Post by gabriel on May 21, 2011 15:09:10 GMT -5
Character's Name: Gabriel Standing Crow
Name you want to be called; [Gabriel, Gabe, Sniper (that's me, 'ey!)]
Character’s Nickname(s); "Gabe", "Frankenstein", etc.
Race; Halfsie
Grade; ?
Age; 26
Birthday; January 16
History; Born to a single-mother (Lycan, Anna Standing Crow) on a reservation. Father of German (human) descent, unknown and unseen. Gabriel and his mother traveled the country to many different places in search of work and a better living, as soon as he turned 7. Home-schooled, had his first job at 12 mowing lawns and sweeping up at the local theatre in IL to help support the two of them.
Due to his mother working the graveyard shifts at the semi-truck factories, he was often left alone during the better part of the day, and so sought out better wages and education; a particular trick of his was to squeeze in with the main body of high schoolers to read and learn, and even steal away textbooks.
At age 20, he too started factory-work, at a steel mill until their latest move, to Cold Creek, where they run an autoshop out of the way. Gabriel is a kind of every-man.
Important Relationships; Anna Standing Crow, his mother; takes care of her now that she's getting on in her years.
Bill "Billie" Laughton, an ex-girlfriend determined to make his life miserable, should she ever catch up to him. Manipulative, cunning, and human, she's become the manifestation of the darkness within him, more wolf than he (in a sense). To his credit, he makes sure to ignore her whenever possible.
Mannerisms; Gabriel is a quiet man with an intimidating presence to many; he's not fond of large circles and crowds, but does keep his friends and family close, and has no trouble looking to meet others. "The Gabe Face" is coined for the poker-esque expressional mask he wears every day; it is rare to see him smile.
Fears/Dislikes; large crowds, pickled products, nagging exes, pretentious folk. Unnecessary challenges by the "purer" locals. Racial Prejudice.
Likes; In his spare time, Gabriel devours books and tries writing a few, but never publishes anything. Music of any kind, X-Games. Traveling, good food, and kicking back.
Hobbies; Books, music, crafting/shaping machinery, writing, swimming, roaming.
Music; any, but relates to Classical and Folk
Appearance; Gabriel is a massive individual: 6'5, a man-and-a-half wide, Teutonic/Native American hybrid. Sea-green eyes and black hair streaked with premature/lupine grays. An odd thing, he LOOKS like an animal squeezed ruggishly into a human frame, but he is the most human within.
Personality; Thoughtful, calm, and hard-working, but also a sense of adventure and not without a sense of (if slightly dry) humor. He mostly lets his actions speak for themselves.
Sample RP intro;
Summer wasn't his favorite season.
By all means, it was a lovely one: the warm, fresh air and dappled sun patterns on the skin, its lights playing across the hood; waking to birdsong every morning, and finding a clear night of stars above the flickering fire of the grill come the night. The storms that rolled for a full day to put him to sleep...
...But still not his favorite. Maybe because it was such a distraction. As of now, he tried to keep his focus on the wheel of the SUV, on the road, while his mother chattered on in the passenger seat. They were here for a reason, as always, yet everything in him was straining to just go and not do anything important - go walking, go swimming. Definitely something other than unloading this truck.
"Oh, Gabe, will you lighten up?" The tiny lady jabbed, rolling down the window. The scent of fresh grass and leaves, old timber, new paint, wafted in. Gabe sighed and fought an eyeroll, willing patience on his beloved mother. "This seems like a very nice place! We can set up easily here, just look at the houses! Some are so old-fashioned, just like good ol' VA, I told you how I came here once when I was little and look, there's our place now, with good neighbors, don't you think?"
A lot of patience to get through her long-winded speeches. "We could set up here, and get to know the neighborhood, and maybe finally get you a nice wife and some cute grand-babies, yeah? How long do you plan to keep me waiting, kid? I mean, nearly twenty states in as much time, and I ain't gonna be around forever, you know!"
Gabe grunted noncomittally. I somehow doubt that.
"Psh, good luck to ya, Lord knows you ain't one for talkin'. Though I hear a lot o' the fillies like that in a man, strong, dark and practically MUTE, makes 'em think you're a good-listener -"
Gabe cupped a hand to his ear. "I'm sorry?"
"I said, it makes them think you're a -"
"What?"
"Oh, ha-ha, Mr. Holmes, you're a clever one," she sniffed, in mock disdain. "Sad, that, not too clever to do the usual - "
"And whose house am I moving right now?" Was the slightly-apalled retort. "Woman, I'll drop your happy-butt off in a nursing home, and send you pictures of MY house to keep you company!"
She whacked his muscular arm playfully. "YOUR house, you traitorous, hulking meat-sack? We'll see about - oh, there it is! How lovely!"
Tsk. The car rolled to a stop before their new home. Even Gabriel couldn't resist a small smile.
It really kind of was.
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Celebrity Playby; Hm... Till Lindemann. (I couldn't quite find the right picture to "sum up", so whichever works; I picked three to get something of an idea of what he looks like.
3.bp.blogspot.com/_glMgr-LtMt8/TG58rnZ0c_I/AAAAAAAABl4/nmwK4L901Fs/s1600/Till_Lindemann_by_rammstein_freak.jpg
userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/3849260/Till+Lindemann+tillhd071.jpg
www.rammstein-serbia.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/1996-06-13_-_Germany2C_Krefeld2C_Kulturfabrik_28129.jpg
Name you want to be called; [Gabriel, Gabe, Sniper (that's me, 'ey!)]
Character’s Nickname(s); "Gabe", "Frankenstein", etc.
Race; Halfsie
Grade; ?
Age; 26
Birthday; January 16
History; Born to a single-mother (Lycan, Anna Standing Crow) on a reservation. Father of German (human) descent, unknown and unseen. Gabriel and his mother traveled the country to many different places in search of work and a better living, as soon as he turned 7. Home-schooled, had his first job at 12 mowing lawns and sweeping up at the local theatre in IL to help support the two of them.
Due to his mother working the graveyard shifts at the semi-truck factories, he was often left alone during the better part of the day, and so sought out better wages and education; a particular trick of his was to squeeze in with the main body of high schoolers to read and learn, and even steal away textbooks.
At age 20, he too started factory-work, at a steel mill until their latest move, to Cold Creek, where they run an autoshop out of the way. Gabriel is a kind of every-man.
Important Relationships; Anna Standing Crow, his mother; takes care of her now that she's getting on in her years.
Bill "Billie" Laughton, an ex-girlfriend determined to make his life miserable, should she ever catch up to him. Manipulative, cunning, and human, she's become the manifestation of the darkness within him, more wolf than he (in a sense). To his credit, he makes sure to ignore her whenever possible.
Mannerisms; Gabriel is a quiet man with an intimidating presence to many; he's not fond of large circles and crowds, but does keep his friends and family close, and has no trouble looking to meet others. "The Gabe Face" is coined for the poker-esque expressional mask he wears every day; it is rare to see him smile.
Fears/Dislikes; large crowds, pickled products, nagging exes, pretentious folk. Unnecessary challenges by the "purer" locals. Racial Prejudice.
Likes; In his spare time, Gabriel devours books and tries writing a few, but never publishes anything. Music of any kind, X-Games. Traveling, good food, and kicking back.
Hobbies; Books, music, crafting/shaping machinery, writing, swimming, roaming.
Music; any, but relates to Classical and Folk
Appearance; Gabriel is a massive individual: 6'5, a man-and-a-half wide, Teutonic/Native American hybrid. Sea-green eyes and black hair streaked with premature/lupine grays. An odd thing, he LOOKS like an animal squeezed ruggishly into a human frame, but he is the most human within.
Personality; Thoughtful, calm, and hard-working, but also a sense of adventure and not without a sense of (if slightly dry) humor. He mostly lets his actions speak for themselves.
Sample RP intro;
Summer wasn't his favorite season.
By all means, it was a lovely one: the warm, fresh air and dappled sun patterns on the skin, its lights playing across the hood; waking to birdsong every morning, and finding a clear night of stars above the flickering fire of the grill come the night. The storms that rolled for a full day to put him to sleep...
...But still not his favorite. Maybe because it was such a distraction. As of now, he tried to keep his focus on the wheel of the SUV, on the road, while his mother chattered on in the passenger seat. They were here for a reason, as always, yet everything in him was straining to just go and not do anything important - go walking, go swimming. Definitely something other than unloading this truck.
"Oh, Gabe, will you lighten up?" The tiny lady jabbed, rolling down the window. The scent of fresh grass and leaves, old timber, new paint, wafted in. Gabe sighed and fought an eyeroll, willing patience on his beloved mother. "This seems like a very nice place! We can set up easily here, just look at the houses! Some are so old-fashioned, just like good ol' VA, I told you how I came here once when I was little and look, there's our place now, with good neighbors, don't you think?"
A lot of patience to get through her long-winded speeches. "We could set up here, and get to know the neighborhood, and maybe finally get you a nice wife and some cute grand-babies, yeah? How long do you plan to keep me waiting, kid? I mean, nearly twenty states in as much time, and I ain't gonna be around forever, you know!"
Gabe grunted noncomittally. I somehow doubt that.
"Psh, good luck to ya, Lord knows you ain't one for talkin'. Though I hear a lot o' the fillies like that in a man, strong, dark and practically MUTE, makes 'em think you're a good-listener -"
Gabe cupped a hand to his ear. "I'm sorry?"
"I said, it makes them think you're a -"
"What?"
"Oh, ha-ha, Mr. Holmes, you're a clever one," she sniffed, in mock disdain. "Sad, that, not too clever to do the usual - "
"And whose house am I moving right now?" Was the slightly-apalled retort. "Woman, I'll drop your happy-butt off in a nursing home, and send you pictures of MY house to keep you company!"
She whacked his muscular arm playfully. "YOUR house, you traitorous, hulking meat-sack? We'll see about - oh, there it is! How lovely!"
Tsk. The car rolled to a stop before their new home. Even Gabriel couldn't resist a small smile.
It really kind of was.
---------
Celebrity Playby; Hm... Till Lindemann. (I couldn't quite find the right picture to "sum up", so whichever works; I picked three to get something of an idea of what he looks like.
3.bp.blogspot.com/_glMgr-LtMt8/TG58rnZ0c_I/AAAAAAAABl4/nmwK4L901Fs/s1600/Till_Lindemann_by_rammstein_freak.jpg
userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/3849260/Till+Lindemann+tillhd071.jpg
www.rammstein-serbia.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/1996-06-13_-_Germany2C_Krefeld2C_Kulturfabrik_28129.jpg
It's good to be on-board, this place looks great.