Gabriel Underwood
Mar 28, 2010 20:51:14 GMT -5
Post by Gabriel Underwood on Mar 28, 2010 20:51:14 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Gabriel Zachary Michael Underwood (His parents liked Religious names)
Nickname: Assface (I'm sorry, It's completely stuck), Mr. Underwood, Zach
Age: Thirty Three
Member Group: Whatever bad guy comes under. I'm guessing Local? Baddie? Villain?
Power(s): Puppetry. Gabriel was one of the only meta ever found to have this very unique skill. Puppetry involves taking the body of someone else and making them carry out the user's will. This is done with eye contact at first, then eventually, when the Puppeteer is strong enough, they can simply attack on sight. This skill, obviously, has it's downfalls, including having to have the strength to battle against the original consciousness within the person to keep control. Then, if the person being the puppet is killed while the Puppeteer's mind is still inside, the Puppeteer's consciousness will die with the body, leaving an empty “vegetable” body behind.
The other downsides are the level of sheer concentration that must take place for a puppeteer to keep control of his current puppet. An uncontrolled user of this skill will collapse with sheer exhaustion after a few moments usage, and even when someone has been fully trained, they will be able to only take one body for a few hours, or several bodies for quick, 10 minute bursts. Only one body at a time can be taken over, as the mind of the puppeteer cannot separate itself. After the user has finished, he or she will have to rest for at least a day before attempting such a thing again. The other problem of course, is that some of the conscience from the other person will linger on the users thoughts for several hours after, leading to confusion and frustration.
Puppeteers cannot take the minds of those who have strong mental barriers or abilities. They will often be forced out of the head, or worse, trapped inside, unable to return to their correct body.
Play By: Ian Somerhalder.Let it F L O W . . .1. What Happened Before
Gabriel Underwood is, was and always will be a problem child. When he was 6, he decided to cut off all of his mothers beautiful blonde ringlets to spite her for not letting him go to a party. All these golden curls surrounded her as she slept, and Gabriel stared down at her, angry that she wouldn't do as he said, angry that she had control over him. Those golden curls were only the start of Gabriel's slow and steady descent into an unpleasant future. His parents, blind to their little boy's impending cruelty, continued to nurture him and love him despite reports coming back from school; 'Gabriel shows a particular dislike to other boys suggesting games to play. He wants to have complete control over playtime. When he does not get that control, he lashes out.'
He's our little angel! His parents cried, wrapping their arms around their son with pride. He wouldn't hurt a fly!
How disappointingly wrong they were.
His life just spiralled away from him into a pit of unpleasant deeds and unkind behaviour. Nine years of age, and Gabriel decided to push one of his best friends down a hill into a pit of stinging nettles, and smiled happily as the poor little boy was stung badly, and grazed. All because he had told him what he wanted to do that day, and was laughed at. Are we getting the message here? Gabriel does not like being told no. No is a bad word that blocks him from doing what he wishes, it makes him feel heat at the back of his neck, and more importantly, it leads to one thing; Revenge. By age 10, he'd begun to realise what power he had, and the darkness that had already consumed his heart, even silly grievances, all mounted up within him. This power would be useful to destroy. This power would be useful to injure and hurt.
Gabriel's first puppeteer attempt was less than a success. As such a young boy, he only managed to conquer his young next door neighbour, a small, sweet little girl named Melissa. Gabriel managed to worm his way into her head with a long, determined staring contest, then struggled to push her own desires out of the way. “You are going to hurt yourself.” He said to her, with this low, unpleasant sounding voice. “You are going to hurt yourself and make yourself cry.” But as Melissa picked up the scissors and lifted them to strike her palm, his energy waned. Unable to keep Melissa's pleading sub-conscience away, he had to withdraw, and then, once back in his own head, he lay, completely spent, on the grass.
Hammel's call came with a great thud in Gabriel's life. He was told he was special, which he had already guessed, and that he would be taken to a school full of children as special as him to learn how to master his power. Gabriel's hunger for power led him to go without fight, excited to grow stronger and master all that he wished to learn. But of course, there was a problem. Gabriel's gift was a rare one, never before seen in such a young subject. It took several attempts for tutors to fully understand the length and breadth of Gabriel's skill, and by then, the young boy was showing a sadistic level of promise.
Indeed, Gabriel's level of ability only grew and grew as his time passed in Hammel's nurturing embrace. By his third year at the school, he had managed to worm his way into the minds of several classmates, and through them, caused mayhem. The beauty of his skill was that it was so undetectable, so whilst he came across as the perfect, innocent little teen, only working to better his skill, he was actually at the forefront of the badly behaved teens in his class. From using pyromancers to set fire to desks, to controlling the strength of the strongest, he could create an aura of perfect panic, without even being in the same room.
Of course, it took many, many tries for Gabriel to learn to just penetrate minds. At first it was frustrating for him to always have to have eye contact. He wanted in, he wanted to breach that thin protective shield and work his way in, like a worm to a round, juicy apple. Except this worm left behind no holes, only the destruction when that poor little apple dropped from the tree and smashed, obliterating itself in the process. But then, his talent became something he could do with only a glance of someone on the street. He'd send his conscious forward into that mind, and if there was no barrier, then in. In he'd seep with all the glee of a child who's eaten too many sweets.
The unfortunate thing was, it was only after Gabriel left the Institute that there was a clue as to what he was up to. Suddenly, class incidents dropped, the school seemed to be the quietest it had been for several years. Everything pointed at this one, role model boy with his charming smile and bright blue eyes. Only one mentor was not convinced. In a book of past students, he carefully described Gabriel's special ability, his cunning, his sheer aura that radiated around corridors. 'I get the feeling,' the last paragraph said, 'that this one will turn out to be a bad egg.'
2. In the News
Of course, Gabriel's story didn't just finish after he left Hammel. Now he had the skill and the power to control and do as he liked. A few hours on a coach home, and the young man was already contemplating exactly what he'd use this gift for. He looked up and down the passengers, then smiled to himself. The havoc he could cause in this tiny space, the lives he could ruin, it was all too tempting for a teenage boy, who had no intention of behaving himself. He took the mind of one of the larger men on the coach, then forced him to attack the others, one by one by one.
When he got home, the police were already arresting the man from the coach, though he swore his innocence. Gabriel was happy. He bought himself a pear, and walked up the drive to his parents house, completely and utterly pleased with himself.
This was only the start of Gabriel's new found freedom. Soon enough, he began to train himself even beyond what Hammel had taught him. How to move from one mind to another quickly, how to make sure his own body – left behind – wouldn't be noticed. All of these things accumulated in a dangerous fashion.
First he began to puppet his parents, using them to help him procure jobs, wealth, all of those important daily necessities that would eventually have him with the ultimate reach across the world. Yes, Gabriel had high hopes for himself. Minor chaos WAS appealing, yes, but imagine the fun he could have controlling world leaders, generals, military men! It was so thrilling to him. The world was full of little toy soldiers, and he could move them all.
At first, he moved his enterprise to Europe, especially high tension countries, where he could stir up as much trouble as he felt like. Sure enough, governments began to argue, minor conflicts escalated into major ones, and sat on his “throne” of the world, was one Mr. Underwood.
Of course, even the most private of operations eventually gains attention from like-minded individuals, and Gabriel was willing to have a few comrades along in his own personal toy soldiers game. He made sure they were all strong, powerful, useful for various different things, and most importantly, he even made sure they would allow him to have control if he should need it. And thus, the start of Gabriel's true criminal enterprise began. From causing countries to fight each other, to murderous rampages. If it was on the news and it came out of nowhere, the likelihood is it was Gabriel, and his little organisation.
Columbine was his particular favourite, even if he does say so himself.
But now Gabriel has new fish to fry, he has his sights set on Hammel, and finding some fresh, new recruits.
3. In the Line Up
Gabriel Underwood is remarkably attractive. If you were to bump into him on a street corner late at night, you'd probably feel relatively at ease in his presence and tell your mother you bumped into someone nice on the way home, spring in your step. That's what's so utterly frustrating about Gabriel. His looks cover a multitude of sins, and not only do they conceal them, but they make him damn HOT. He's ruggedly handsome, like someone who's the hero of a movie, you know, climb off the motorbike and wipe the sweat from their brow?
First things first, I should probably mention that Gabriel is a tall man. He's six foot four inches, and all of it is at least half decently worked out. Of course, mental health is at the utmost priority, but Gabe also makes a point to make his body look a little decent too, after all, no one wants to lock up a hot man. His hair is slightly tousled and a browny-black colour, depending on what time of the year. In summer it seems to be lighter, in winter, darker. He rarely finds time to shave when he's casing a new area, so depending on how well he's settled in a place depends on whether he'll have facefluff or a nice smooth chin. He's got a very easy smirky smile, too, the kind that has a quiet arrogance, the kind that says “Try it, I'll win.”
His eyes are a very piercing blue colour, something he inherited from his father. They are often narrowed in cat-like satisfaction, and teamed with the above mentioned smile. Another thing that you could notice straight from the get-go with Gabriel is his hands. They seem to be quite large and expressive, in fact, when he gets over-excited or particularly aggressive, he will gesticulate violently and use those giant palms to inflict some less than subtle damage.
Gabriel wears suits. Lots of suits. Suits or denim. If he has “business” to be dealing with, he will wear one of his many suits, teamed with a tie, or perhaps an open shirt. If he is relaxing, he will wear jeans and a t-shirt. Somehow he always manages to look well turned out, even at 4am when he's picking up one of his fellow members from some godforsaken town.
4. A Well Funded Operation
It's not easy to describe Gabriel's increasing levels of personality, so perhaps I should start with the most obvious of his traits. He is a control freak. If anything goes out of control, he becomes angry, and will fight tooth and nail to regain that control, at any cost. It is because of this that he is a meticulous planner, careful with detail and always having a backup plan should things not go as he would like. The control he has over himself is another point to notice, his words are often said with a seductive purr, as though he could convince all and sundry to simply do as he asks. Never does he raise his voice in new company, preferring to save his swearing and cursing for those unfortunate enough to know him more personally.
Perhaps it is unfair to call Gabriel manipulative and cruel, but it is, in the most part true. He delights in creating chaos, and making people squirm. But this doesn't mean he has no feelings whatsoever, In fact, he has a love of dogs, and has always got time to spend petting one, and indeed, if he finds a stray, he is more than willing to take it in. To him, dogs are perfect, they can be trained, they can be relied on and they do not lie. Gabriel likes reliable people, the second he cannot trust someone, is the second they make a sticky end.
He loves the smell of spring time air, especially when he's jogging in the mornings, and needs the time to think. The problem with Gabriel's need to plan is he must have a clear head. When his mind is too full of ideas, he must settle down and relax. When he can't do that, he buzzes, much like a young child on too much coffee. His various different homes are full of scribbled ideas and designs on any paper he can find, just to release the pressure on his brain. If he feels tired, he is nothing but frustrated and restless, as a busy man he is a happy man. He's sly, and has a fondness for cigarettes, often smoking one as a reward for doing a good job.
The one thing Gabriel despises more than a lack of control, is the lingering emotions of the puppets he's used. That horrible feeling of conflicting emotions drives him to lock himself away in his study and brood. He must be the one who keeps his fingers on the steering wheel. No one else.
<3 - Control, Dogs, Neutral colours, suits, well dressed people, cars
</3 – No control, Rabbits, Bright colours, shorts, boats, psychics.
.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: It's Chezuu again
Age: 20
RP Experience: Three and eighty years
How did you find us?: CupcakesShow your S K I L L S . . .A figure began to move backwards and forwards in the rain under a large black umbrella.
The corner was blurred from view due to the rain violently thrashing on the ground, and that was how the man liked it. From underneath the umbrella, he could see the teens running across the street to the mall, and the few adults moving back and forth through the thoroughfare. There was the smell of cheap takeaway in the air as the figure moved out of the rain and into the shelter of a café, putting up a newspaper and watching the people who walked by with a faint interest. Who to pick?
That decision was made for him, as a man appeared from nowhere and seemed to jutter through the air in an unusual manner. He'll do, thought the stranger in the cafe, and suddenly, then man outside stopped, shook his head, then kept walking.
Gabriel Underwood had found his puppet. Walking in the man's body, he calmly picked up a large lump of wood from the kerbside and began to walk across the path with a smirk on his face. Now what mischief to cause? One could trash a car, destroy a mall? No, these things were small fry, he wanted something far more exciting. Perhaps he could go out and crash a car into an important office building. All he knew was he didn't have time. He needed to move quickly to be able to ensure a catastrophic level of chaos without having his body's position in the cafe compromised.
Cars were easy to unlock. A few twists, and Gabriel was in, or rather, the man Gabriel was in control of was. Occasionally he had to fight an irritating “What are we doing?! Stop!” from the man's original thoughts, but this idiot was weak, and with a flick of the switch, the car sped off into the night, accelerator to the floor as the buildings grew closer and closer.
All of a sudden, in the darkness, there was a bang, and the man with the newspaper in the cafe smirked. Scratch one puppet.
