Name: Gabriel Santiago
Age: 699
Nationality: Spanish/Native American
Gender: Gender Fluid (Biologically Male)
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 77kg
Species: Turned Lycan
House: Terra
Pet: Grey Wolf (Spirit animal with no particular power besides long life)
Personality: Gabriel is a very laid back individual for being a Lycan, but still has a harsh temper when triggered.
Gabriel is fairly awkward around new people, because of a slight shy disposition and being fairly introvert for the most part. However, after a while, he does relax once he starts getting to know you. can be a touch of a Loner, never really having had a Pack before, and is happy with being alone sometimes.
When his temper is sparked, it is vicious and quick, and a dark sight to behold. because its so hard to set off, when it goes, it takes a while to settle down again.
History:
Gabriel Santiago didn't really have much of an interesting family life before being Turned. He was your Average Joe working on his Family's farm, which was sparse due to a wide spread famine that was effecting most of Northern Europe. Many in the land had resorted to eating anything they could get their hands on, such as cats and dogs.
However, the Santiago Family kept to themselves, on their tiny plot of land, and made sure that each family member had at least something small to eat. Gabriel didn't have a big family, just him, his mother and father, and two younger sisters; Isabella and Esmeralda.
Though the famine did not effect this family too much, it still effected other parts of Spain...Including the Lycan population.
Unknown to the family, Lycan Packs had been travelling in search of food and was coming up poorly. Forests nearly picked clean of Animals, Family homes and Farms barren of food, and livestock all but gone.
Until a Pack came across the Santiago Family Farm.
At the scent of food, fresh and alive, the Pack salivated and nearly attacked on first sighed. However The hungry Lycan planned to attack later a night, as they didn't need their cover being blown out in broad day light.
At first, they had aimed to only go for the livestock, take the cows and the sheep and leave.
But the Bloodlust caused by their hunger began setting in...And it was a full moon.
The Lycans began sinking into a feeding frenzy and couldn't distinguish their prey from each other...they didn't care what was livestock...and what was human.
They ravaged the place, swooping into the buildings and attacking all they came across.
They only stopped to think when they heard a loud shout and saw a line of silver shoot past them and bury itself in the wood of a beam.
Gabriels Father was stood there, a tall and strong looking man, despite his age, was stood there with several large silver knives.
'Los niños de la luna...' where the final words Gabriel had ever heard his Father said before the he gallantly fought against the pack of wolves, trying to defend his family, only to be taken down quicker than he could throw his knives.
Gabriel, who was guarding the door to the room his sisters and his mother were hiding in, he stood there with a large machete, and pressed up against the door, sweat beading up on his forehead as he heard the thunder of many paws running up the stiars of their little farmhouse and straight for them.
He barely had a moment to brace before the door was shattered and he was sent flying backwards.
The last things he experienced that night, was hearing his family screaming in agony, and feeling his own shooting down his shoulder.
When he next woke up, his home was trashed and his family were just chunks of meat and bone.
but he only had a few moments to process this before his body felt like it was on fire.
He'd never felt a pain like this before, and he couldn't hold back the yells as the pain tore through him. He was alone in his destroyed farmhouse, his blood feeling like it was boiling in his veins, and his body felt like it was crushing itself and trying to tear itself apart.
It wasn't long before he passed out from the pain once more and wouldn't wake for quite a while.
(skipping the change until i'm less lazy and edit it)
Many years later, Gabriel had moved away from Spain and moved to the Americas to try and leave what happened to his family behind, and tried to start a new life.
He stayed away from other Lycan Packs, not out of hate, but more out of the want to be alone and to do his own things. He was the definition of a Lone wolf.
He Worked on keeping a low profile, not Bonding to anyone, and not causing trouble.
His now silver eyes would attract attention from onlookers on occasion but he would never see any of the people he came across again, so he didn't mind too much. Just whispers that'd die on the breeze in the end.
But, Despite wishing to be alone, he wouldn't be for much longer, he came across a circus that was boasting about an Immortal Wolf; claiming to have had the wolf in their circus for far longer than is deemed natural for its species.
Gabriel hadn't put much stock in the claim and simply meant to move on. But when he looked into the eyes of the wolf, having gone to see it out of mild curiosity, he saw the eyes of a creature that held much age and knowledge a simple Grey Wolf wouldn't have.
on further inspection, there were strange marks on the Wolf's back, not quite bold enough to be noticed a first, but dark marks that almost blended into the fur.
Instinctively, the wolf in him smelt something different about this creature...perhaps the immortal claim wasn't so strange.
The eyes of the Wolf begged Gabriel to help it, to set it free. it no longer wanted to be there but had no escape from the Ring Leader of the Circus.
(I'm getting tired to I'll update how Gabriel got the wolf. Wolf is called Shanook. they travel alot and wound up in CdS due to intrigue and Gabriel's wolf needing a Pack now)
(Will be updated when not so tired)
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