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Author Topic: Gabriel Silvarin  (Read 337 times)

Description: Warlord Prince. Green to Gray. Played by DragonGirl.

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Gabriel Silvarin
« on: Mar 13, 18, 12:59:26 PM »
The Basics

Character Name: Gabriel James Silvarin
Nicknames: Gabe, James, the Gray Shadow
Age and Birth Year: 243 b. 50BP
Race:  1/4 Long Lived  3/4 short lived
Caste:   Warlord Prince
Birth Territory:  Dena Nehele
Home Territory:  Dena Nehele

Birthright Jewel:  Uncut Green
Offering Jewel: Uncut Gray 

Role: Coach Driver

Appearance

Play By:  Terrance Coombs
Distinguishing Features:  Gabriel has piercing green eyes and an infectious smile. Normally, that is all that distinguishes him from the crowd, but beneath his well-loved and shabby coat and clothes, he has a large swath of pale burn scars that stretch down his right side from shoulder to hip, including much of his right arm, ending at his wrist.

Personality



Personality:

Gabriel James is a man fighting to not be what he is and losing. After the love of violence of his youth was ripped apart by the war and witchstorm, Gabriel renounced it, swearing never again to cause injury or pain to another if he could avoid it. His oath of pacifism, though, has not been an easy one. A Warlord Prince who wears one of the Darkest Jewels, Gabriel is always teetering on the edge of control. His temper is easy to rouse and once it takes him is hard to put away again. More than once he has lost himself to the Killing Edge after long stints of being ‘good’ and returned from that hyper-focused rage with blood on his hands. The same can be said for his Ruts which are more intense and often violent than expected.

After each of these slip-ups comes a period of deep self-hatred, his anger turning inward instead of outward. He does a great deal of charity work to try to ease his conscience, but it never works. He is always aware of how flawed he is and how dangerous. Gabriel yearns for the leash of a Queen to bind and calm him, but despite centuries of travel around and around Terreille and meeting dozens of Queens, he has yet to find the one the Darkness has chosen for him, nor one he is willing to serve despite it.

When not in a bout of self-hatred and depression, or in the times when he’s managed to maintain his vow to do no harm for a significant stretch, Gabe is a fairly friendly and cheerful man. Naturally charismatic and flirty, he is well liked by those who have not seen his dark side and watched with caution by those who have. Guilt as much as enjoyment of helping others drives him to always lend a hand with his Jewels or the strength of his arms whenever it is needed. He particularly enjoys helping people come out of their shells and has a tendency to flirt with the shy girl at the back of the room long before the vibrant one at the center of it. He is friendly and professional in his business dealings and doesn't like swindling people out of money they don't have. He charges fair prices and is prompt and helpful, always bringing his A-game since he knows that for most, dealing with a Dark Jeweled Warlord Prince as their Coach Driver will be jarring and possibly quite scary.

Since the birth of his son, Gabriel’s focus outside of work has entirely been on Sam and making sure he is a good father and example to his child. He has been working on ways to cope with the violent outbursts by taking up sparring and other activities that let him burn off steam in a more healthy way, even though they border the edge of the line he has drawn for himself in the sand of violence and peace. Sam and Tamara have also given Gabriel something other than himself to focus on. Taking care of them gives him purpose and lets the best of his Caste shine though: to protect and care for those who were his. Giving in to one side of his instincts -protectiveness, territoriality, and regular sex- have released some of the pressure on the other parts of his Caste that had always been at the forefront before. This renewed balance probably has more to do with his success at not giving in to his anger as often than any amount of physical exercise or Craft use.


Likes:
  • Traveling: Gabriel loves seeing new places and visiting unique and interesting people. It fills him with delight and makes him feel like life is full of endless possibilities. Not tied to a Queen or a Court, he is free to make his own path.
  • Fatherhood: Along with the responsibility there came a whole lot of joy. He has loved every second of raising Sam, and having a child has given him a focus and a center that he lacked for a long, long time.
  • Coffee: A caffeine addict for decades now, Gabriel likes his coffee with enough sugar to stand a spoon up in it and just a bit of cream. People usually make faces if they sip from his cup on accident, but Grays need a lot of calories!

    Dislikes:
  • Giving In To Violence: He hates it in himself and in others. After a childhood of being made into a weapon and pointed at an enemy, he has renounced the cycle of violence that colored that part of his life but still struggles with it. The fact that his oath of pacifism is so hard to keep is a constant source of distress and discomfort. There is a constant nagging voice at the back of his mind urging him to solve his problems by destroying them and he knows he could do it.
  • Injustice: When the weak are preyed upon by the mighty, Gabriel will stand between because he hates that the world keeps working that way. Injustice makes him want to scream and punch things, but he tries to help in less deadly ways where possible.
  • Deserts: As someone who travels a lot, Gabriel has been all over the Realm and into every sort of climate, and the one he cannot stand is the desert. He likes green growing things and cold temperatures, and the desert is nothing but a wasteland full of things that want to kill you, from the smallest scorpion to fucking Sandworms. He generally stays well away from Raej and Pruul, and only ventures in when trade absolutely necessitates it.

    Fears:
  • Fire and Feeling Trapped: After what happened to him during the Witchstorm, Gabriel cannot stand the feeling of being trapped and is actively scared of fire. He hasn’t tried to make something over a stove or campfire in all the centuries since, preferring to use Craft to heat and cool things. 
  • Finding or Not Finding his illusive Queen: He’s caught her trail a few times now, and each time her scent has called to him, as beautiful and alluring as anything he has ever experienced, and yet Gabriel just can’t find her. And what if he did? How would that change his life? Would it be better or worse? The unknown scares him even as her absence from his life frustrates him, leading all thoughts of her to be tinged with fear.
  • His son's Caste: The fact that Sam is a Warlord Prince worries and scares Gabe. He wants his son to have a good life and not be pushed by his Caste to unnecessary violence like his father was. The fact that he is not as good of an example as he would like to be worries him even more.

    Craft Strengths:
  • Combat Craft: Gabriel is a trained weapon. That he doesn’t want to be anymore doesn’t mean all his years of training and fighting evaporated. He is an exceptional fighter, using every advantage and bit of Craft he can to bring death to his opponents.
  • Riding the Winds: Gabriel likes riding the Winds and traveling, and has gotten quite good at it and driving Coaches. He can keep one stable even when the lines are shaky and can carry a lot of people or cargo with him in a Coach. He has also gotten pretty good at 'crash landings' or in other words dropping off a Wind without a Landing Web. It's never a certainty, but the odds are in his favor of surviving it, especially if the Coach he's driving is smaller, or he's riding the Winds alone. 

    Craft Weaknesses:
  • Enhanced Battle Craft: He was trained mostly as an insurgent, not as someone who would fight armies. As such, fighting large groups is not his strong suit, further complicated by the nasty flashbacks he gets whenever he unleashes himself. Because of this he not only isn’t good at this sort of Craft, but actively avoids situations in which he might have to use it.
  • Incite Rage: His changed philosophy about violence has had some effect on him, and losing this Craft ability was one of them. It’s a struggle to embrace even his own rage, but sharing it with others is simply beyond him.


    Life Story

    Family:
    Mother: Estella SilvarinTiger Eye - Summer Sky witch
    Father: Samvel SilvarinPurple Dusk - Opal Warlord
    Children: Samuel Silvarin II Summer Sky Birthright Warlord Prince, 15 b. 178ap

    Friends:

    Tamara Lark, Yellow - Rose Hearthwitch, 487 b. 294bp
    Theodor Lirion Purple Dusk to Green Warlord, 236 b. 43bp

    History:
    Gabriel was born to an older couple who had long-since given up on trying to have a child. They were both quarter long-lived (one Dhemlani, one Hayllian) and had been trying to conceive for centuries when along came an unexpected but healthy baby boy. Within weeks his Caste became apparent and both his parents, a Warlord and a witch, were left nervous but excited to raise a young Warlord Prince.

    The War with Askavi still raged and Dena Nehele was occupied but tucked high into the mountains in a tiny village, Gabriel was able to have some semblance of a healthy childhood, at least until his Birthright. The news that a Warlord Prince had come away with a Green Birthright rocked the village and trickled out of their valley to the ears of both the invaders and the forces that opposed them still.

    The rebels got to Gabriel first. They convinced his parents that the child would no longer be safe here and offered to take the whole family into hiding while giving Gabriel the training he would need to help free their Territory from Eyrien rule. His parents, neither of whom were by nature people who would join a fight, preferring to keep their heads down, take care of the land and be kind to others, agreed not for themselves but for their son. By the time the Eyriens came, it was too late: the little family was gone.

    Life in small rebel camps was tough. Food was scarce and feeding a growing boy who wore the Green was a chore. Gabe was always hungry, but he was also, for the first time in his life, being taught how to fight.

    He reveled in it.

    Naturally talented with weapons, particularly close-quarter knife fighting, Gabe spent his adolescence being turned into a killing machine. This rebel faction was banking all their hopes on him and when he went into his Offering, Gabe fought his way down to the Gray with all the fierce arrogance that only his Caste could truly master.

    The following decades leading up to the Witchstorm were spent mostly trying to sabotage the Eyrien rule of Dena Nehele. Gabriel was ready to just unleash himself on them, but his mentors advised caution. “Work smart, not fast.” The leader of their faction often told him. The War Machine of Askavi was too big, and a single man, even if he wore the Gray, would never take them down. And so, while Gabriel had plenty of opportunities to spill Eyrien blood, he was always held back from Bidea and the slaughter he craved. Instead, he and his compatriots spent most of their time helping the people wherever they could. Gabriel shuttled people to Shalador and the Island Territories that still opposed Askavi, broke up or stole shipments of weapons and food for the invaders, and became known as the Gray Shadow that worked tirelessly for the people.

    That was, until the day his parents died.

    It was a surprise attack on the rebel camp. An Eyrien squadron flew in and within minutes bodies lay all around. Gabe was a ways away, coming back from a mission when he felt the psychic voice of his father crying out for help and then cutting off. The Killing Edge welcomed him like a lover, and like the very wind off the Tamanara Mountains, he descended upon the attackers, ending their pitiful existence without compassion or even respect. He saw his parent’s corpses through a red haze and what hold the rebels had over him snapped. He caught the Winds and dropped from them at the Landing Web near one of the camps where the occupying forces had gathered. He came in Jewels blazing and unleashed the full fury of a Gray Jeweled Warlord Prince upon them unprepared guard before stalking into the camp. Warriors, women, even children fell to his blade and his Craft. He fought until his Gray was drained, and then until his Green had only drops. He fought until his muscles screamed and he was covered from head to toe with blood, some his own, but most not.

    And then he slowed.

    One of the buildings had caught fire in the chaos of his rage and Gabriel was forced back into it one step at a time. The doors shut behind him and a Sapphire Shield locked him in. Drained, coughing at the heavy smoke, lungs, and eyes burning, he fell to his knees, then fell over, unconscious, just as the Witchstorm that would forever change the face of the Realms ripped through Dena Nehele. Perhaps it was the fact that he was unconscious and could not fight it, or maybe it was just luck, but when he woke in the smoldering embers of the collapsed building, his Jewels were still whole. His body though...All along one side of his body that had not been sheltered by a collapsed beam than now pinned him where he lay, his skin had burned away. Red and starting to become infected, Gabriel called out for help, and then for mercy and for death, but nobody came, not for days. His Jewels, without nourishment and drained, fed upon the reserves of his body, wasting him away until, finally, he had enough strength back in his Green to push the beam off of himself and stumble to the landing web through a wasteland of rotting corpses.

    He was sick twice before he managed to get close enough to catch the Winds, the smell of the decaying flesh mixed with the smell coming from his own wounds too much to bear. Running a high fever he wasn’t sure how he made it back to the rebel camp, but when he next came too, one of the Healers he had known for years was tending to him. She had only her Birthright Rose after the Witchstorm and was still coming to grips with that loss, so what might have been resolved without scarring left Gabriel with plenty. All across the right shoulder, the right side of his chest, his hip, and his leg, lightened, slightly raised skin remained as a reminder of his pain. His soul though was much more scarred by the experience than his body.

    In the weeks of recovery, in the months and then years of helping his people recover, Gabriel was haunted by what he had done. He went back to the camp he had torn apart and took care of the bodies, counting the innocents who had fallen along with the warriors to his rage.

    Then he helped clean up all the bodies that were still piled high from the witchstorm. With each pyre and grave his guilt and disgust for what had lead to this slaughter rooted itself deep into his soul. When the job was done, he returned to the camp he had grown up with -rebel no more- and lay down his weapons at the feet of their surviving leader.

    “I have done all the harm I ever want to. No more.” He said simply, and left.

    Since that day, Gabriel has traveled. He didn’t exactly intend to. He wanted to see what more there was to the world and to find out if anywhere there was a people that had the same distaste for violence that he had, but traveling became a way of life.

    Every Territory hurt after the Purge, so Gabriel helped where he could. During times of stability, the arrival of a Gray Warlord Prince might have closed doors, but there were simply too many doors off their hinges in the aftermath of the war and witchstorm. People were cautious of his presence, but when he made it clear that he only wanted to help, he was welcomed more often than he was turned away. He got footholds all over the Realm where he lent his strength and earned the trust of those who would be the foundation for the next two centuries of unimpeded travel. These contacts vouched for him as Territory Courts were put back together, and while decades later he was sometimes watched with suspicion, he had enough people to testify for him that rarely was he kept from going where he wanted to, though it was sometimes a beurocratic struggle. 

    It was only a few years after the end of the war, on a trip back to Dena Nehele, that he caught the first scent of something -someone- that would haunt him for the next nearly two hundred years. He was walking in the mountains when his nose caught the scent of blood and something... something wonderful. A witch...a Queen. He was in the middle of nowhere and had no idea what a Queen would be doing out here, but like a bloodhound, he followed that trace of her back to a carnage. The bodies of four Eyrien warriors lay on the forest floor, and the clearing reeked of feminine fear. Not the mature smell of an adult Queen, but the light, sweet and terrified scent of a child. It was the first time in years that his calm broke and he tore through the woods looking for her, tracking her scent backwards until he came across an altar and an old Priestess. He pinned her against a wall by her throat and asked her where the little Queen was. The woman tried to deny she knew anything, but Gabriel could smell the child on her and at last she revealed that she had helped a little lost girl get her Birthright then tried to sell her to Askavi.

    She died before she finished speaking that name.

    He spent days in those woods, tracking, going in circles, kicking the corpses of the dead Eyriens until they were mangled lumps of flesh, but could not find her.

    Clearly, something had gone wrong before they took her to Askavi, or they would have survived. The wounds were those of an Eyrien blade, so maybe one of their companions had turned on them? Gabriel didn’t know and had no way of knowing.

    Finally, after the scent had faded so much that he could no longer track it, he had to admit defeat. She was out there somewhere and Gabriel had no way of finding her or knowing if she was alright. It enraged him and made him feel helpless, but this wasn’t a problem that could be solved by punching his way through it.

    In the following hundred years, he caught whiffs of her now and then, in places that didn’t make sense, until he was almost certain that he had imagined her. What would a Queen be doing in the middle of a Shaladoran jungle alone? The mountains of southern Hayll? In the middle of a swamp in Dhemlan? It was impossible. Gabriel even had a Black Widow check his mind to make sure there was nothing wrong with him because it seemed as though every time he convinced himself that he had imagined the last time, he would sense her again. He would stay up nights dreaming about her, his elusive Queen, then wake up and lose his shit over something minor because the frustration of believing she was out there but not with him was eating at his very soul.

    His vow to do no harm did not amount to as much as Gabe wanted in that first century, nor, really, in the next. He got better, but not perfect, never perfect, because all the good intentions in the world could not overcome the simple fact that he was a Gray Jeweled Warlord Prince trained to kill who lacked the leash and calm of a Queen.

    So he traveled. He never stayed in any one place for long, trying to do some good, conduct some business, and then get out before his destructive rage made another appearance. When it did, he took it out on trees, on rocks, on things that would not bleed.

    He did a bit of everything: mainly transport since he could ride the Darker, faster Winds, but also escort services, straightforward goods exchanges and some message delivery. Eventually he bought a large Coach, with a small living space for himself and a larger space for transporting people and goods across the Realm. He established a regular route, which made entering and leaving Territories easier and settled into this new life. Years of experience and of getting shafted turned him into a savvy negotiator and put money in his pocket. It also made him friends, mostly with others who shared his itinerant nature and with whom he would travel sometimes between jobs. Primary among these was another man from Dena Nehele who was close to Gabe’s age. Theo Lirion was a big man, but gentle. He had lost his whole family in the Purge and spoke seldom of them, but his grief lived behind a loud laugh and a general appreciation for life. Gabriel liked traveling with Theo in part because, though he did not look it, the large burly man had a truly gentle soul, and never questioned it when Gabe showed up, or when he left without warning.

    On a few occasions he tried to get the leash of a Queen through a Contract with a Court, but being around a Queen who wasn’t his just made him grind his teeth and eventually...there would be blood. There was always blood. His rages, when they came, took over his sense, just like his Ruts. At the end of one such Rut that had focused in on a Rose Hearthwitch named Tamara, Gabriel sheepishly stayed in town long enough to see to it that the bone he had broken in her arm was healed. She had lost her job because she was unable to work, so he was paying her bills until she could get another one when she started throwing up in the mornings.

    Her pregnancy caught them both off guard. It had been the perfect storm of accidental slip-ups. Tamara, who had not had a lover for some time, had not been taking her brews. Gabriel had run out and in the rush of the Rut and the worry for Tammy after hadn't thought of it, and the Healer had been suffering from a bad case of the sniffles and also forgotten to check. They were not in love, but they had been friends on and off for a few years. Tamara was half long-lived and didn’t fit in well in the short-lived town in Raej she was staying in. She had no significant other, being a nerdy, sarcastic witch with a general distaste for the trappings of romance, but she wanted the child. So did Gabriel.

    So they agreed to remain what they were: friends, occasional bedmates, and now, parents. Nine months later, a little boy was born. From his first cries Gabe knew, just knew, that his son shared his Caste. Tammy were cautious about that, but she loved Sam as much as Gabriel did, and not long after he was born they left her town together to raise him on the road.

    Tamara and fatherhood were good for Gabriel. He had a focus for the territorial urges of his Caste after all this time and while the lack of that had never bothered him, having people to focus on soothed something in Gabriel. Tammy encouraged him to take sparring back up, arguing that getting some of his anger out in sanctioned and harmless ‘boys hitting each other over the head with sticks’ practice wasn’t breaking his vow of pacifism and might make him less liable to snap. She had a point, and it did help. Samuel helped too. Running after a child, one who had taken after his half-Eyrien mother (though neither had wings) and was full of energy left even Gabriel exhausted by nighttime. Paired with having a willing bed partner when he had additional steam to blow off and needing to support three people instead of two which meant taking more jobs than ever, Gabriel's busy life kept him just on the 'good' side of violence for longer stretches than ever before.

    They continued to travel, the tiny apartment at the front of Gabe's Coach very snug but livable, and while he still sometimes thought he caught a whiff of his mysterious Queen, he no longer followed those threads, his hands much too full and his heart too glad to let it all go just for a long-lost dream.
     

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    Gabriel sat down on the bed next to Tamara, hands shaking. Her black hair was limp and sweaty, round cheeks red and eyes downcast towards the squirming bundle in her arms. He brushed a curl behind her ear, then his eyes fell down until they met a pair of little green ones staring back at him, then became fuzzy as his vision began to blur with tears.

    “We have a son, Gabe. A perfect baby boy.” Her voice cracked with emotion, and he cupped the back of her head, pulling their foreheads together as he started to laugh. She joined in, both their voices breaking and hoarse. “Here, you should hold him.”

    Gabriel almost shook his head. How was he supposed to hold his son when his hands were shaking so badly? And how was he supposed to raise a little boy if he wasn’t even able to hold him?

    “Come on, you buffoon, you won’t hurt him. Here, just hold your arms like this and cradle his head. Yes, just like that.” Tammy guided the little bundle of boy into Gabriel’s arms, and the Gray Jeweled Warlord Prince nearly jumped out of his skin as his son squirmed.

    “He moved!”

    “Yes, babies do that.” Tammy said, blandly.

    The boy in his arms blinked, opened his mouth, and then the loudest, most piercing sound Gabriel could ever remember hearing scrieched out of his mouth.

    “HE’S SCREAMING!” Gabriel said, agitation turning to something much more feral as he searched the room for the reason why his son wasn’t happy.

    “Babies do that too, you idiot.” Tammy’s tone didn’t change at all, though her eyebrows did rise up. “Especially babies who are Warlord Princes, just like his daddy.”

    “WHAT?!”

    “Now don’t you drop him, Gabriel James! Calm your ass down. He’s just hungry. Here, give him back to me and I can fix that.” She said holding out her arms, but Gabriel’s hold on the baby tightened instead, at least long enough to bring his son up to his nose so he could inhale deeply. She was right. It was faint but unmistakable. Gabril felt his heart tighten. He had never said it out loud, but for all the months of this pregnancy, he had prayed to the Darkenss every day for his son not to have to suffer the difficulties and challenges that came with his Caste. Life would be so much kinder to a Prince or a Warlord… But he supposed the Darkness never did listened to his prayers.

    “I’ll teach him how to do better than I did. I promise, Tamara.” He whispered, passing the child back to his mother.

    Tammy settled the babe at her breast, then turned her face back up to Gabe. “You’re not all that bad yourself, you know. You’re not a monster, Gabriel, no matter what you tell yourself.”

    Gabe just shook his head, not responding. She didn’t understand. She had seen him bad, but she had never seen him… bad.

    And she never would, and neither would their son.



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Re: Gabriel Silvarin
« Reply #1 on: Mar 13, 18, 01:07:26 PM »
Could I use my banked roll and purcase a full descent as purchased here: https://www.bloodrites.net/points-scheme/(march)-points-transactions-13037/msg112624/#msg112624? Thank you!!!

I could also use 5 family rolls. Thanks!
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Re: Gabriel Silvarin
« Reply #2 on: Mar 13, 18, 03:38:36 PM »
Per the use of your banked roll & full descent...

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Green Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Gray Jewel at your Offering.

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Congratulations!



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Re: Gabriel Silvarin
« Reply #3 on: Mar 24, 18, 10:21:31 PM »
getting stamps and waiting for Maud to go through and have my ratios in order.
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Re: Gabriel Silvarin
« Reply #4 on: Mar 24, 18, 10:37:28 PM »
Hey there Gabe!  Great to see you!  I have some great news!  I found my sister!  You should meet her

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Re: Gabriel Silvarin
« Reply #5 on: Mar 25, 18, 01:51:27 PM »
He's ready but ratios won't be in order until Maud goes through. Details about his mystery queen should be in line with Elenor's sheet.
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« Reply #6 on: Mar 25, 18, 02:01:55 PM »
Added to the queue.

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« Reply #7 on: Mar 28, 18, 10:07:42 PM »

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« Reply #8 on: Mar 29, 18, 11:01:37 AM »
Ready for Round Two!!
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