Vec

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

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From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Gabriel Antares

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The body slowly drifted in the sea, letting the waves carry it to shore. Eventually, it washed out, unmoving and stiff, like a wet rag that had been left over to dry. It lay there, face down on the sand for an unknown amount of time. It could have been minutes but It also could have been hours, no one really would know.

What goes in, however, always has to come out sometime. As his lungs tried to desperately remove the excess water from his body, he felt his chest swell up, the water quickly ascending and then promptly shooting out through his mouth. In between breaths, he coughed out the remainder of the sea water and mustered what strength he could to drag his body higher up the shore, to a dryer place.

He slumped around on his back, stretching his arms outwards. The palm tree over his head protected his eyes from the glaring rays of the midday sun. He stayed for a few minutes like that, regulating his breathing and calming down before he collected himself and stood up. Gabriel's eyes scanned his surroundings and then the thought finally settled in for good.

Rage immediately took over him as he grabbed a nearby boulder, lifted it up and threw it into the sea. The boulder crashed into the water with a loud splash, creating small waves that settled a few seconds later. "You! You!" He said and pointed at the ocean. "Oh, what a beautiful boat you have there, little fellows! IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO IT, HMMM??" He shouted out loud while flailing his arms around.

He then proceeded to have a fit of anger, running around the beach like a madman and throwing everything he could find, that was throwable, into the sea. Needless to say, the sea did not fight back. After venting out his anger and calming down, Gabriel started walking down the beach towards a random direction. "Where is this place anyway... and where is the boat? Weeeell, I guess It must have sunk, but there's got to be SOMETHING that washed up with me." Gabriel mumbled as he was walking. And then he stopped, the realisation hitting him once more. "Where is my sword? WHERE'S MY SWORD YOU SON OF A BITCH?!" He yelled at the sea once more and started throwing things at it.

Gabriel even dived into the ocean and searched for his sword, but to no avail. It was long gone...

He came out of the ocean practically fuming. He took off his shirt and squeezed it to get it as dry as possible. "You piece of shit, motherf-" As he was drying out his shirt, his eyes trailed off towards the east where he spotted the wreck of the ship, along with some people scurrying about, seemingly trying to salvage anything from the wreckage. "Oh yeah, there was that little girl that old Dick-on told me to keep safe... Charlotte, if I remember correctly. I wonder if she survived..."

With all that passing through his mind, Gabriel hung his, now, rag of a shirt over his shoulder to dry out and set off towards the other survivors. He waved his arms around, trying to get their attention. Maybe they had seen his little employer...

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Vec's "Barren Shores" Characters

Gabriel Antares

Gabriel Antares

Human Male | 31

Basic Information

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Birthplace: Inoka

Appearance: Standing at 187 cm and weighing a little over 82 kg, Gabriel is lithe with strong, lean muscle all over his body. He has thick brown hair and blood-red eyes, a hereditary feature of all Inokans.

• Full Body

  

Personality: Gabriel is a pain in the ass. Even before getting captured by Astrid forces, he was hard to deal with, even his allies thought so. This came mostly from the fact that he's overly sarcastic about everything and anything, as well as the fact that he revels in pointing out the flaws and mistakes of others whilst completely ignoring others when they point out his mistakes at him. Additionally, he generally has a thing for refusing to obey orders, although that facet of his personality has been curbed by the collar on his neck.

He always likes to state his opinion in every matter, even those that do not affect him in any way and WILL get on your nerves, if you let him. Give him an inch and he will take a mile sort-of-thing. However, that does not mean that he doesn't have his good points as well.

Gabriel is above all, a man of his word. Now, how you get him to promise you something, that is another story altogether. But if you do, then you better be sure that he will deliver. Inokan Values and all, something that's ironic when you think about how his country was ruined by inner conflict and betrayals.

Background:

• A long one, once more...

  Gabriel hails from the renown Antares Clan. A family known for its strict rules and undying loyalty to the Emperor of Inoka. Thus, It would not come as a surprise to find out that Gabriel grew up a fanatical supporter of the Imperial rule. His family was one of the four Grand Families, ruling over one of the Four Grand Provinces, the province of Laon. He grew up in the pavilions of Laon's biggest city and one of Inoka's biggest trade centers, Jo. Suffice to say, he was pretty wealthy.
  
  However, that does not mean that his upbringing was any different than that of a common soldier's son. His grandfather and the then head of the Antares Clan, Yang, made sure of that. Every day he trained under the supervision of either his father or his elder brother who were under the supervision of his grandfather. As you may understand, he was not allowed a moment's rest, for if he did, not only him but also his father and elder brother would get punished.
  
  Nevertheless, Gabriel always managed to find time to mess around with the ladies or sneak out of his family's household in order to go on one of his grand adventures, as he so called them. Every time he left the house, his grandfather raised hell on earth in order to find him and every time he was eventually forgiven, but only after suffering multiple punishments. Gabriel, however, did not care and continued finding ways to go out on adventures.
  
  He was on one of those adventures when tragedy struck home. He was staying in an inn, around the outskirts of Tawken when he heard a group of mercenaries over at a table talking about a rebellion. When he approached the mercenaries and asked them where the rebellion was taking place, their answer shook him to his very roots.
  
  "A coup? At Inoka?" Myriad of thoughts whizzed through his mind as he tried to comprehend the sudden news. The next day, he was on a horse, galloping as fast as he could back to his country. Unfortunately, he returned to a razed-to-the-ground Jo and a completely obliterated Antares Household. The bodies of his father, elder brother and grandfather laid headless in the front yard of the house, with their heads spiked on the walls of the entrance. He later also found out that his little sister and mother were sold off to slavery.
  
  He was 21 at the time.
  
  Gabriel's rage could have probably sliced through mountains if it was a sword at that moment. Alas, he did not know who was the culprit. Gabriel mourned for a whole month. At day, he would pray over his deceased family members' graves and at night, he would hone his sword skills and techniques. He was hell-bent on finding out the culprit. Fortunately, during his month-long mourning, he found out that it was Astrid that had actually instigated the coup and as such, made meticulous preparations before setting out.
  
  At that day, the Deacon of Astrid was scheduled to make a public appearance. Following the annexation of Inoka, the government needed to be reestablished and the rage of the people needed to be quenched.
  
  When the Deacon took the podium, Gabriel made his move. He unsheathed his treasured sword, Tenryu, and lunged towards the Deacon. Countless guards got between him and his target, trying to stop him from getting any closer but he slashed through all of them. Normal guards were like straws in front of him. That, could not be said for magicians, however. Five or six magicians jumped out of nowhere and cast restriction spells on him. Black chains coiled around his arms and legs whilst vines grew around him, their thorns seeping with a poisonous substance that weakened and slowed down his movements whilst at the same time putting him to sleep.
  
  The last thing he saw was the smile in the face of the Deacon. Some time after, he woke up in a cell with a collar around his neck. Whenever he tried to get rid of it, he was met with a splitting headache that left him moaning for hours on end.
  
  Later he found out that the Deacon had taken a liking on him and arranged for him to be one of his personal bodyguards. For ten whole years, he served under the Deacon. He saw many wars being waged and battles being fought throughout, this time, even participating in some as well. Eventually, however, the warring era came to an end and although his services were no longer needed, he always made sure to maintain a honed edge over his skills, just in case.
  
  And then came Tawken with their Arrowhead. The whole of Astrid was making a fuss about how the people over at Tawken had actually managed to discover a new continent. The there was the meeting between the leaders of the major countries. When the Deacon came back from the meeting, he called for Gabriel.
  
  "You are to escort our envoy to this new continent. See to it that she's safe," the Deacon simply told him before dismissing him. Gabriel was left speechless and for a long time, he wondered what did he ever do to deserve his fate. Was all the fooling around with the ladies in his younger years the problem? "Alas, the past was the past and the present is the present..."
  
  Soon enough, he met with this envoy the Deacon talked about. "A young girl!" Gabriel almost doubled over and vomited a mouthful of blood right then and there when he saw her. "And a pretty one to boot at that! Gabriel shook his head and walked over to her, introducing himself. He also passed over to her a sealed letter from the Deacon that detailed how the restraining collar on his neck worked, so she would have an easier time controlling him. Not that he had any thoughts of rebelling.
  
  They eventaully boarded the Arrowhead and went off on their journey. But little did they know, nature had other thoughts. When the ship capsized, Gabriel and Charlotte were separated.

Salvaged Item: His clothes. Unfortunately, his sword did not survive the ship capsizing and was dragged to the bottom of the ocean...

Nation Information

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Name: Inoka

Capital: The Former Imperial City of Tangjiang

History:

• Sometimes, danger can come from where one does not expect it...

  Inoka was a medium sized country situated next to Astrid. It had a flourishing economy centered around trade through land and seas as well as being a strongly militarized country. Inoka was ruled through monarchy. Specifically, since It's founding, It always had a ruling Imperial Family as the head of government with ten vassal families ruling over ten different provinces.
  
  All of the families would send one representative to take the position of Imperial Advisor in the Counsil of Ten, which would then offer advice on every sort of matter considering the wellbeing if the nation, from legislation to military matters and even statutory matters of the Imperial Family, such as marriages, forfeiture of the Imperial status of a member of the Imperial Family, changing the order of succession of an heir who suffers from an incurable disease or even regency, in case of there existing no apparent heir to the throne.
  
  As such, from an outsiders point of view, the country's foundation was rock solid and was in no apparent danger of collapsing. That's why the whole world was shocked when Astrid declared war on Inoka. Within a month, the whole country was overrun by the Astrid armies and their powerful magicians. The cause? Over half of the vassal families were bought off and betrayed their own. They staged a coup in the Imperial Capital, killed the ruling Emperor and his wife, along with all of his heirs. All this happened whilst the armies of Astrid were practically marching unimpeded towards Tangjiang. When the Deacon of Astrid set foot inside the Imperial Palace, the heads of every member of the Imperial Family awaited him on a platter by the throne.
  
  Unfortunately for those who were bought off, Astrid would never trust someone who betrayed their own. Who said that they wouldn't ever betray them as well? So after they had annexed the country, the Deacon sent assassins to all seven of the betrayer clans and killed off their leaders while letting behind a warning that if they didn't mind more blood being shed, they should bend the knee and obey, something they eventually were forced to do, after a series of bloody battles that nearly annihilated the remaining families.
  
  Eventually, the war was over and the country became a province of Astrid. Countless war prisoners were gathered from the defeated families and sold as slaves to rich merchants and magicians as bodyguards or expendable bodies for experiments.

Abilities

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Skills:

• Flash Sword Style

  The Flash Sword Style is an extremely devastating form of swordsmanship that can only be used by certain devoted practitioners, some of the most notable hailing from the Antares Clan.
  
  Description: The Flash Sword Style is an extremely dynamic form of combat, as suggested by the name of the style itself. It revolves around the concept of flash, and therefore primarily requires an enormous amount of speed and skill in order to initiate within any combat situation. While the general expression of one's Flash Sword Style is based on their own interpretation of the fighting style, at the core lies a single philosophy: "a flash is not born from a single light, but thousands strung together as bright as the sun." And truthfully, that is how the style functions. Rather than utilizing singular hits to create an enormous amount of damage, the user concentrates their efforts in the build up of damage over an extensive period of time. Therefore, they are able to cause their opponent's stamina to be winded down significantly while also causing them to be in severe pain from the constant slashes that are placed upon them. The style almost appears sadistic when viewed by other individuals, in that the constant pain brought about through non-fatal slashes would normally be associated with a sociopath.
  
  The style's basis uses high-speed movements from the drawing of the blade in order to completely eviscerate an enemy's chance of victory. However, rather than being fatal in nature, it is used primarily as a means to deter the enemy from their decisions to engage in combat. This is achieved through the sadistic nature of the combat form, which in turn is supposed to cause a realization in the enemy that they are inevitably going to be overpowered regardless of what they do.
  

  • Training

    As one would expect from such a consuming form of combat, the Flash Sword requires extreme dedication and training in order to successfully master its various nuances and individualize it to one's own preference. Unlike the majority of styles that solely require physical training, the Flash Sword also has compulsory mental conditioning as a part of its regime, giving the individuals a mentality in order to sustain and follow the principles of the Flash Sword when it is being executed within combat.

    • Physical Training

      Physical Training A practitioner begins to take their physical training as soon as he picks up a sword. It involves an extremely strict resume of exercises that create an overall very well-rounded body, both in physique and subtlety. Ironically, despite Flash Sword being a style of swordsmanship, the practitioner/apprentice's swordsmanship is not trained by another individual, as refining one's own art cannot be done with assistance from another, despite how much one tries, they may not interfere.
      

      • Speed: The most important aspect of one's physical training. Flash Sword emphasizes on immense speeds. As such, first and foremost, training is given to one's speed. Instructors are instructed to give an immense burden to their students, such a burden that plunges all but the strongest of light. Essentially, this "burden" are a pair of extremely dense weights. With these weights, the apprentice must perform daily chores, and various other activities in order for one's lower body to run on willpower alone. Achieving this, the instructor may be able to take these weights on and immediately gives the apprentice a test. To be able to catch the instructor off-guard, using their newly attained speed to do so. If achieved, the training progresses onto its next stage. If not, then one must resume this training, once more.
      • Stamina: A very important aspect of one's physical training. Due to the immense levels of speed one achieves through speed training, stamina is equal, if not, more important in order to be able to prolong the use of such speed. Done through various light exercises that progressively become heavier in order to achieve the desired effects required for this style.
      • Strength and Durability: To inflict damage and take damage. Although important, these aspects can usually be overlooked by most due to the style not relying on individual techniques, but a culmination of multiple strikes. However, an increase of strength and durability may be done in many ways, most of which are up to the instructor themselves.
    • Mental Training

      The Mental Training is the second aspect that students train in as a means to epitomize their combat abilities instead of simply being physically dominant. The advanced mental faculties are generally relevant to the speed and efficiency of the style.
      

      • Observation is to observe an enemy's every movement is the core essence of the Flash Sword. For to land a hit, one must be knowledgeable on where his enemy lie. The user gains keen training in observation via the enhancement of their natural Five Senses to the point where they are considered on the verge of "superhuman". This allows them to be able to keep up with virtually any opponent only with their natural abilities. In rare cases, there are some surpass this amazing observational skill by leagues, to the point where nothing can be missed from their six senses.
      • Exploitation is to exploit an enemy's weakness and take advantage of it. Flash Sword pupils are trained extensively to exploit weaknesses that come to their light, utilizing appropriate and devastating counters to destroy their opponents. However, this takes keen sensory along with enhanced feats of physical strength, making it the reason why an all-around training is so important.
      • Manipulation is to manipulate one's own strengths and an enemy's weakness is the art that very few are able to achieve. Through keen intellect and subsequent amounts of training, one is able to overwhelm their opponent through simple movements merely by counter-acting every one of their attacks with an appropriate response. An immense amount of focus and sheer experience is needed to master this art.

Gabriel practises the above sword style. Through his training of this style, his physique has been upgraded to above human standards, enabling him to do amazing feats with his body. Unfortunately, due to his carefree personality during his younger days and the fact that he was never a diligent student, to begin with, he has not dabbed into the mental part of the style at all. And now, with the complete and utter annihilation of his clan, he has no instructor to teach him further.

Thusly, his form of the style would be described by the elders as very lackluster. Although his body can follow through with the movements, unless he diligently trains, he will never be able to unleash the full splendor of his clan's sword style.

Weaknesses: Gabriel is a very impulsive person and he is liable to make spontaneous decisions, some of which never turn out good for him and the ones around him. He's also a very headstrong person. Once he has something in his mind set, it will be very difficult for him to think otherwise.

Aside from his personality issues, he's actually a very unreliable person. Unreliable in the sense that he knows nothing about cooking and the like. For sure he can set up a tent or something if you ask him, but his adventurous days are long over and as such, has forgotten most of what little bushcraft he had knowledge of. Even back then, he almost always found an inn to stay the night or for food and drink.

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Update Log

• 04/08/16 - ADDED GABRIEL'S CHARACTER SHEET
• 04/08/16 - Changed Imperial Capital name to Tangjiang
• 10/08/16 - Changed Gabriel's appearance and minor edits.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@poog the pig

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

@PKMNB0YI PMed you my new CS so if we have any sort of arguments, we won't fill the OOC.

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@PKMNB0YSo basically, your biggest problems are 1) that he's physically unfit to be able to escape the way he did 2) catalysts are a no-no, even though there's already a mage with a catalyst in the rp, but anyway. 3) a 14-year-old cannot have that good of a memory.

ok. noted. I'll make a new char.

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@Rtron Hmm? Why is that relevant? Do you want Ilunabar to use dream hax to make Vestec pregnant or something?

@Double Capybara

I WANT TO SEE THAT. WHERE DO I THROW MY MONEY AT?

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@PKMNB0Y
1) You should have talked about the 'no underground parties' in the OP if you specifically did not want us to use them.
2) Since you've been mentioning the malnourished part. I've mentioned, numerous times in the history tab, that although he's malnourished, that does not mean that he was not given food at all. I suppose I should have clarified that better.
3)I get the thing about food and water. I did not know that the voyage would take 1 month, but you did not mention it in the OP as well. I only found out after the CS was done, in the OOC.
4)Yes. Two years. Why shouldn't he survive and retain his knowledge? Were the "he was forced to mature early" and "never gave up on escaping" not enough reasons for him to retain his sanity?
5)He has no physical abilities, and yet you deny him the only thing that would give him some sort of uniqueness among the group. If I take away the stone, we're left with a frail, 14-year-old kid whose only real merit is being a walking encyclopedia. Oh and the odd tricks with his innate magic, which is very rare and very weak sort of magic.
6)As said previously, I suppose I should have clarified the malnourished part better. He's not a sack of bones with no muscle on him. He can swim, and walk, and run. I don't think that a sack of brittle bones could do all that.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Kho

I believe in Wong. He's a rice warrior.

@poog the pig

Oh I get it. It's funny cause he's fat, isn't it?

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

I'm just going to put this here and hope for the best.

Gabriel Antares

Human Male | 14

Basic Information

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Birthplace: Tawken

Appearance:

• Full Body

  

Standing at 160 cm and weighing a measly 45 kg, Gabriel is as malnourished and weak as he appears. He has thick black hair and deep emerald eyes. He gained the marks on his body from the experiments that were done on him by underground magicians.

Personality:
Before the experiments, Gabriel used to be a very cheerful child. He was outgoing and always sought out more friends to hang out or play with. All of his friends loved to be around him and thus, he generally was the heart of the group. After the kidnapping and the subsequent experiments, he became withdrawn, cold and anti-social. Although he was forced to mature early, he overcame his forced meekness when he decided to escape the clutches of the magicians.

He's a quick learner and before the experiments, he loved to read books about different topics in his spare time. Due to this, he can come out as quite the knowledgeable young fellow at times.

Background:

• It's a long one...

  The son of a middle-class merchant, Gabriel had a very normal life up until the kidnapping. In school, his above-the-average intellect translated into high grades and when the magical exam came, he was found to have a high affinity for lightning magic. He had friends that he played with every day after school, a home to come back to and a warm plate of food along with the warm smiles of his father and mother. He generally lead a very carefree life.
  
  Around the time of his twelfth birthday, a rumour had gotten out that mysterious kidnappings had started happening in his town. Young, promising boys and girls mysteriously went missing. It was only one or two at first, but as time passed, more and more kids went missing and as such, the authorities became involved. That, however, did not stop the criminals.
  
  One day as he was walking to the grocery store to buy vegetables for his mother, four or five cloaked figures suddenly came out of nowhere, surrounded him and blocked him from going anywhere. He of course panicked, but the figures quickly restrained him, covering his mouth so he wouldn't be able to cry for help. One of the figures traced a symbol in the air, placing a spell on him. He looked at the magician but because of the spell, his eyes grew heavy and his sight blurry. Soon enough, he slipped into unconsciousness and was swiftly taken away by the cloaked figures.
  
  Fast forward a day, Gabriel woke up inside a dark cell. He was stripped of all his previous clothes and was now only wearing a loose white piece of fabric. Like every other normal person that found themselves in this situation, he panicked. For hours he shouted his lungs out whilst throwing anything that was throwable towards the cell's iron bars. After what seemed an eternity to him and after he was reduced to a corner of the cell, quietly weeping, a tall, cloaked man came out of nowhere. He practically dragged him out of the cell.
  
  Gabriel tried to resist the man, he thrashed and punched, he bit at his arm and kicked his legs, but to avail. In the end, he quietly followed the man all the way into a brightly lit room. After entering the room, Gabriel was not given even the time for his eyes to get accustomed to the sudden change in lighting. He was viciously picked up, placed and strapped fast onto a cold, iron table. Gabriel looked around through his squinted eyes, only to see a myriad of tools and equipment that he had no knowledge of.
  
  After waiting for a couple of minutes, the man came back and that time, he had brought another man with him. This was a hunched, elderly man who wore a white fur coat and leather gloves. He looked at Gabriel with a pitiful look on his face and then shuffled through his equipment. A few seconds passed and he turned around, a milky white looking stone on his left hand. He placed it over Gabriel's bare chest and waited. Slowly, the stone started changing colours; from milky white to deep purple. In the centre of the stone, sparks could be seen flickering. The elderly man turned to the cloaked man and nodded.
  
  After that, the cloaked man took him back to his cell. He was left there, just that. No explanation, nothing. That night, a guard came over and gave Gabriel a huge platter of food. Everything he could think of, it was there. Obviously, the small boy ate everything, since he was starving. Deep down in his heart, however, he knew that something was wrong.
  
  The following day, the cloaked man returned and led him once more to the brightly lit room. He was once more placed on the iron table, arms and legs strapped in place. The elderly man entered the room with a cold look on his face and a sharp tool in his hands. What followed could not be described. Gabriel was given a special kind of potion that increased his vitality but that only served to further his agony. Through blood-curdling screams and rivers of tears, he eventually fainted.
  
  Three days later, he woke up in a cell, muddleheaded and with every spot on his body being sore. He felt an itch on his chest and so he raised his ragged clothing only to find out that a purple, oval stone the size of his fist was embedded into his chest area, right over where his heart was. Veins spread and coiled in the periphery of the stone before fading into his body. Gabriel was obviously stunned by this discovery.
  
  What stunned him even more, though, was the fact that he could feel a weird presence inside of him. It was like a snake that coiled around his very bones, travelling all over his body before returning back and entering the stone. With time, Gabriel came to understand that what he felt was actually magic, and more specifically, lightning magic.
  
  Time passed and Gabriel had nothing to do. The cloaked man did not return after that day and only the guards that kept watch on him remained. Occasionally the guards put shackles on him and led him to another room where a different elderly man experimented on him, but other than that, Gabriel spent most of his time inside his cell. This kept up for two years straight, until one fateful day.
  
  It was the time for the guards to change. It was the regular routine for the most part, but for that one time. Gabriel had gotten to know all of the people guarding his cell during the two years he was locked up and so when a new face appeared and took his place next to his cell, Gabriel's eyes lit up. You have to understand that he had never given up on escaping and as such, he viewed this as his one and only chance.
  
  So one night when the new guard brought him his dinner, Gabriel mustered up all the courage he had and grabbed the guards unprotected hand. Previously, all the other guards protected their hands with thick leather gloves because they had previous knowledge of his powers and thus, Gabriel couldn't do anything to them. This new one, though, did not!
  
  The purple lightning snake flowed from Gabriel's hand to the guard, quickly travelling all over his body. The guard couldn't protect himself from the sudden magical attack and was thus paralysed, giving Gabriel the chance to escape.
  
  Whenever the guards would take him away for experiments, Gabriel made sure to map all the routes they took and thus had made a rough map of the dungeon in his mind. He bolted out of his cell and ran through corridors and halls with all his might whilst taking care to not get detected by other guards.
  
  Eventually, after some time, he found himself in front of a large door. He pushed it open and ran outside. It was nighttime and as he looked around, he realised that he was not in his hometown. He heard behind him commotion and noise, it was the guards.
  
  He ran as fast as he could towards a direction and eventually found himself in a harbour of sorts. There were countless ships docked there. He looked behind and saw flickers of light coming towards his direction so he breathed in and made his decision. He ran and dived into the sea and swam towards the biggest ship he could see, climbing all the way up its anchor and onto the deck.
  
  Tired as he was, he found an empty barrel to hide inside before falling asleep right then and there. The sudden rocking of the ship woke him up some time after. He rubbed his eyes and perked his ears. Voices could be heard from outside the barrel. The ship rocked violently and he heard more screams. "TAKE COVER!" he heard a man's voice before a huge wave crashed onto the ship, capsizing it.

Salvaged Item: The white clothing he wears.

Abilities

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Skills: Aside from his above-the-average intellect and his knowledge over a variety of subjects, from history to strategy to even cooking recipes, Gabriel has an an unusually high affinity with lightning magic. After his parents discovered this fact, they bought all the books they could find on magic, especially this particular branch of magic, and had him study them all. Thus, he has a pretty firm grasp on the basics of magic and its uses, but nothing too advanced.

Aside from his innate ability, he also has the purple oval stone that's embedded in his chest. Gabriel has known for a while now that the stone has most likely something to do with lightning magic. If it didn't then he would not have been able to stun that guard and then escape. Unfortunately, his knowledge of the subject of magic stones and crystallized mana is pretty shallow, as the books he read did not delve into that as much as other things.

Weaknesses: He's a weak and malnourished 14-year-old boy that just barely survived a shipwreck. His physical abilities could be described as trash level, to the point that any random feral animal that saw him as a tasty piece of meat could very efficiently rip him to pieces.

Apart from that, he has no other weaknesses really. He's not afraid of insects or anything of that sort and his mental fortitude can be described as a tall, solid wall of steel. Two years of continuous torture and experiments can do that to you.

Combat Style: None, as of now.

Other: Although he might come out as cold and anti-social, deep down he wants someone to speak to that will hear him out and console him. Whoever's the first person to show any amount of kindness towards him and earns his trust, he will cling to for life.

I just read somewhere in the OOC that the voyage took a month or so. Obviously, my man did not go into a coma or smthing for a whole month and woke up right when the ship capsized, only to go into a coma once again until he washes up on the shore xD. Let's just say he was a sneaky little fella and managed to get by without getting caught...pls....