Gabriel Thorn

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Gabriel Thorn;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name:
Age: 19
Years of Rping: 4
Contact:

ID Tag;;

Alias: Thorn
Name: Gabriel Marion Thorn
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Age: 28
Species: Human
Job: Hunter
Religious Affiliation: None

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. All forms of fire arms.
2. Hand to hand.
3. Melee Weaponry

Summary:
A soldier to the apex of his ability, trained by his father to shoot at a young age. He found no interest in the arts of killing. But the death of his parents by the creatures of the night and his subsequent adoption by his hunter uncle lead to a flare in his interest in the slaying arts. After his uncle died in the field he was left alone to hone his abilities.

Weakness:
1. Lung Cancer
2. Chronic Smoker
3. Ill used to human companionship

Summary:
Always a loner, his induction into the world of vampires and shapeshifters has left him detatched from the outside world. Spending many nights simply chain smoking and cleaning his weaponry. Diagnosed with lung cancer two years ago, this has slowed his physical abilities but left him with a 'I'm going to die soon anyway' attitude.

Appearance;;

Looks: Older looking.
Hair: Dark Brown with a few white wisps, brought on by constant exposure to fear.
Eyes:Blue with dark rings under his eyes.
Height: 6'0
Marks: A tattoo of a sword adorns his back, scars simply line his body, but none are particular to him.
Race:Caucasin
Skin Tone: Pale
Body Type: Heavy with muscle, but lither then a body builder.
Clothing Style: Urban and practical.
Footwear: Motor cycle boots.

Summary:
A tall and imposing man, long brown hair drapes his shoulders. Adorning his chest is a simple black shirt and leather jacket. Black jeans and motor cycle boots cover his lower half. Scars line his body and face a map of past gone by. Weaponry is his clothing bullet belts cross his chest and link around his thigh. Stake chains are clamped to his other leg and pistols hang from his belt. A large silvered knife protrudes from his boot and this is simply standard fare.

Personality;;

Likes:
1.Guns
2.Blades
3.Smokes

Dislikes:
1.People
2.Noise
3. Brightness

Flaws:
1. Acts like a grump around people
2. Smokes too much
3. Quick temper


Summary:
Thorn has, after so much time hunting the creatures of the night, become much like them. He cannot stand light, loud noises and especially loud people. Unless of course, its him making the noise. A quick temper from not having people around is a standard way that he expresses himself, though it creates a vicious circle, hes grumpy because noones around, no ones around because hes grumpy.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Father: Micheal Thorn (Deceased) Jenny Thorn (Deceased) Sameal Thorn (Deceased)
School Attended/Attending: None.
Grade Level:
History:
Born in the south of america, learning to shoot from his militia crazy father, Micheal Thorn. On their way back from a rally the next town over the car that was carrying Gabriels parents was attacked by a roving band of Vampires. They never made it home and the death was left as a simple road accident.

He attended his parents funeral and met his uncle who he was to live with from now on. The man was a giant, who looked like he had walked straight from the dark ages. He took Gabriel from school and began to educate the young boy in the realm dark creatures, hateful magic and sinister men.

Years passed and the boy became a man, a man especially gifted in the arts of killing, hands that could bend steel, and an eye that could pick a penny of a pin at a range of 500 yards. His uncle was proud of him, every thing but the smoking. He had picked it up as a nervous act during one of their many raids. Lucky, since he would need all the nerves he could get in their next raid.

Gabriel and Sameal his uncle, headed out on a raid but as fate would have it the vampires knew they were coming, Sameal was killed before Gabriels eyes and Gabriel escaped but was badly wounded.

His wounds healed and he renewed his training, traveling across America slaying what he finds.

Code Word:
do the mashed potato, do the twist

Mad Skills;;

Smoke wafted in front of his face, as he sipped his jack daniels. The bar was abnormally quiet tonight, the was no grumbling yells or banter from the various bikers that argued usually in the corner. Thorn let the cold bitter fluid run down his throat as a shadow passed over him. "We knew you were here Hunter..." A voice rang out high and cold from the shadow.

With a loud clink, Thorn lit up his cigarette and took a long drag, letting the smoke settle in his lungs. He spoke slowly and deliberately allowing the fumes to escape his mouth as he did "I know" He gripped the jack daniels bottle, swinging it around, narrowly missing a tall pale vampire that he recognised as one of the bikers from the corner.

In one smooth motion he stood raising a sawn-off shotgun from beneath his jacket, blasting garlic infused buckshot into the gathering crowd of blood suckers. They screamed and writhed but lunged through the pain. Blood and screams exploded into the room as two lengths of wood flew like banners amid the crowd.

The door to the bar exploded out as the body of a vampire was used as a make shift battering ram. "Your banned." Thorns boots clacked loudly as he descended the stairs carrying the bottle of jack daniels he was drinking from. The vampire writhed on the ground as Thorn began to pour the bourbon over its form. "And don't come back" He let his Cigarette collide with the vampire. Leaving an immolating ball of flesh as the only marker that he was ever there.

[Isi Runasimi]

Accepted, welcome to the site.