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[h1][color=#6DB224]Gabriel E. Aeckard[/color][/h1]
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/uJc1t1Ym.jpg[/IMG]

[i]”Demons run when a good man goes to war.”[/i] - [b]Steven Moffat[/b]
[i]"..."[/i] - [b]Gabriel Aeckard[/b]
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[color=#6DB224][h2]Personal Information[/h2][/color]
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[color=#6DB224][u]Name:[/u][/color]
Gabriel Emile Aeckard

[color=#6DB224][u]Nickname:[/u][/color]
Gabe

[color=#6DB224][u]Birth Date:[/u][/color]
April 28

[color=#6DB224][u]Age:[/u][/color]
21

[color=#6DB224][u]Gender:[/u][/color]
Male

[color=#6DB224][u]Sexuality:[/u][/color]
Heterosexual.

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[center][color=#6DB224][h2]In The Mirror[/h2][/color][/center]
[color=#6DB224][u]In Depth Appearance:[/u][/color]
Gabe is a 6 foot 1 mutt, with Micronesian, African-American, and Native American genes all mixed into one body. Average muscle definition on a solid, athletic frame. Has dark brown eyes, and smooth black hair that he keeps up with, making sure it never falls past his shoulders. If it’s possible, he’ll have it cut as low as possible. Funnily enough, while he’ll keep constant tabs on his buzz cut, his facial hair usually goes entirely untouched, resulting in a scruffy black goatee and stubble. His body is lined with faded scars and cuts, lasting evidence of his previous life. The most prominent scarring is a series of slashes, three lines going across his chest: The result of his first run in with a Hellhound.

[color=#6DB224][u]Clothing Style:[/u][/color]
Gabe tends to wear clothes that disregard the concept of order. His t-shirts, jeans, and jackets are usually worn, torn, dingy, and generally distraught. He prefers dark colors over most (preferably black, shades of gray, and some blue), and hates to accessorize. His favorite shirt is a old gray graphic tee (sans sleeves, naturally), with a faded logo for the New York Rangers adorning its center. He’ll usually wear it with a pair of ratty, faded blue jeans, and some old black Converses.

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[color=#6DB224][u]Likes:[/u][/color]
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[*]Peace
[*]Quiet
[*]Tending to his sapling
[*]The Dryads of Central Park
[*]Long walks through forests or parks
[*]Being alone
[*]Listening to obscure music genres
[*]Cooking
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[color=#6DB224][u]Dislikes:[/u][/color]
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[*]Confrontations
[*]Threats
[*]Hellhounds
[*]Harpies
[*]Peer Pressure
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[color=#6DB224][u]Fears:[/u][/color]
[list]
[*]Being ambushed by monsters
[*]Deaths of those close to him
[*]Never seeing his Mother in person
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[color=#6DB224][u]Habits:[/u][/color]
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[*]Not remembering names
[*]Daydreaming
[*]Sighing
[*]Groaning
[*]Saying any variation of “I don’t care” or “No.”
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[color=#6DB224][u]Personality:[/u][/color]
[center][u] ♦ Quiet ♦ Quick Tempered ♦ Asocial ♦ Impersonal ♦ [/u][/center]
Gabriel would be considered the type to not always "play well with others". If the situation doesn't call for it, he'll try his hardest to keep to himself. He also houses a hair-triggered temper. Not too keen on smiling either. But he can scowl with the best of ‘em. If someone gets too disrespectful towards him, he wouldn't hesitate to throw the first punch. He is not the talkative type, and won't raise his voice past a quiet monotonic unless he's provoked emotionally. Despite all this, Gabe is capable of being friendly and even cooperative; he just needs to be around the right types.

[color=#6DB224][u]Background:[/u][/color]
Originating from the less-than-appealing projects of Queens, NY, Gabriel wasn’t exactly blessed with the best life. On a quiet night in April, a couple was admitted into a hospital in Queens, NY. At 10:20 pm, a beautiful baby boy was brought into the world. His mother blessed him with the first and last name of his father before he was placed in the nursery. Within the short time the parents were left alone, they seemingly vanished from the ER, the mother's name gone from the birth certificate. Fortunately, the hospital staff was able to find a next of kin. After a bit of notifying and paper signing, the fresh faced babe was turned over to the nearest relative: the father's mother.

Gabriel lived his young life filled with resentment towards his parents, learning of his father through his grandmother, but knowing nothing of his mother. His unguided anger became a core part of his attitude and mentality, and it kept him unfocused and careless towards school. His grandmother tried to put him on the right track, but her steady aging only feigned further ignorance from the boy. Despite his delinquencies, his strangely unhinged intelligence kept him from failing out of school. A third of a way into ninth grade, Gabriel's 15th birthday rolled around. Around 12 AM that quiet night, he had a strangely peculiar dream. He found himself wandering through a serene park, the scenario confusing yet immensely calming. A radiant being seemingly materialized beside him and embraced him, her touch felt warm and loving. Gabriel hugged back, and for once, he felt loved. It was one of the rare times where he smiled, and it didn't feel forced. He could barely make out her face, but the fragments he did see resembled someone from a very important part of his life. She spoke to him in a soft, affectionate voice, and said but a few words.

"Soon, you will see the world as I. It is up to you shape your destiny hereafter. You're a part of a much larger family now Gabriel. And a part of a much larger world..."

He awoke from the dream before he could question the occurrence, the sun outside his window barely risen. The words said to him in the dream replayed in his head. He was ready to shape his destiny. He didn't know how, exactly, but he decided that residing with his grandmother would get him nowhere (along with a thought that hung at a corner in his mind, a thought that assumed that his grandmother would be better off if she didn't have to worry about her delinquent grandson getting into trouble at school every other day). With his vigorous volition concreted in his psyche, he packed what he thought was necessary, gave his still sleeping guardian a quiet farewell, and departed from the smelly, dank apartment complex to watch the sun greet him as he began traversing out of Queens.

From there, he saw the world with new eyes. Faced beasts that could’ve jumped straight from the pages of fiction. He was protected and raised by a tribe of wood nymphs that lived right in the heart of Manhattan. He shared a close, maternal bond with one of the Dryads, one named Willow. He learned more about his heritage as he lived amongst them, and was better taught how to hone his godly abilities. In time, he became ever more appreciative towards the nature around him. He lived amongst the nymphs for six years, completing and graduating from high school in the process. These were people he were actually willing to be around, ones he would actually smile at. His time spent among the peaceful wood nymphs came at a price, however. Hellhounds, harpies, furies, and other horrors not only attacked him on his home turf, but at his school as well. He's watched many a dryad fall trying to protect him. He knew that the monsters were only coming for him, and the feeling of guilt ate at him. As any mother knew their child, Willow could see how he was hurting. She made mention of an academy in Utah made especially for the children of the gods. 

“Utah…?” He wasn’t too accepting of such a trek, but as he saw it, it was the only choice he had. So, he gathered what little belongings he possessed, and made for the nearest west-bound Greyhound. Not before seeing Willow one last time, though. As they exchanged heartfelt farewells, she handed him a young potted sapling. “She’s yours to guide, to nurture, to protect. When the time comes, and a nymph is born from her roots, it will up to you to raise her. Watch over her, as I’ve watched over you.” She spoke warmly. He was sure to never forget her words as he traveled to his new destination.


[color=#6DB224][u]Extra:[/u][/color]
Hermes. Simple as that.

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[center][color=#6DB224][h2]Godly Information[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=#6DB224][u]Godly Parent:[/u][/color]
Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest and Agriculture. 

[color=#6DB224][u]Relationship With Godly Parent:[/u][/color]
He hasn’t physically seen nor heard from her since he was born. Aside from seeing her in one dream (which, could be argued to be nothing), he’s yet to ever talk to her in person. She wasn’t there to raise him, help him on his way, or teach him right from wrong. It’s all he could’ve ever wanted from a mother, and she wasn’t there for any of it. So naturally, he resents her. He may never show it on the surface, but he still loves and misses her. He just wonders why he’s been ignored all these years. That being said, the thought of having half-brothers and sisters (ones younger than him, no less) ticks him off. Mostly due to the implied neglect on his mother’s behalf.

[color=#6DB224][u]Godly Abilities:[/u][/color]
[color=#6DB224][i]Supernatural Agricultural[/i][/color]
As an imprint left by his otherworldly mother, Gabriel possesses the ability to control and manipulate all forms of plant life. As long as said plants are his immediate space (and rooted in some form of soil or earth), they're at his disposal. He's quite versed with creating fruits, vegetables, and grains. The talents came to him on an almost subconscious level, most likely due to his mother's divinities.

[color=#6DB224][i]Marcy[/i][/color]
Call him crazy, but Gabe has a young potted sapling that he carries around in his backpack. She’s one of the few personal belongings in his possession that remind him of home. A baby tree bestowed upon him by his surrogate mother, Willow. He’d tend to her in a quiet, private moment, and is fairly protective of her. In a fight however, he’s quick to take control of the plant, forming whatever the situation calls for. Under his command, she’s been formed into shields, entangling tendrils, and even extra limbs. One day, when all the fighting’s done, he wishes plant her in a safe location, so she can grow naturally. 
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