Post by leo on Feb 25, 2013 4:04:23 GMT -5
GABRIEL RENNER
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top] GABE TWENTY MALE HOMOSEXUAL TUNNEL VIPER | [atrb=style, width: 296px; padding: 5px; background-color: e3e3e3; border-top: 4px solid #966666;] GENERAL INFORMATION NAME, Gabriel Renner BIRTH DATE, |
HEIGHT, 5'9"
WEIGHT, 170 lbs
APPEARANCE, He's a slim pretty boy with long lanky limbs that he swings in graceful carelessness as he strides along the sidewalk. He has snow white hair that caps his head in an artless tumble of soft pale locks and vivid jade green eyes that gleam mischievously from beneath heavy white bangs. His skin is very fair and prone to burning, yet the upturned bridge of his nose is permanently scattered with freckles. Those eyes and his freckles have gotten him out of too many traffic tickets to name~ His choice of attire is loose white shirts and form-fitting black trousers with sturdy black boots, but he knows how important it is to be able to fit into your environment, so he has an outfit for every occasion. He usually wears brightly colored hipster university student clothing for passing unnoticed in a crowd, with a beanie to cover his distinctive hair. He thinks the look is ridiculous and says so, but who cares if it keeps him under the radar.[/div]
PERSONALITY
Gabe is kind and eager to please in the way of his gang. He's steadfast and reliable, unfailingly loyal to the Tunnel Vipers, the closest thing he's ever had to a family. He's not some oblivious moron wearing rose-colored glasses, though, and his loyalty isn't that of some panting dog mindlessly trailing after master. He knows it's a gang, something that normal people teach their kids is bad. He's killed people; that's bad too. But this is his life, and he's making the best of it. He started out at the very bottom just from being born, and he's been striving to make his life better ever since. Being in the Tunnel Vipers has made his life better, and he's not going to apologize for that.
He's someone who's always in the middle of arguments, because he never gets into any of his own and he always steps in to try and make peace between the ones who do. He tries to help everyone get along within the churning testosterone nest of snakes that is the Tunnel Viper gang, with limited success. He's mellow and cool-headed, very obliging and conciliatory, but he's no doormat. That will to live, that determination for a better life, is from a steel core deep inside him. (A weakling would never have last in the Tunnel Vipers.) Gabe can very politely, very amiably, very firmly put his foot down and not budge an inch. The more you try to push him, the icier his cool-headedness gets. (Ever hear that story with an icicle deemed the perfect murder weapon? The evidence melts away...) He has a kind smile, but don't push him.
And never get between him and his coffee. In addition to time-consuming gang business, he works two full-time job to keep him enrolled in school and inhabiting his dingy apartment. He always has his enormous titanium thermos with him and he refills it whenever he passes a Starbucks. If he doesn't get the spare minute, then that's what caffeine pills are for. He has a serious addiction, and gets the shakes when he doesn't get his fix. He also gets irritable, which is the only time that ever happens. Gabe doesn't get irritable. He's the quiet competent can-do guy who never blinks at a cutthroat assignment from a higher-up. But tell him to do something when he hasn't had his coffee and he will level a glare at you that could raze Manhattan.
LIKES,
[/font]He's someone who's always in the middle of arguments, because he never gets into any of his own and he always steps in to try and make peace between the ones who do. He tries to help everyone get along within the churning testosterone nest of snakes that is the Tunnel Viper gang, with limited success. He's mellow and cool-headed, very obliging and conciliatory, but he's no doormat. That will to live, that determination for a better life, is from a steel core deep inside him. (A weakling would never have last in the Tunnel Vipers.) Gabe can very politely, very amiably, very firmly put his foot down and not budge an inch. The more you try to push him, the icier his cool-headedness gets. (Ever hear that story with an icicle deemed the perfect murder weapon? The evidence melts away...) He has a kind smile, but don't push him.
And never get between him and his coffee. In addition to time-consuming gang business, he works two full-time job to keep him enrolled in school and inhabiting his dingy apartment. He always has his enormous titanium thermos with him and he refills it whenever he passes a Starbucks. If he doesn't get the spare minute, then that's what caffeine pills are for. He has a serious addiction, and gets the shakes when he doesn't get his fix. He also gets irritable, which is the only time that ever happens. Gabe doesn't get irritable. He's the quiet competent can-do guy who never blinks at a cutthroat assignment from a higher-up. But tell him to do something when he hasn't had his coffee and he will level a glare at you that could raze Manhattan.
LIKES,
♥ coffee, the darkest roast he can find
♥ driving, but usually has to take the subway because this is NYC and there is no parking anywhere
♥ flirting, 98% of the time it's just goofing around with friends
♥ "time-saving" "productivity" apps on his smartphone... and yk, angry birds
♥ doing tricks with his butterfly knife
♥ free time, that thing he never has
DISLIKES,[/font]
✗ herbal tea, that shit just doesn't cut it
✗ subway at rush hour, hell on earth
✗ caffeine headaches, don't poke the bear with a stick
✗ "innocent bystanders", they always get in the way and have to be dealt with
✗ people who wear too much cologne or perfume
✗ realizing he's been up for 48 hours straight and that he's running on borrowed time until he crashes epically[/div]
history
PARENTS, jane doe and john doe
SIBLINGS, N/A
His mom was a teenager who'd thought abortion was too cruel, so she put him up for adoption as soon as she was able. In the following years of Darwinian orphanages and swinging-door foster homes, he'd wondered what she'd think of the life he's had, if she really thought this was better for him. He has jagged scars curving over his chest and shoulders, ribs and hips, biceps and thighs, from knife-wielding foster-siblings and knife-wielding gang members. The former frequently grew up to become the latter. That's how Gabe got involved, anyway.
By all rights and purposes, he should have been adopted. He was a newborn, very cute: snow white hair, dusting of freckles, big jade eyes. But somehow he slipped through the gaps, and the years trickled by until he was aged out of the system. If you thought being in was bad, it was nothing like being out. The freedom you always craved came like an abrupt shove out of an airplane into a freefall. No parachute. No family. No support system.
But a gang provided all that, and more. So when a couple other 18-year-old orphans he knew were recruited to a new gang, the Tunnel Vipers, Gabe tagged along to the introductory meeting and was recruited as well. They wanted members to fill their ranks, manpower to increase their strength, and Gabe was happy to devote himself to their cause. A gang was support. A gang was a safety net. A gang was family.
SIBLINGS, N/A
His mom was a teenager who'd thought abortion was too cruel, so she put him up for adoption as soon as she was able. In the following years of Darwinian orphanages and swinging-door foster homes, he'd wondered what she'd think of the life he's had, if she really thought this was better for him. He has jagged scars curving over his chest and shoulders, ribs and hips, biceps and thighs, from knife-wielding foster-siblings and knife-wielding gang members. The former frequently grew up to become the latter. That's how Gabe got involved, anyway.
By all rights and purposes, he should have been adopted. He was a newborn, very cute: snow white hair, dusting of freckles, big jade eyes. But somehow he slipped through the gaps, and the years trickled by until he was aged out of the system. If you thought being in was bad, it was nothing like being out. The freedom you always craved came like an abrupt shove out of an airplane into a freefall. No parachute. No family. No support system.
But a gang provided all that, and more. So when a couple other 18-year-old orphans he knew were recruited to a new gang, the Tunnel Vipers, Gabe tagged along to the introductory meeting and was recruited as well. They wanted members to fill their ranks, manpower to increase their strength, and Gabe was happy to devote himself to their cause. A gang was support. A gang was a safety net. A gang was family.
OTHER INFORMATION
He's been a member of the Tunnel Vipers for two years now, since the beginning. His smooth efficiency, workaholic work ethic, unflagging loyalty, and the ability to keep a cool head when tempers run hot have earned him the rank of Rattlesnake. He's packing a Glock 17 and a SIG Sauer P226 in that innocent hipster-looking canvas messenger bag, as well as some very finely-made knives he's fond of, plus his beloved butterfly knife. And he goes nowhere without his titanium thermos of rich black coffee. He's between apartments at the moment, crashing with a Viper friend until he can scrape together the cash for a new place.
ETCETERA
FACE CLAIM,
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