Character profile

Gabriel Swarze

Race:

Human

Gender:

male

Age:

old

Currently offline

Description of the character

A slim figure dressed in black roams in the shadows. Though some may see two intense dagger-like blue eyes looking back of them. Unkept hair and always wearing a robe which is used to keep everything hidden. A sick smile can creep across his face almost reveling rotten teeth and some that are missing.

Story of the character

oving his foot away from her trembling hand, watching her crawl around in the blood spilling from her mouth. He knew it would go exactly to plan, the way he always dreamed. And finally, he could sit back and watch it all unfold before his very eyes. The darkest of chuckles made its way through the sinister grin upon his face when the bit of glass lands in the blood after a grim cough. Gabriel's eyes narrowed as she fell and laid there, gasping for the air all the blood blocked off. Not one word he said, he simply watched his mother twitch until he could feel she was no longer there... At sixteen years old he left his home and his dead mother laying there in their kitchen...

Life was so simple for Gabriel growing up. Between the drunken catastrophic excuse for a father and a mother that never dared to open her mouth. He spent most of his time outside, usually being thrown and locked out for days at a time. He never minded it, getting out was an escape and not to different. He knew he would have better luck finding food elsewhere. On the average day he was able to make away with a few loafs of bread without getting caught, perhaps a few pieces of fruit. If needed he had a small stick he sharpen tucked away in his threadbare boot, which he came to use more often as time passed and he's appetite grew....

It was a rainy and stormy night, Gabriel received his nightly beating from his dear loving father.. After almost being sent through the wall again, Gabriel simply laid limp hoping the old man finally had his fun. It turned out to be only the start of a very long night for Gabriel. Stumbling over to worsen the already swollen face of his son, the old man lost his footing and slammed his head against a small side table. Motionless, but still breathing his father laid there unconscious. Time stopped for a moment, Gabriel saw and felt something he never had. His father completely defenseless, and a temptation so strong, he couldn't contain it any longer and seized the opportunity and reached for his sharpened stick. Looking down to his father, the man that for years tortured him mentally, physically and emotionally...and dark twisted smile crept across his lips, savoring this very moment. While dropping to his knees he drove the wooden dagger into his father's throat. At that moment the old man's eyes opened wide as he reached for his throat, feeling a wooden steak in it. Falling back and moving away a bit, Gabriel watched biting his fingernails with joy as his father flapped around like a fish out of the water. Their eyes locked onto each other's for the briefest moment until the old man fell limp, no longer flapping about....

Feeling the life leave his father through that make-shift dagger gave Gabriel all he ever wanted. Power. So he killed again, and again.. until heads began turning and fingers pointed towards him and his skittish behavior. There was no choice for him he thought, but to kill his mother and run away, perhaps begin again in a bigger city and hide in the shadows. He felt like a creature of the night, but he was always hungry. Fate would settled him on the island of Gobaith.. Perhaps bringing Moshran and Nargun behind him.