his doing. Several hours later Gabriel awoke in the comfort of a bed. He had been taken to the local hospital where his minor injuries had been treated. His brother, was of the same accord, having only minor cuts and a broken arm. The true horror of the accident was the fate of his parents. Both had died in the crash, their mother with a broken neck and their father who had been bled to death from the shattered glass. The next few months seemed as a blur to now orphaned Gabriel and Paul-Henri. They returned home and were taken care of by the estates various servants. The question that raged through the minds of many was to who the money and estates were to be given. Gabriel was only thirteen, five years short of being a man, and could not take their late parents vast fortune. Eventually it was decided by the courts that the inheritance of Gabriel would be handled and watch by their new guardian. The guardian was a second cousin to their mother, a man by the name of Jean-Claude.
Jean-Claude turned out to be nothing more than a horrid man, overcome with greed and ambition. Not but days after the signing of the documents -that gave him full rights to the brothers and their inheritance- he decided that it was to be in the brothers best interest if they were to continue their education by other means. This ideal resulted in Gabriel and Paul-Henri being sent to a far away Swiss boarding school. For the next three five of their lives, the two lead their life on the grounds of the school. It was at age eighteen that Gabriel decided that enough was enough, now old enough to claim his rights he decided to do just that. He stood by as the months past, and when winter finally came he took his chance. With the help of Paul-Henri, Gabriel constructed a false letter from their guardian Jean-Claude. It gave them clearance to leave the school for their holiday time, and it was at the schools expense of transportation. A matter of days and the brothers had returned home. With anger fueling his actions, Gabriel returned to his late fathers estate and confronted Jean-Claude. What he found during such was more horrific than the death of his parents. The family estate was in chaos. The clean cut lawn was now overgrown. The house itself was covered with ivy, the windows had been boarded up and the doors heavily damaged. Their once beloved household was nothing more than a ravaged building.
Puzzled and demanding answers, Gabriel was not about to leave without seeking the truth. Forcing his brother to stay in nearby hotel, he returned to the house a day after they had witnessed it. The sun was setting as he pulled up to the front doors. The inside of the house was as bad, if not worse than the outside. Gabriel was ready to search it from top to bottom when he heard voices coming from above. He moved up the stairs, up to the second floor. He turned down the west wing corridor and headed toward the voices. They appeared to be coming from his fathers old study. When he reached the doors he paused outside them. A dim light spilled from a crack in the door. Pressing his eye to the crack and peering in, Gabriel saw the scene that would forever change his life. Jean-Claude was standing at the fireplace, gazing into the flames. He was in a horrible shape, his body was extremely plump, hair askew and clothes in rips. Behind him a man lay on the floor, his necktie was loose and his shirt was stained a deep red. Jean-Claude turned around and lowered his gaze to the man on the floor. Gabriel's guardian looked no different than the man on the floor with his red stains on the shirt. It was his face that send a chill down Gabriel's spine. Jean-Claude's mouth covered in blood. The red liquid smeared across his lips and chin. His teeth were stained red and it dripped from the corner of his mouth. Gabriel, viewing this scene, finally found the courage to move. It was as he tried to leave that Jean-Claude appeared in front of him. The door has swung open so fast that he had not noticed it at first. Grinning from ear to ear and looking vivid Jean-Claude reached out. Gabriel tried to move but found himself rooted to the spot.
In the seconds that followed, he watched as Jean-Claude leaned over and bit Gabriel's neck. The pain was nothing like he had ever felt. A searing sensation that raged throughout his body. His legs turned to water and he fell to the ground. Jean then leaned over, his grin even wider. The now monster of a man reached into his shirt and pulled out a thin knife. Still grinning he reached over Gabriel's body and made a long cut on his own palm. Turning his hand he pressed the wound together and let drops of blood fall down. They hit the spot where Jean had bitten Gabriel. The pain that he felt at that moment in time sent him into a abyss of black. He did not awake for a very long time, and when he did Jean-Claude was gone.
As soon as he had awoke, the hunger set in. The deep hunger that voided all other thoughts and emotions. If Gabriel would have been in a more proper mindset he might had noticed the changes. The increase in speed, strength and eye sight for starters. And perhaps he would have noticed that the bite mark on his neck was gone, as if it never had been. And surly, if his hunger had not been so great, he would have noticed that he had no pulse. But alas, none of that occurred to him. All that he thought, felt, understood and wanted was to supplement the hunger by any means. Gabriel, with his hunger, proceeded to find a source to fill it. His newly heightened senses lead him to the body of the man Jean-Claude has killed. Without a second thought of his actions, Gabriel was on the body. His teeth were tearing into the skin, mouth open. The man had been dead a while, but there was still blood in some parts of his body as well as on the floor and shirt. It took but seconds for Gabriel to fill himself with the remaining blood. Even after such a feast, his hunger was not satisfied.
Several hours had past since Jean-Claude had bitten him so when Gabriel burst through the front doors of his manor the afternoon sun scorched his skin. Crying in pain he retreated back into the house. It was during this pain that the revelation set it. Gabriel was shocked, he had just drank the blood of a dead man. His skin had burned in the sun. Slowly he began to notice the other changes, and after a few minutes Gabriel had realized that he was no longer human. He refused to believe such a thing, vampires did not exist. But then why was he drinking blood, hurt by the sun, and didn't have a pulse? The afternoon moved to evening, and eventually the sun started to set. When the shadows of the house provided a route across the lawn, Gabriel took the chance and followed. As he reached the rusted gates of the entrance a person came through them. It was Gabriel's brother. His eyes were red and puffy, face contorted in a look of shock and surprise.
As Paul-Henri moved through the gates toward his brother, who had been missing for a a day and a half, he so fatefully tripped on a loose stone and slammed into the askew gates. His arm slid across a large bolt that used to be the lock, and sliced it open. The sigh of the blood sent Gabriel into a frenzy unlike he had never felt before. Without thinking he shot forward, darting from the shadows and pulled his brother up. The sun had finally set, and the sky was darker. That night, Gabriel drank his brother dry. After the last drops of blood left Paul-Henri's body, Gabriel realized what he had done. It was after such an action, with the emotion of what he had done that Gabriel swore an oath. To every god he had ever know, on the graves of his parents, on his own soul -if he had one for that matter- and on the lifeless corpse of his brother he swore that never again would his lips touch touch the blood of a human.
The following years passed as a blur. Days into weeks, weeks to months and months to years. Gabriel, having no family, no money and no rights to be called a human, decided that the best thing to do now was to try and find others like him. Eventually he succeeded, finding small groups of his kind over the lands. He never stayed longer than a year with other Vampires, disappearing into the dusk and moving on at whim. During these travels across Europe, Gabriel made it a goal of his to study and find all the information he could about who he was, what he was. This goal, as the first, proved to be successful for as the time passed on, his knowledge grew. His studies lead him into other races outside his own. Many, many years had finally come and gone.
Gabriel now found himself back where he had started. France had changed greatly over the last several years, yet, as Gabriel found ironic, he had not changed. His appearance was still of the eighteen old boy, who looked slightly older than his age. Wishing to visit the house that had caused him so much pain he returned to the family manor, rather, what was left of it. Little more than a hollow shell surrounded by forest, the manor had been untouched since the day he had left. After pushing his way into the house itself, trying to seal the flood of memories that seemed to pour in, Gabriel found himself in the study where his former guardian had been that horrible night. After searching through the large room, he came across a large bundle of paper. Yellow and cracked from age Gabriel later found these to be the deed to the entire estate. A few weeks after his visit to the his former home, Gabriel sold the entire land in the black market gaining a rather large amount of money in its stead. With this money, he bought a way of travel to another place. Wishing to leave the dreaded country he moved to a place where there existed a colony of vampires living under one roof and area. Colgan Manor was the name, New York was the game.
Living in Colgan Manor gave Gabriel the most pleasure since his days as a child, human child. During this time, there was peace -as close as peace could come for an Immortal. Gabriel and the other vampires of Colgan Manor lived respected normal lives for being who they were. There was a slight treaty with the werewolves, making life less dangerous. During this period, Gabriel met someone. This woman's name was Tamora Paolini. Born roughly the same time as Gabriel and turned a few years after he, the two hit it off being of the same age and looks. Tamora was the one shed of light in Gabriel's dark past. The two had plans, plans to get married eventually and possibly raise a family -or as close to one as they could get. For several years the two lived in perfect harmony, then started the Great War and with the war Gabriel's life came crashing down once more.
The Humans discovery of the Immortals lead to various outcomes. Most, if not all, were highly unbeneficial toward the Immortals themselves. Immortals were found disappearing from their respected areas. Their new position? Governmental labs where tests were preformed on them. This was speculation by all rights, however those at Colgan Manor was more likely to believe that above the other rumors. It was a short while after Gabriel and Tamora were joined together that the humans attacked. Most of the Vampires flew from the manor in attempt to fight the humans first wave. Gabriel was among them. He had taken down three men, and two women -each with a rather different and fast paced death- before he heard the explosion. The humans had some how managed to blow the manor to heaven's gates. Fury flew through the minds of Gabriel and his clansmen. The fight progressed, however it was clear that humans were winning. Tamora, being a fighter on her own, paired with Gabriel and they took down a good amount of humans. However it wasn't long before the two found themselves cornered. Surrounded by the humans and their weapons.
Three Humans shot forward, their close ranged style quickly countered the speed of Gabriel and Tamora. Gabriel managed to take one down, and as he turned to help Tamora, he knew that he was too late. Tamora was on the ground, arms and legs bent at odd angles. Her head was turned to the left, eyes closed. Gabriel roared and moved forward. All he wanted to do was get revenge. Yet just one against a dozen meant certain death. As he approached the humans one lashed out, catching his off guard. It was at that moment that Gabriel felt a ripping sensation along side. He was pushed to the left, the humans attack now off. Slamming into the ground his eyes moved to what had caused him to fall. A large gray wolf, eyes blazed stood in his stead, now ontop of one of the humans. Gabriel's life had been saved by a werewolf. Such an event changed his looks on both races present. A burning hatred for humans, and a loathing for the wolves that saved his life.
The wolves help decided the fight that fateful night. The Immortals had won, but all sides suffered great losses. To halt the fighting, a group known as the United Nations proposed a treaty for the races. This makeshift treaty was accepted and for a time, there was silence. During this time, the leaderless clave of Vampires came together under a single man. Brilliant in words and life he proposed a peaceful life, giving hope to his people. Greggory Smith was this leader. With the manor gone, and peace around, the clave of Vampires moved to a different home. A lane of houses, which came to be known as Vile Elegance. For seventeen years Gabriel lived there. No longer close to any vampire, refusing to bond with anyone. All that remained in his mind were thoughts of revenge. The Humans, in all their profound glory, had to go.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Gabriel's predictions of a false peace came to light. Riots were common during those days, and becoming more frequent. Greggory Smith was taken by the Werewolves, and upon return he announced that the treaty was gone. In addition, as Gabriel watched, the world began to fall. Power to homes soon fell to dust. The economy fell to ruins, and with it life as it was known to be. The arrival of vial beasts courtesy of the Human Government started to take a stand up. Every race was now against the others. Vile Elegance was the stronghold of the Vampires, where Gabriel lived and watched. The Haven had been erected as a safe place for Humans. And of course the packs of the wolves were present. It was during the chaos of the races that a new group came to be known. Gabriel disliked them from the moment the rumors of their existence arrived. They came to be known as Angels. These angels decided to take matters into their own hands. Lead by their leader, Omarion, as Gabriel understood it, they descended upon the Vampiric stronghold and ravaged it. Greggory was killed, Vampires falling left and right. It was during this confusion that Gabriel managed to escape. Using some means of battle that are regrettable against their race, he left the battle scene, not without damages however. Homeless once more, wanting revenge for his former lover and for their leader, Greggory, Gabriel now begins the movements for his goal to be accomplished.
- Extras-
Personality: The myriad of events during Gabriel's live have all lead up to various changed in his personality. The most current mind set he is in consists of ravage thoughts and odd ideals. Gabriel is not a quiet person by nature, this extended all the way to his childhood. Gabriel is a rather outspoken man, who will not hesitate to speak his mind on any matter he so wishes to. This proves to be a problem as some situations would be better off without his free speaking. In conjunction, most every remark that he speaks is sarcastic. Sarcasm is a rather repeated tone in his words and actions. Gabriel is rather fond of joking, in mixture with sarcasm this is a rather strong combination. During battle, he is the same way. Making witty sarcastic comments. Rarely does he take on a serious tone, although it does happen. Underneath this exterior tone Gabriel has deep set emotions for certain races. Werewolves, Gabriel respects them although he treats them with a burning apathy and sense of annoyance. Other Vampires he tends to up the sarcastic remarks and rude comments. As for Humans and Angels, Gabriel has an outstanding hatred for them. Dropping his act and taking on a serious nature in the presence of each.
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Current Appearance
Accessory - Silver Ring
Weapon - Mace
Nick Name: Gabriel
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: 217 looks around 18-19
Appearance: Standing at a impressive height of six foot two, Gabriel sports a rather slim build. Due to his french background, his skin is a pale shade of cream color. Dark brown, almost black, hair covers his head. This said hair is the most prominent feature. Shaggy and light, it usually hangs down over his eyes and sides. Due to recent circumstances his hair is especially long. Gabriel's eyes are a deep set of gray, given to him from his mothers side of the family. From his father he gains the slender build, long arms and legs, fingers and toes. Underneath his fair skin is a well toned muscle structure, not as advanced as some however. Gabriel's attire most directly consists of dark clothing to augment his complexion. Gray to dark black jeans, darker color sneakers make up his lower half. His torso normally has a darker color shirt, t-shirt and dress shirts are most common.
Weapon:
Gabriel sports one signature weapon, this weapon is a mace. Made of iron and wood the mace is roughly the same length as Gabriel's shoulder to mid-forearm. The handle is constructed of thick wood and extending from this handle is a long metal shaft, which is topped off with a large slightly bigger than a fist sized ball. The ball has wide spikes extending from all sides. The last feature of this mace is the leather strap attached to the handle
History:
Gabriel Rousseau Devereaux was born the son of Duc Jacques Devereaux, a rather aclaimed Duke of France at the time, and Lady Julienne de Rousseau, his wife. Duc Jacques held the French court rank of Prince du Sang, which placed the Duc in the blood line of the current king and his family. Due to such a position in the french society, Duc Jacques and Lady Julienne were quite set for a comfortable life. Julienne came from another family of nobility, one that had great ties with the french merchant shipping trade. This, in combination with Duc Jacques estates, lead to the vast wealth of the two. It was but three years after their arranged marriage that Julienne gave birth to a child. The child, which had been planned as final joint of the two respected families, was everything to two -and their respected families- wished to have. Named after an elder grandfather, so came to be the existence of Gabriel. The newborn grew to become a toddler, and from there a child. It was during this childhood that Lady Julienne de Rousseau gave birth once more. The child's name was Paul-Henri, and he was the exact copy of the firstborn, Gabriel. The two, even as small children became as close as brothers could be. Paul-Henri was younger than Gabriel, a year and two at most, yet Gabriel had held a great feeling of protection over his brother. This feeling developed in a deep set goal, which road out through the brothers childhood.
Being the children of french nobility, the two brothers were seldom without. They had the necessities of life and lavishes here and there, however the two were strictly held by their fathers teachings. Duc Jacques was a man of tradition, which had extended toward the raising of his children. Gabriel and his brother were brought up with the most strick of restrictions. They were never to spend more than they had earned with their own hands, and were kept from their family inheritance until the two reached the age of manhood. Gabriel, being of a rather demanding nature, fought against the lines of rule his father has implemented but never to any avail. Paul-Henri, wishing to be a model of his elder brother, presented the same feelings toward their situation. Under the watching and limitations of their father, the love and support of their mother, and guidance from both, the two grew into the later stages of life. With this new time period came an event that would forever alter their lives. It was during a party, one set for the king of France, that the event occurred. Gabriel, Paul-Henri, Duc Jacques and Lady Julienne left their lavish estate and made way to the winter house of the king. Taking only a driver, the Duc assured Gabriel and the rest that security measures would not be a necessity this night.
Almost halfway to the country estate of the king, the family found themselves sliding across the road, and eventually over turned and pressed against a large light-post. Gabriel was covered in glass, cuts and his leg was searing with pain. As his vision began to fade, the darkness creeping along his vision, Gabriel heard a piercing scream. It was loud, so loud that his ears hurt and he only wished for it to stop. It was at the last second before all was black that he realized that the screaming was his doing. Several hours later Gabriel awoke in the comfort of a bed. He had been taken to the local hospital where his minor injuries had been treated. His brother, was of the same accord, having only minor cuts and a broken arm. The true horror of the accident was the fate of his parents. Both had died in the crash, their mother with a broken neck and their father who had been bled to death from the shattered glass. The next few months seemed as a blur to now orphaned Gabriel and Paul-Henri. They returned home and were taken care of by the estates various servants. The question that raged through the minds of many was to who the money and estates were to be given. Gabriel was only thirteen, five years short of being a man, and could not take their late parents vast fortune. Eventually it was decided by the courts that the inheritance of Gabriel would be handled and watch by their new guardian. The guardian was a second cousin to their mother, a man by the name of Jean-Claude.
Jean-Claude turned out to be nothing more than a horrid man, overcome with greed and ambition. Not but days after the signing of the documents -that gave him full rights to the brothers and their inheritance- he decided that it was to be in the brothers best interest if they were to continue their education by other means. This ideal resulted in Gabriel and Paul-Henri being sent to a far away Swiss boarding school. For the next three five of their lives, the two lead their life on the grounds of the school. It was at age eighteen that Gabriel decided that enough was enough, now old enough to claim his rights he decided to do just that. He stood by as the months past, and when winter finally came he took his chance. With the help of Paul-Henri, Gabriel constructed a false letter from their guardian Jean-Claude. It gave them clearance to leave the school for their holiday time, and it was at the schools expense of transportation. A matter of days and the brothers had returned home. With anger fueling his actions, Gabriel returned to his late fathers estate and confronted Jean-Claude. What he found during such was more horrific than the death of his parents. The family estate was in chaos. The clean cut lawn was now overgrown. The house itself was covered with ivy, the windows had been boarded up and the doors heavily damaged. Their once beloved household was nothing more than a ravaged building.
Puzzled and demanding answers, Gabriel was not about to leave without seeking the truth. Forcing his brother to stay in nearby hotel, he returned to the house a day after they had witnessed it. The sun was setting as he pulled up to the front doors. The inside of the house was as bad, if not worse than the outside. Gabriel was ready to search it from top to bottom when he heard voices coming from above. He moved up the stairs, up to the second floor. He turned down the west wing corridor and headed toward the voices. They appeared to be coming from his fathers old study. When he reached the doors he paused outside them. A dim light spilled from a crack in the door. Pressing his eye to the crack and peering in, Gabriel saw the scene that would forever change his life. Jean-Claude was standing at the fireplace, gazing into the flames. He was in a horrible shape, his body was extremely plump, hair askew and clothes in rips. Behind him a man lay on the floor, his necktie was loose and his shirt was stained a deep red. Jean-Claude turned around and lowered his gaze to the man on the floor. Gabriel's guardian looked no different than the man on the floor with his red stains on the shirt. It was his face that send a chill down Gabriel's spine. Jean-Claude's mouth covered in blood. The red liquid smeared across his lips and chin. His teeth were stained red and it dripped from the corner of his mouth. Gabriel, viewing this scene, finally found the courage to move. It was as he tried to leave that Jean-Claude appeared in front of him. The door has swung open so fast that he had not noticed it at first. Grinning from ear to ear and looking vivid Jean-Claude reached out. Gabriel tried to move but found himself rooted to the spot.
In the seconds that followed, he watched as Jean-Claude leaned over and bit Gabriel's neck. The pain was nothing like he had ever felt. A searing sensation that raged throughout his body. His legs turned to water and he fell to the ground. Jean then leaned over, his grin even wider. The now monster of a man reached into his shirt and pulled out a thin knife. Still grinning he reached over Gabriel's body and made a long cut on his own palm. Turning his hand he pressed the wound together and let drops of blood fall down. They hit the spot where Jean had bitten Gabriel. The pain that he felt at that moment in time sent him into a abyss of black. He did not awake for a very long time, and when he did Jean-Claude was gone.
As soon as he had awoke, the hunger set in. The deep hunger that voided all other thoughts and emotions. If Gabriel would have been in a more proper mindset he might had noticed the changes. The increase in speed, strength and eye sight for starters. And perhaps he would have noticed that the bite mark on his neck was gone, as if it never had been. And surly, if his hunger had not been so great, he would have noticed that he had no pulse. But alas, none of that occurred to him. All that he thought, felt, understood and wanted was to supplement the hunger by any means. Gabriel, with his hunger, proceeded to find a source to fill it. His newly heightened senses lead him to the body of the man Jean-Claude has killed. Without a second thought of his actions, Gabriel was on the body. His teeth were tearing into the skin, mouth open. The man had been dead a while, but there was still blood in some parts of his body as well as on the floor and shirt. It took but seconds for Gabriel to fill himself with the remaining blood. Even after such a feast, his hunger was not satisfied.
Several hours had past since Jean-Claude had bitten him so when Gabriel burst through the front doors of his manor the afternoon sun scorched his skin. Crying in pain he retreated back into the house. It was during this pain that the revelation set it. Gabriel was shocked, he had just drank the blood of a dead man. His skin had burned in the sun. Slowly he began to notice the other changes, and after a few minutes Gabriel had realized that he was no longer human. He refused to believe such a thing, vampires did not exist. But then why was he drinking blood, hurt by the sun, and didn't have a pulse? The afternoon moved to evening, and eventually the sun started to set. When the shadows of the house provided a route across the lawn, Gabriel took the chance and followed. As he reached the rusted gates of the entrance a person came through them. It was Gabriel's brother. His eyes were red and puffy, face contorted in a look of shock and surprise.
As Paul-Henri moved through the gates toward his brother, who had been missing for a a day and a half, he so fatefully tripped on a loose stone and slammed into the askew gates. His arm slid across a large bolt that used to be the lock, and sliced it open. The sigh of the blood sent Gabriel into a frenzy unlike he had never felt before. Without thinking he shot forward, darting from the shadows and pulled his brother up. The sun had finally set, and the sky was darker. That night, Gabriel drank his brother dry. After the last drops of blood left Paul-Henri's body, Gabriel realized what he had done. It was after such an action, with the emotion of what he had done that Gabriel swore an oath. To every god he had ever know, on the graves of his parents, on his own soul -if he had one for that matter- and on the lifeless corpse of his brother he swore that never again would his lips touch touch the blood of a human.
The following years passed as a blur. Days into weeks, weeks to months and months to years. Gabriel, having no family, no money and no rights to be called a human, decided that the best thing to do now was to try and find others like him. Eventually he succeeded, finding small groups of his kind over the lands. He never stayed longer than a year with other Vampires, disappearing into the dusk and moving on at whim. During these travels across Europe, Gabriel made it a goal of his to study and find all the information he could about who he was, what he was. This goal, as the first, proved to be successful for as the time passed on, his knowledge grew. His studies lead him into other races outside his own. Many, many years had finally come and gone.
Gabriel now found himself back where he had started. France had changed greatly over the last several years, yet, as Gabriel found ironic, he had not changed. His appearance was still of the eighteen old boy, who looked slightly older than his age. Wishing to visit the house that had caused him so much pain he returned to the family manor, rather, what was left of it. Little more than a hollow shell surrounded by forest, the manor had been untouched since the day he had left. After pushing his way into the house itself, trying to seal the flood of memories that seemed to pour in, Gabriel found himself in the study where his former guardian had been that horrible night. After searching through the large room, he came across a large bundle of paper. Yellow and cracked from age Gabriel later found these to be the deed to the entire estate. A few weeks after his visit to the his former home, Gabriel sold the entire land in the black market gaining a rather large amount of money in its stead. With this money, he bought a way of travel to another place. Wishing to leave the dreaded country he moved to a place where there existed a colony of vampires living under one roof and area. Colgan Manor was the name, New York was the game.
Living in Colgan Manor gave Gabriel the most pleasure since his days as a child, human child. During this time, there was peace -as close as peace could come for an Immortal. Gabriel and the other vampires of Colgan Manor lived respected normal lives for being who they were. There was a slight treaty with the werewolves, making life less dangerous. During this period, Gabriel met someone. This woman's name was Tamora Paolini. Born roughly the same time as Gabriel and turned a few years after he, the two hit it off being of the same age and looks. Tamora was the one shed of light in Gabriel's dark past. The two had plans, plans to get married eventually and possibly raise a family -or as close to one as they could get. For several years the two lived in perfect harmony, then started the Great War and with the war Gabriel's life came crashing down once more.
The Humans discovery of the Immortals lead to various outcomes. Most, if not all, were highly unbeneficial toward the Immortals themselves. Immortals were found disappearing from their respected areas. Their new position? Governmental labs where tests were preformed on them. This was speculation by all rights, however those at Colgan Manor was more likely to believe that above the other rumors. It was a short while after Gabriel and Tamora were joined together that the humans attacked. Most of the Vampires flew from the manor in attempt to fight the humans first wave. Gabriel was among them. He had taken down three men, and two women -each with a rather different and fast paced death- before he heard the explosion. The humans had some how managed to blow the manor to heaven's gates. Fury flew through the minds of Gabriel and his clansmen. The fight progressed, however it was clear that humans were winning. Tamora, being a fighter on her own, paired with Gabriel and they took down a good amount of humans. However it wasn't long before the two found themselves cornered. Surrounded by the humans and their weapons.
Three Humans shot forward, their close ranged style quickly countered the speed of Gabriel and Tamora. Gabriel managed to take one down, and as he turned to help Tamora, he knew that he was too late. Tamora was on the ground, arms and legs bent at odd angles. Her head was turned to the left, eyes closed. Gabriel roared and moved forward. All he wanted to do was get revenge. Yet just one against a dozen meant certain death. As he approached the humans one lashed out, catching his off guard. It was at that moment that Gabriel felt a ripping sensation along side. He was pushed to the left, the humans attack now off. Slamming into the ground his eyes moved to what had caused him to fall. A large gray wolf, eyes blazed stood in his stead, now ontop of one of the humans. Gabriel's life had been saved by a werewolf. Such an event changed his looks on both races present. A burning hatred for humans, and a loathing for the wolves that saved his life.
The wolves help decided the fight that fateful night. The Immortals had won, but all sides suffered great losses. To halt the fighting, a group known as the United Nations proposed a treaty for the races. This makeshift treaty was accepted and for a time, there was silence. During this time, the leaderless clave of Vampires came together under a single man. Brilliant in words and life he proposed a peaceful life, giving hope to his people. Greggory Smith was this leader. With the manor gone, and peace around, the clave of Vampires moved to a different home. A lane of houses, which came to be known as Vile Elegance. For seventeen years Gabriel lived there. No longer close to any vampire, refusing to bond with anyone. All that remained in his mind were thoughts of revenge. The Humans, in all their profound glory, had to go.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Gabriel's predictions of a false peace came to light. Riots were common during those days, and becoming more frequent. Greggory Smith was taken by the Werewolves, and upon return he announced that the treaty was gone. In addition, as Gabriel watched, the world began to fall. Power to homes soon fell to dust. The economy fell to ruins, and with it life as it was known to be. The arrival of vial beasts courtesy of the Human Government started to take a stand up. Every race was now against the others. Vile Elegance was the stronghold of the Vampires, where Gabriel lived and watched. The Haven had been erected as a safe place for Humans. And of course the packs of the wolves were present. It was during the chaos of the races that a new group came to be known. Gabriel disliked them from the moment the rumors of their existence arrived. They came to be known as Angels. These angels decided to take matters into their own hands. Lead by their leader, Omarion, as Gabriel understood it, they descended upon the Vampiric stronghold and ravaged it. Greggory was killed, Vampires falling left and right. It was during this confusion that Gabriel managed to escape. Using some means of battle that are regrettable against their race, he left the battle scene, not without damages however. Homeless once more, wanting revenge for his former lover and for their leader, Greggory, Gabriel now begins the movements for his goal to be accomplished.
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Personality: The myriad of events during Gabriel's live have all lead up to various changed in his personality. The most current mind set he is in consists of ravage thoughts and odd ideals. Gabriel is not a quiet person by nature, this extended all the way to his childhood. Gabriel is a rather outspoken man, who will not hesitate to speak his mind on any matter he so wishes to. This proves to be a problem as some situations would be better off without his free speaking. In conjunction, most every remark that he speaks is sarcastic. Sarcasm is a rather repeated tone in his words and actions. Gabriel is rather fond of joking, in mixture with sarcasm this is a rather strong combination. During battle, he is the same way. Making witty sarcastic comments. Rarely does he take on a serious tone, although it does happen. Underneath this exterior tone Gabriel has deep set emotions for certain races. Werewolves, Gabriel respects them although he treats them with a burning apathy and sense of annoyance. Other Vampires he tends to up the sarcastic remarks and rude comments. As for Humans and Angels, Gabriel has an outstanding hatred for them. Dropping his act and taking on a serious nature in the presence of each.
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Accessory - Silver Ring
Weapon - Mace