Gabriel. Taylor. Adams.

[Gabriel Taylor Adams]

G abriel T aylor A dams
Run, and you're just signing your death warrant.

And I'm thinking of the worst things that I could say to you
Name|| Gabriel Taylor Adams
Nick Name|| Gabriel. Not Gabe.
Gender|| Male
Birthday|| October 25th, 1991
Sexual Orientation|| Straight
Ethnicity || American
Face Claim || Solomon Olds
Age || 18

and this never will be right with me
Hair|| Coal black, jaw-length, shaggy.
Eyes|| Pale grey, quick-silver hue. Average.
Height|| 6'2.
Weight|| 152lbs
Body Type|| Lean, hard-muscles from tough work, not a wrestler's bod.
Skin Type|| Lightly tanned.
Distinguishing Features|| Burns on his hands and shoulders, light, barely noticeable. He wears a mask alot or thick stage makeup, to cover three long gashed on the left side of his face.
Tattoos|| None
Piercings|| None
Style|| Gabriel tends for jeans and hoodies, although he'll occassionally go for the dramatic side. He has a trench coat he likes to wear, but is shirtless a good deal of the time, usually because he's working.

I'm tongue tied and terrified of what I'll say.
Likes||

• Knives
  
• Playing with Fire
  
• Scaring People
  
• Rats
  
• Night
  
• Cemetary Dirt
  
• Cherry Coke
  
• Classical Music
  
• Theatre
  
• Scented Candles
  
• Playing guitar and singing
  

Dislikes||

• Cats
  
• Screamo Metal Music
  
• Beer
  
• Drugs
  
• Sunny days
  
• Summer
  
• Cry babies
  
• Yellow
  
• Being bossed
  
• Romance Novels or Books
  
• Being hugged
  

Secrets||

• He's buried someone alive.
  
• He enjoys pottery.
  
• He once wanted to play professional tennis.
  

Fears||

• Being buried alive.
  
• Going to an asylm.
  
• His tumors coming back.
  
• Centipedes
  
• Falling in love
  

Strengths||

• Ability to lock away guilt.
  
• Speed
  
• Handiness with knives
  
• Can go barefoot.
  
• Enjoys the cold
  

[color=CC33FFWeaknesses||

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• Hates his reflection.
  
• Anyone that looks like Juliet
  
• Sucker for terror.
  
• Allergic to kiwi
  
• Suffers from dementia.

Dreams||

• To live in an actual house.
  
• To survive past twenty-five
  

Over All Personality|| Gabriel is a deep, dark guy with loads of mystery about him, and he plans to keep it that way. He gives off a spooky, unfriendly aura that people tend to pick up on. Gabriel has a habit of following people that don't like him, and more than once it's gotten him into trouble. There is a definite vibe about this one.


then we both go down together
Father|| Unknown
Mother|| Meghan, 39, Bookseller.
Siblings| Alicia, 21, Painter
Pets|| A rat named Will, kept in a wire cage.
Other Important Family Members|| N/A
History|| Gabriel grew up, a normal kid, with is parents in Racine, Wisconsin. When he was seven, they divorced, and his father took Alicia with him to Boston. Gabriel and Meg move around, never staying long. In 2008, Gabriel was diagnosed with a brain condition, and had to have surgery. He was also diagnosed with mild dementia, and he has some serious social issues. Last summer he buried a girl alive, and spent several months in an institution. When he turned eighteen, he took off on his own, and now roams around, following people from his past.

A while back, he messed with the wrong people, and was clawed up pretty bad. All of the marks healed, save the ones on his face, and now he likes to wear a mask. It gives people a scare to see him lurking around the local cemetary, and Gabriel loves it.

and you could see the melody
Your Name|| Gabriel is fine.
Your Age|| 17
Experience|| Um...almost eight years now?
Role Play Sample||

Gabriel rarely visited a club. But tonight, he was in a mood for people, and a club was where you could find someone. The bouncer at the doorway gave him the once-over, and he grunted, holding out one hand. Gabriel grinned and unclipped the collar he wore, dropping it into outstretched hand.

They stared at each other for a beat, but the line waiting to get in behind him was getting a little anxious, so finally the bounce jerked his thumb over his shoulder. Still grinning, Gabriel stepped around him and slipped inside.

He moved through the crowd, allowing himself to be caught up in the music and the writhing bodies. Then, he spotted her. Well, well. Gabriel had been wondering when he would find her, how quickly. She had been avoiding him, he'd heard. He should have known she would seek refuge in a club, one of the last places Gabriel would appear. He grinned wolfishly and watched her lean up to kiss someone. Slut, he thought. She hadn't changed at all. Gabriel stepped past an entwined couple and a girl more drunk than alive, and watched his prey break away from the boy.

Perfect.

She really didn't seem to be having a good time, Gabriel thought, watching her curiously. He leaned back on the bar, ignoring the seductive look of a nearby dancer. Gabriel declined an offer for a drink and started moved, eyes fixed on the girl. Closer. Be careful, don't be seen. He slid past another bunch of dancers, the music pulsing and making him shudder with feeling, excitement. The red flickered in his eyes, then vanished as quickly as it came, a red no one but he could see.

It didn't take long to reach her, and Gabriel wrapped his arms around her neck, in a subtle way that hid the power behind his grip. To anyone watching, he looked like he was giving her a hug, although a little too familiar. That would keep anyone from approaching. Gabriel leaned forward, breathing on her neck, and tightened his grip. Twist, and snap, he thought. It would be so easy. Snap her neck, pick her up, and everyone would think she was just drunk and passed out. No one would realize what had really happened.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" he whispered, so close he could hear her breathing. She smelled slightly of alchohol, and something else, her perfume perhaps. A twist of good in the reek of alchohol and sweat from the dancers.

i'm losing hope and fading dreams
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