Gabriel
"You look like you've seen a ghost."
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Character- Retire, Dragon-Retire
NAME:Gabriel
GENDER:Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Pansexual Panromantic
BIRTHDATE: Late Fall 2739
AGE: 36 as of 2775
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Dragonrider
WING: Firestorm Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown, short and wavy.
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6' 1, muscular with a strong legs.
PLAY-BY: Gabriel Reyes (Reaper) (Overwatch)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Gabriel is a strongly built, dark skinned man. He has wavy brown hair that's usually hidden under a hat, but when it's visible it looks like he just ran his fingers through it. He has a well kept mustache and beard, as well as several thin scars on the right side of his face. One splits his lower lip, and the rest mar the skin of his cheek and nose.
Gabriel isn't the tallest man on the planet, but he doesn't need to be. He carries himself in an intimidating manner; head high, arms crossed, and a near permanent frown on his scarred face. He's already starting to get frown lines around his eyes and mouth from all the scowling he does.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Gabriel's personality could probably be best described as 'done-with-everything-and-everyone'. He's not nice, and doesn't care if people think he is or not. In fact he prefers people think he's mean. That means less people will be surprised when he's blunt, sarcastic, and painfully honest with them. He can be quick to anger and isn't afraid to raise his voice to get his point across.
Surprisingly, he has a soft spot for kids. His entire being is just a little softer around them. He doesn't frown as ferociously, his voice remains calm, and he tries his hardest not to frighten them. Some would claim he actually smiles when he's around children!
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Carolina (Mother, deceased)
Rafael (Father, estranged)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Ista Weyr
HISTORY: TW: Death Mention
Gabriel's childhood wasn't eventful in the slightest. It wasn't necessarily easy, but he was loved. His mother raised him alone, and his father was off who-knows-where doing who-knows-what. He never cared to learn about him. All he knew was that he wasn't there and his mother was. The first few years of candidacy went about the same as most of his childhood, attending hatching after hatching without impression.
And then his mother died.
Suddenly he had nothing keeping him at Ista Weyr. He didn't want to be there, left with only the memory of his mother. He was only 21, but he had every intention of leaving after that. Ista hadn't provided him much reason to stay, and the only family he cared about was gone.
Then there was Morriseth, from the last hatching at Ista he intended to attend before leaving. A bronze who, unlike many he had seen, was... kind, accepting, soft almost. He couldn't bring himself to resent the dragon for tying him back down. It wasn't forever after all, and now he had a partner to keep him company. His plans to leave still hadn't changed. Ista might have finally given him a reason to, but his mind had been made up when his mother died. He stayed a little longer than he intended, transferring to High Reaches when he was 24. He figured that was the best place to go. It was somewhere that could use a bit of tough love, if Morriseth would let him.