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Well to start I'm Gabriel Vanargand
I'm old enough. 22
The doc. said I'm Male
I really like ladies and 'gents So yeah that means I'm
I see myself as a Werewolf
I obsess over
Freedom[
Loyalty
The rain
Home cooking
I really could careless about
Arrogance
Crowds
Zealots
Self indulgent maltreaters
People say I'm Highly intuitive, and possesed of an intese emotional depth that ebbs beneath the surface. An integral part of his personality is to be resourceful...and to always keep a part of himself in reserve. Riel seems to utterly lack the need to indulge in idle conversation, even for social reasons;Unless he feels that what he’s saying is truly important, his end of the conversation may amount to little more than politely interjected monosyllables.
Being self-reliant, he will almost never seek out the advice of others. Though seemingly unsociable, he is fiercely devoted to those in his inner circle, guarding the emotional well-being of others, and consoling those in distress whenever called upon. Prone to suspicion, vengefulness, and jealousy, Riel often finds himself strugging between the height of integrity and the depth of spiteful cunning.
You should know I'm convicted of voluntary manslaughter. I'd spare that tale for a rainy day, but frankly it's a story I'm keeping to myself. So, let's cut to the damn introduction and get it over with. What was my life like before I was incarcerated? I passed the time traipsing through the woods, chasing butterflies, inhaling the scents of nature, and on ocassion nibbled on the odd deer or caribou. Odd pastimes, but not abnormal in the backwater hole I was born in.
What lead me to the present; how did I get claimed, tagged, and bagged as property of Vauxhall? My first mistake was failing to heed the social mores of my community; A bunch of sheep in wolves clothing, embueded with dual spirits, and the twsited insticts of man and animal... I choose to venture into the greater civilized world as a foolhardy cur; a dangerous pilgrimage for those whom have yet to transcend above the impulse of the beast beneath the skin. Soon I found myself overwhelmed by some sort of puppy love for a particular human woman, and was consqeuntly estranged by neighbours and family... But that's the past. It turns out a couple of entites alot older then me had their eyes on us. We're a hardy bunch, much more suited than humans to maniupaltion and control through sustained torture. Now, I'm on a sort of conditional parole; Collared, tossed in the doghouse, and indefinitely tethered to the masters of Vauxhall.
I'm classified as slave
I wear these colors Blueviolet, Purple, White, Green
I possess these charms
Closed Lock. Horns. Flower. Brush
Look up my strings and see CM_Valyn
Well to start I'm Gabriel Vanargand
I'm old enough. 22
The doc. said I'm Male
I really like ladies and 'gents So yeah that means I'm
I see myself as a Werewolf
I obsess over
Freedom[
Loyalty
The rain
Home cooking
I really could careless about
Arrogance
Crowds
Zealots
Self indulgent maltreaters
People say I'm Highly intuitive, and possesed of an intese emotional depth that ebbs beneath the surface. An integral part of his personality is to be resourceful...and to always keep a part of himself in reserve. Riel seems to utterly lack the need to indulge in idle conversation, even for social reasons;Unless he feels that what he’s saying is truly important, his end of the conversation may amount to little more than politely interjected monosyllables.
Being self-reliant, he will almost never seek out the advice of others. Though seemingly unsociable, he is fiercely devoted to those in his inner circle, guarding the emotional well-being of others, and consoling those in distress whenever called upon. Prone to suspicion, vengefulness, and jealousy, Riel often finds himself strugging between the height of integrity and the depth of spiteful cunning.
You should know I'm convicted of voluntary manslaughter. I'd spare that tale for a rainy day, but frankly it's a story I'm keeping to myself. So, let's cut to the damn introduction and get it over with. What was my life like before I was incarcerated? I passed the time traipsing through the woods, chasing butterflies, inhaling the scents of nature, and on ocassion nibbled on the odd deer or caribou. Odd pastimes, but not abnormal in the backwater hole I was born in.
What lead me to the present; how did I get claimed, tagged, and bagged as property of Vauxhall? My first mistake was failing to heed the social mores of my community; A bunch of sheep in wolves clothing, embueded with dual spirits, and the twsited insticts of man and animal... I choose to venture into the greater civilized world as a foolhardy cur; a dangerous pilgrimage for those whom have yet to transcend above the impulse of the beast beneath the skin. Soon I found myself overwhelmed by some sort of puppy love for a particular human woman, and was consqeuntly estranged by neighbours and family... But that's the past. It turns out a couple of entites alot older then me had their eyes on us. We're a hardy bunch, much more suited than humans to maniupaltion and control through sustained torture. Now, I'm on a sort of conditional parole; Collared, tossed in the doghouse, and indefinitely tethered to the masters of Vauxhall.
I'm classified as slave
I wear these colors Blueviolet, Purple, White, Green
I possess these charms
Closed Lock. Horns. Flower. Brush
Look up my strings and see CM_Valyn
Mark of Kakistos
turned by the Cult of Antemorh
Enlisted with the Canadian Infantry, as a young man he served with the 26th Battalion during World War I. It was in France, at the Battle of Thiepval Ridge that he was declared missing in action, and presumed dead.
