Post by Rascal on Nov 29, 2011 4:04:15 GMT -5
GABRIEL
" I need a hero
A hero's gonna save me just in time
A hero's gonna save me just in time
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Gabriel
NICKNAME(S): Lost
PRONUNCIATION: ga' bre - al
POSITION: Slave
taste the sky,
AGE: 2
GENDER: Male
BREED: Timber Wolf
HEIGHT:21 in
APPEARANCE: Gabriel, depending on who’s looking at him, can either be taken as a sad excuse for a wolf or one for sleek and fast movements. Starting from his head down, Gabriel’s ears are soft to the touch and rounder than most others. There’s a knick his right ear from when his smart mouth had caused a rather hard beating. Across his nose, though the fur has grown over most of it, is a soft pink scar that makes its way to his dark black nose. His cheeks are not as fluffy as most because of the lack of care but with the soft streaks of a light grey beneath his eyes, it pulls all attention away from the knicks on his face. Round, large and full of wonder his dark amber like eyes are always wide with thoughts across his head on when and if he will be accepted.
Moving down from his head his neck is thick with fur and compliments his chest and whithers on his shoulders. Probably the most bulky part of his body, his fur, when groomed, is softer on the under coat and slightly coarse on the top. His front legs are thin along with his small paws. On his elbows and wrists they have soft feathery fur that flares out. Down his spine, his fur covers his sad excuse for a build but his undercarriage isn’t as lucky. Curving after his ribcage, his stomach is what can either make him seem pathetic or very lethal in the battle of speed and flexibility. Though his back legs are just as thin as his front, they hold slightly more muscle and give the wolf better leverage when climbing, oddly enough. His thighs and back end, though looking fluffy, is quite thin but with the help of his mid length tail, the feathery fluff of his fur help give him some body.
Overall his coat is a dark black with the streaks of grey under his eyes and the soft strips on his wrists, ankles and hackles along with the spine of his fur, trailing down in a soft and yet almost chocolate brown color. His coat from afar can give the impression of pitch black until just a few feet away does the soft shades of brown on his back and the streaks of grey do they show the wondering eyes.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY:Mostly soft spoken and not daring to even make a quivering noise, Gabriel to most pull off the mute and lame aspect which makes him ignored for most claiming. He gives the masked personality of being worthless and not worth the time of those Masters who are looking for an eager and willing slave. On the outside, he gives off the skittish and rather dangerous tone of slave, noting the slight psychotic-ness of his actions of the sudden head movements, the laxed body and the overall blind carelessness.
Let’s take a dive to the inner workings of Gabriel’s thoughts, away from what he has others proceed him as. Beneath the carelessness of the wolf’s eyes and body language, his mind is much like the mixture of a puppy and a strange yet older adult. Perhaps with the harsh lifestyle but none really know. The puppy aspect of his mind is countlessly and constantly questioning the motives, movements and thoughts of those around him and the words spoken that cause him to wonder their true meaning. He questions just about anything inwardly and even the fact of he being a slave, how he got there, the whole escalade on how it became that he would be forced this lifestyle.
The adult aspect of his mind, almost giving him a rather strange splitting personality, questions even more, but the bigger picture. Why does he bow down to the ones that rule over, why he allows himself to be taken beyond the boundaries of his own insanity where his anger will grab hold of him and cause a rather hard beating as the aftermath? Triggering most of his emotional rampages or just the random outbursts are mostly the bullying of other slaves that overpower him, the guards that watch over him and even the occasional Master that seems to rub him the wrong way. It’s this part of his brain that he deflects and refuses to let him bow down to those he cannot stand.
But in all reality, the other side of him yearns for a Master that will show him the other side of the hell hole he grew up in. With his vivid and strange creation of the world around him, he can find himself talking to that who he wishes was real, a Master that whom he would respect and crave for. Circling around the imagination of this side, is also his playful and rather protective nature and even at times possessive.
As a playful wolf, Gabriel enjoys the aspects of play, though he hasn’t done much of during his puppyhood, he enjoys the smiles and comforts of those around him(again, though he hasn’t seen/done it a lot, it’s still a craving he wishes) He can be a big part of it, acting much like a puppy to issue out a game of tag or a simple wrestling match. The protective part can be rather reclusive but it’s there, essential with the younger generation. Though young himself, Gabriel is big on the life of a puppy being the best, free or not. When in a strange and oddly dominate mood, he can and will protect those below him, even if the one before him towers above his own. Gabriel would not think twice about giving his life away for one less fortunate than himself.
What causes his possessiveness however has not yet been determined. Even he questions when and if that factor will ever come to him. Would it be over his Master when another slave is more favored than he is? It’s the simple questions that drive his simple ideas that spark in to all out studying of the world around him. Though he gives off the lame and mute outlook, he would continue the charade even if taken and until they were sick of him and turn him back would he try again to find the one that best fits him. Though odd for a slave, he’s more of the slave looking to the Master. Strange enough, his personality can sway and easily form into a rather pathetic wolf that cowers before anyone stronger than him, but this is simply a defense mechanism he uses to either get out of things or to end a punishment rather quickly. Gabriel is rather skeptic and along with that very aware of the world around him.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER:Unknown to him (Absinthe)
MOTHER: Corina (Area Unknown)
SIBLINGS: One was stillborn, another died a few days later while two more were taken away and separated.(Zane - Brother)
HISTORY: Born into the suppression and dump of Auktion Rock. His mother, having been a recent slave but returned because of reasons unknown by himself, she had not known that she was and had also been impregnated. Having learned of her secret, she tried to have the pups and hoped for their lives to be better than her own, but in parole, she was easily found out and upon her one still born, she had four living pups, Gabriel being the last born but not necessarily the runt of the litter. No, his smallest sister had died several days later while his other two siblings were taken from his mother and away from the rock, leaving him alone with the only person he knew and trusted.
But that comfortable, or rather ‘slightly’ comfortable life he had with his mother ended when she was once again taken but he was left. Devastated to be left alone in the dump, to be that of a slave like his mother, Gabriel was left alone once more, but this time in desperation he fought. He was only a wee pup, about 5 months old when he rebelled against the ones that watched over the slaves that accompanied the rocks grounds. It was then that his horrid beaten happened and his rebelling had ceased that very day. It was after that, that he began to think differently, work differently and began plotting.
Within the two years of his rather pitiful life, Gabriel had began to call himself ‘Lost’. Reason being for him because he was exactly that. Lost in the world of slaves where individuality seemed non-existent to those around him. And so deeming himself that name, he began to force it (in a rather strange way) on other’s tongues. It wasn’t long before others actually forgot his name, but like they cared in the beginning was highly unlikely. So now, reaching his second year mark, Gabriel is tired of this world in the slums, and wishes to leave it’s rather disgusted glory and seek a new life.