Post by gabriel on Mar 17, 2012 23:46:24 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Gabriel Emilian Nicolescu
★ NICKNAME: Most of the time, people call him ‘Little Red’ because of the red hood he always wears. He always introduces himself as ‘Gabe’.
★ MEMBER GROUP: Illegal Team Rocket Gijinka
★ POKEMON: Meowth
★ AGE: 26
★ HEIGHT: 5’9”
★ WEIGHT: 144lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Gunji from Togainu No Chi
★ APPEARANCE:
The two most distinguishing features about Gabriel is his trademark red hood and his tattoos. He almost always wears a red hood over whatever else he has on, earning him the nickname of Little Red after the old fairy tale. His chest, shoulders, back and forearms are covered in a complex web of tattoos that go right up his neck. The ones on his forearms are light blue and red, while the rest of them are black. Originally, these were gang related tattoos, but he gradually covered them up with an overall design that made them unidentifiable.
Gabriel wears his blond hair long, down to his shoulders and occasionally clipped back, though the majority of the time it’s kept swept in front of his dark blue eyes. His right ear is practically riddled with holes from various earrings, but his left is untouched. Gabriel’s of average height, but his build is rather slender. His shoulders are perhaps not as broad as they should be and his hips are rather narrow, most of it thanks to his DNA. He simply looks slighter and lighter footed than he used to. His build contributes to his nickname, Little Red, because some may compare his stature to that of a young girl. Thankfully, the DNA only affected his muscle growth and build, not his height.
As for his clothes, his trademark red hood is almost always there. He wears dog tags on a chain around his waist, and he often goes shirtless altogether because, as he claims, it’s easier to move that way. Some may find it strange that he bandages up his hands a lot, but that’s because he always keeps his weapons nearby. Feeling the need to mimic his Pokemon DNA a little more, he fashioned a pair of long, metal claws that he can use to scratch, rip or use as leverage to climb walls with.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Concerned >> Or at least he tries to be. Gabriel often tries to do good things, but more often than not is thrown into bad situations by circumstance. Whenever he tries to do something for the sake of being kind, it crashes and burns.
- Imaginative >> He likes to sit around and think and he loves to draw what he’s thinking in a sketchbook, but things can get ridiculous or scary or ridiculously scary very fast in his mind.
- Fearless / Valiant >> It seems that the crazier something is, the more willing Gabriel is to follow through. He’s a dangerous stunt enthusiast, and though he tends to lay low, there are times when he’ll just let loose and perhaps jump off a building.
- Charming / Charismatic >> There’s just something about Gabriel that’s easy to like. He knows just how to talk to get someone to take an interest, and he’s an expert at worming his way out of problems.
- Adventurous >> He simply loves to try new things, or be go and see new places. Staying stationary isn’t often a choice for Gabriel, and he feels the need to just run as often as he can. Having an actual destination is optional.
- Outwardly Upbeat >> He’s got broken knees and a broken heart, yet he still keeps a million dollar smile on his face. He knows his life’s pretty messed up, but he tries his best nonetheless.
★ NEGATIVE:
- Spiteful / Bitter >> Gabriel holds a lot of hate towards a lot of things, though he tries hard not to let it obscure his views. Trying and succeeding are often very different, and it fails more often than not.
- Reckless >> He’s the sort of guy who knows what he’s doing will probably get him killed, and simply doesn’t give a flying fuck. It’s not because he can’t plan long-term, but just because he doesn’t care enough.
- Self-Hating >> Gabriel thinks horrible things of himself. Every bad thing that happens to him, he’s fully convinced that he deserves. This often leads him into self-destructive behaviours that he does little to try and alleviate.
- Treacherous >> Though he doesn’t do horrible things on purpose, his upbringing and ways of life automatically put him in a category not to be trusted.
- Addict >> Morphine, to be exact. He’s almost as addicted to trying to quit as he is addicted to the stuff itself.
- Inwardly Dejected >> Despite how he acts much of the time, Gabriel isn’t the most cheerful of individuals. In fact, he’s outright depressed and broods much of the time when he’s alone. He’d rather die than show it around others, of course.
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- Thanks to his Meowth DNA, Gabriel is much more agile, balanced and flexible than the average person. This lends greatly to his freerunning and parkour ability, which is vital to his job.
- Because of his slender build and the fact that he always seems to wear a red hood, he’s earned the nickname “Little Red”, after Little Red Riding Hood.
- Since obtaining the DNA, his tongue had become rather rough, comparable to sandpaper… which definitely doesn’t help his new urge to ‘lick clean’ whatever comes within reach of his face.
- Gabriel likes to sleep in enclosed spaces. He’d much prefer to sleep in a closet than an actual bed, and when he does, he piles up the pillows and blankets around him until it’s practically a cave.
- He almost constantly feels the need to run. He paces when he’s stuck in a closed space, and his fidgeting can lead to finger-biting and scratching himself if he’s not allowed room to move freely. He gets even more anxious when he’s forced to be still.
- Kissing is a weird point for him. Though Gabriel has no issue with sleeping around, he will refuse to kiss a person unless he feels that they’re close or worth the emotional effort required. Kissing is a bonding ritual, and he’d prefer to distance himself from his flings.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Gabriel was born from experience, and he certainly seems to act that way much of the time. He holds a lot of contempt towards the world and rarely believes his own senses, let alone other people, though he has tried hard to tone it down. All his tries have been met with failure, as he’s seen and been through much more bad than good. He sees everything in a rather cynical light, though he tries not to show it to others too much. He says one thing and thinks another, keeps his multitude of secrets to himself and basically hides much of himself away from the world.
He’s a charmer; growing up in the streets and having to survive mostly on his own until he gained favour for his skills, Gabriel had quickly learned exactly how to talk and exactly what to do. He often worms his way out of trouble with words, or can get people to do what he asks with a few tactfully placed requests. People often find his personality very alluring, drawing them in and making them want to listen.
He’s a horribly reckless individual; willing to do things that may for sure kill him, simply because he doesn’t care much for self preservation. Gabriel is almost entirely convinced that he has little purpose, and so goes with the flow and wherever that happens to throw him. Reckless and dangerous behaviour is regular for him, including his addiction to morphine, which he doesn’t particularly like in the first place. It “makes the pain go away”, though nobody but himself is quite sure of what that pain is, physical or mental.
Unfortunately, even though he often acts rather cheerful and upbeat, he’s inwardly rather downtrodden and depressed. He doesn’t like how he habitually views things and what he’s done with his life, but he feels as if he’s seriously unable to change it now. He doesn’t want to, but often sees things as utterly hopeless for him. He struggles to do some good in his life, but so far, it’s always ended up in failure. This has only added to his depression, and he’s quite lost as to what to do next if he continues to fail to accomplish anything worthwhile.
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H I S T O R Y
Gabriel Emilian Nicolescu was born to a couple who moved to the main city from a much smaller farming colony not too far off with hopes and dreams of a new, better life. Unfortunately, at the time he was born, all they could afford was the worst part of the slums, which definitely wasn’t any better than their previous home. It was the sketchy sort of place where one could get shanked with a broken beer bottle in the middle of the day, and kids would be shot if in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
As he grew up, the shady parts of the slums became his home, and those far-away dreams of clean streets and safe-to-keep-your-doors-unlocked-at-night neighbourhoods became what seemed like myths that his parents told. The bad places were considered normal, and kindness from strangers were considered odd and a danger sign. Gabriel learned how to talk the talk, learned what would keep him alive and what would not, and slowly got involved with various gangs that his parents tried to turn blind eyes to.
At the age of fourteen, Gabriel became a true street rat once his parents decided enough was enough, gave up their hopes in their ‘good boy’ and kicked him out. He was woven into his already established gridwork of the worst parts of the city, being taken in and thrown into explosions of gang violence. Tattoos became a norm for him, denoting his status and where his loyalties lay.
But even at the age of fourteen, it was obvious what his abilities were. He was light footed and agile, slipping in and out of various cracks and alleyways and easily avoiding authority with a vault over a fence or a leap from the roof of a building. Various gangs pulled him back and forth, fighting over who offered him the most and where he should offer his services. He turned into a very wanted man, both by authorities and head figures in various criminal rings.
One rather prominent drug lord finally did it, promising him heightened agility and prowess in return for his loyalty. A mere year after he left his ruined home to the even more ruined streets, he was given a vial of Black Market DNA; Meowth, to be exact. Because he’d yet to hit puberty at full swing yet, Gabriel was more effected by the DNA than most would have if they received it later in life.
As he grew, his shoulders never broadened like most boys’ did. He remained lithe and thin, light on his feet and quick at the cost of his muscles and bones filling out. He was pushed around by his so-called “friends” because of how he never seemed to grow more masculine, and tried to prove himself by attempting more and more dangerous stunts. His list of activity up until now included armed robbery, breaking and entering, assault, battery… a list as long as his arm.
The promise of more power, however, didn’t finalize Gabriel’s loyalties in his boss’ head. There was still always more being offered for better, and he didn’t need his investment to disappear on him one day. Addiction was the next step, and his poison was morphine. By the time Gabriel reached the age of seventeen, he couldn’t go more than a day without a dose.
When he hit seventeen, he began to think more about what he’d done and what he regretted. A job as a drug mule wasn’t exactly glamorous, and he felt somewhat sorry for how he disappointed his parents the way he did. It was too late to go back to that now and fix it, and used the morphine to fog out the emotional distress for bursts of time. His hope in himself and the world around him began radically slipping at that point, and the more he could escape, the better.
His activities further increased in the criminal field, now touching upon territory of being a gangbanger; going after people who owed his bosses to “teach them a lesson”. He never got as far as murder, outright refusing to do so at a great risk to himself, but he didn’t care. No matter how desperate he got, he was fraught to keep the very last of his morals; never kill another person.
The next several years were extremely blurry for him, studded by various attempts to quit and escape, and various failed tries. He did attempt to befriend a lonely hermit who he thought was more of a genius than anything; he was strange, his house filled with turning gears and steaming pipes and not a single other living thing in sight. From him, he got the metal claws he wears when he knows he may get into a fight, or in a situation where scaling walls is necessary.
Being rather lonely himself, Gabriel struggled to form some sort of friendship with the forlorn man who lived in the woods. He’d visit the man, whose name was Ramses, on a pretty regular weekly basis to try and talk to him, ask him about his new pieces of work or whatever he found to hold conversation about. Unfortunately, it never worked. Ramses was not a man of conversation or of friendship, and his painfully shy demeanor finally told Gabriel that it was useless to try and force companionship. After six months, he finally let the man to himself; another small but still failed attempt at bringing himself back around.
He remembered very little up until he was about twenty four years old. It was both a combination of nothing-in-particular happening that stood out, and being drugged up the majority of the time he wasn’t working. Tattoos and morphine became his addictions, as well as trying to quit. The pain from the ink gun and the numbness from the morphine made him rather mindless, and though he definitely didn’t see it at the time, it was a steady downward spiral, quickly turning into inches until rock bottom.
Sometime during this blurry stage, his apartment was broken into, but instead of just letting it go for safety’s sake, he chased down the intruder until he caught him. Said intruder turned out to be some sixteen year old kid, and at first, Gabriel was definitely not too appreciative.
After a few more run-ins, Gabriel began to soften up to the kid and eventually allowed him to stay in one of his apartment’s spare rooms for cheap. Once again, he was trying to do some good and repair himself. He tried to clean himself up slowly at this point again, managing to cut back and become sober a good portion of the time, but it was never really enough.
Of course, with the way his life was going, the powers that be weren’t going to let him go so easily. The relationship between him and the kid went from “helping-you-because-I-want-to” to a very physical one, and Gabriel isn’t exactly sure how it started in the first place. Either way, his attempt at doing something good once again crashed and burned.
The kid he took in soon joined Team Rocket. Gabriel was not at all pleased, but saw that leaving him to do as he wished would just result in another street rat with little to lose. Though he didn’t quite know what the hell Team Rocket was all about, and he knew he’d risk everything if his bosses found out, he joined anyway to keep an eye on the younger boy.
As Gabriel’s luck would have it, his bosses did find out. Gang leaders and drug lords weren’t the kindest of individuals, and he knew that he was in very deep trouble now. He used every last connection he had to hide himself; he covered all his tattoos with new ink in intricate patterns that meant nothing at all, moved to a different apartment in the shadiest parts of town, paid in only cash and for all intents and purposes, disappeared off the face of the earth as far as information went.
The stint shoved him into the worst of his depression, and he began to actively self-hate instead of trying to persuade himself that he was worth something. His hope was gone. Though he keeps up a happy front, convincing everybody that he’s alright, he’s quite sure he’s met a dead end.
After a long stint of hiding, Gabriel is just beginning to reemerge again, though with great caution; his head is still wanted on a shiny silver platter.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Renegade!
★ AGE: No BU
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
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