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Post by raganiazumi on Jan 31, 2016 22:01:40 GMT -5
- He is a company mogul nowadays but started out with a small shop in London.
- He actually is able to cut Jewels and is very good at it, same with assembling Jewelry and goldsmithing, even though he rarely does it today. He only does it on special occasions, such as: special works for Friends.
-He still designs new pieces on paper.
-Gabriel is obsessed with tea (the beverage not the Sona) and owns over a hundred different sorts.
-He misses eating human food.
-Which he can not digest anymore.
-He owns a smartphone, but he still is not at all comfortable with it.
-Knows Netflix, but is very picky about movie choices.
-As well as Literature, very picky the boy.
-Gabriel hates modern interpretations of Vampires.
-He still goes to meetings for his company, the companies he is a patron of, and for companies he has owns papers of (if they are important).
-He hates the way of how modern sells works, prefers the personal close way it was when he started out his business.
-Owns parts in a tea company mainly together with his Jewelry shops.
-Hates the paperwork that comes attached to all of this.
-Opened a shop in the Town close to the Mansion to sell Jewelry and other things because he missed selling things himself.
-Likes to be kept busy by so many different things since it keeps him from growing bored and tired of this world.
-In between jumping around between meetings and paperwork, or his shop, he usually rests or drinks tea with his friends.
-Sells some things behind his counter if you ask for them.
-His vampirism is caused by a virus, counting him into a subspecies of what humans label as Vampires.
- He had a Fiancée when he still was human and had taken over his fathers carpenter job before he got addicted to Opium and lost everything.
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Post by raganiazumi on Jan 31, 2016 22:02:04 GMT -5
I thought about it a lot, to how Gabriel came to be what he is and in the future I will write more on snippets of his life until he is in the cult. Starting with the beginning of course.
We start our story in a dirty alleyway in London, counting the year 1856. Not that this alleyway was particular soiled with London being overall what most of it's inhabitants call, a dump. But only this one filthy alleyway would interest us, due to a fact that a man laid dead just behind a house in a sitting position, with a fresh scar on his neck, that still was somewhat pink, unlike the rest of the far too pale body. Surely this was not the only deceased person you may come across in a London alleyway, and surely not the only one found today, but one thing distinguished Gabriel Rowe from all the others who may have kicked the bucket over night.
To begin with, the terminus dead was not one hundred percent fitting for the man, some would rather prefer undead, others explained it more as beyond-alive, and some very strange beings even referred to it as being a „not-goner“.
Not that the man in question knew of that yet, and since he did was the usual corpse do too, lying around without a pulse and being as cold as the filthy pavement under him, it was very hard to make out his true state.
Since he was wearing common worker clothes and he was close to the docks too, nobody would question why he died. It happened often enough that one of the common folks was robbed and killed when they stumbled out of countless shady bars, that seemed to have spread through the whole city like some kind of poisonous decease. It was not really a big surprise, that those very shady bars also attracted very shady people and so it was just a matter of time that another bloke got killed over what was left in his pockets after drinking the whole night, which was usually not that much.
The tricky thing about being newly not-dead was, that it took some time for you yourself to notice and according to some stories that may or not may not have been true, some even failed to notice for quite a time, like an nobleman in France who just forgot that he was a ghost and tried to attend a family dinner making two other join him due to an heart attack and an unfortunate fall out of the third floor.
Our perticular non-corpse also needed a while to adjust to his new being. He just had woken up, looking around rather confused, wondering what had been in the opium pipe he had smoked last, that would lead him to this exact spot.
Gabriel put his hand against his head, moaning slightly as he tried to stand up. His whole body felt like it had been drained from any drop of his blood, a thought which strangely came to his mind together with the blurry image of a man with feral teeth. Feeling the filth and dirt under him soaking his pants he decided it would be best to get out of here as fast as possible and more important, before he might become one with what ever was in this alleyway, and just by the smell of it, that would be described right between outrageously terrible and decaying cow, he preferred it not to happen.
Now that he was upright, the man slowly noticed some other, rather important details about himself. He felt a urgent need to get something between his teeth, and surprisingly it was meant as literally as it sounded. Even tho Gabriel knew that he had eaten not long ago. How he still knew this detail when the rest of the evening was clouded away was given through the simple fact that the soup Gabriel had gotten in one of the bars, seemed to be made out of socks soaked in lukewarm water, and the bread he had gotten to eat it with could have easily been a painted rock, such an experience was tragically not that easy to forget, even more if that was the last thing one had consumed in his life.
Pulling a face, our protagonist took his first few steps into his new life, a fact that was also still hidden from him and if you asked the man today he would have rather chosen a different start than stumbling through filth.
But one could not choose their beginning, at least not in this case, which lead him ultimately out on a street.
If there is anything that is more rare than a clean street in the docks it is a nice worker working the night shift in some kind of warehouse. Since Gabriel had not had any luck with the first one,he seemed at least to manage to find the second one.
A young man approached Gabriel just when he leaned against a wall, due to a turning head and the cold feeling that did not seem to leave his bones. „Good mornin' sir you look quite shite, are you alright? Lost ya way I presume. Aye, come I get ya over to my post and ya can rest there until the booze has left ya head.“ The thick accent got Gabriel's attention, as well as something that was rather new to the man. Usually when one was close to a worker, or was a worker themselves there was one distinguish feature that seemed to fit right into the usual stink of the city. Workers did not smell like you would like to engage into body contact with them and rather made one wish a 'good day' and be off for good before the worker might come too close.
But now this man in front of him almost smelled good, making his mouth water. Gabriel shook his head and followed the young guy slowly. That opium pipe really must have gotten into him. As he looked on his hands he nearly screamed out loudly.
There were claws there instead of fingers. Surely this never had happened before, even with absinth and tons of alcohol on the side, Opium had never done such a thing to Gabriel.
Beside those monstrous claws the hunger seemed to rise as well, buzzing in his head stronger any minute and making it hard for the man to think and walk straight. Ultimately Gabriel seemed to have lost focus in one moment and the next thing he knew was, that something warm and nice filled his mouth.
Tragically it was not a cup of tea or any other hot beverage, in fact there was no object he was holding in his hands. Gabriel Rowe had bitten into the worker's neck as if it was a filled pastry and now was busy with sucking the sweet interior out of the man, who twitched in his arms, unable to scream anymore.
The following my dear friends, are two things that usually happen to the newly-undead. The first being that it was rather hard for one to control their hunger, even more when they first smelled what they were now longing for.
One particular vampire hunter who wants to remain unnamed, described it once as if you dangle a chocolate bar in front of someone who had been starved for several days. There was no chance one would not eat the chocolate, even if it was labeled with the queen's name and any poor sod eating it would end up in the nick.
The second part was that one was now to realize, that they just killed Aunt Betty. Not that Aunt Betty did not deserve it, but that was a story for another time.
In this case however, it was neither chocolate nor Aunt Betty, but rather a poor man that just had wanted to help a seemingly drunk fella.
When the realization hit the new vampire, he let go of the body which went down with a thumping noise as it hit the hard ground. He had just killed a man and was drinking his blood, with claws and what seemed to be fangs. This must be a terrible nightmare but no matter what Gabriel did, he was not able to wake up.
Now there was one man in particular who seemed to have a nose for such situations and more importantly, who knew how to make a great entrance into such a scene. It was nearly dawn, the sun not yet up but the sky slowly colouring itself from a dark blue into a pale grey. The lamps on the streets where still on, creating perfect lighting to be seen only if wished, not that one could make out much anyway in the rising mist of the morning.
The only thing that Gabriel could hear was his own rapid breath, the strange but unsettling knowledge that he did in fact not hear his own heartbeat had already started setting in until footsteps ripped him away from his thoughts about the functionality of his inner organs. Grand and heavy they seemed to sway closer to were Gabriel stood, with the corpse still in front of him. Red eyes glowing through the mist and then a face, a large grin, skin as dark as the night.
If Gabriel would have to describe this man at that exact moment, he would tell one that the stranger seemed taller than any house in the street, over towering and overlooking everything with sharp eyes and sharp teeth. Everything about this creature was sharp and rough.
A deep rumbling voice, that made Gabriel feel as if his bones vibrated with it, cut through the silence, footsteps stopping after the pirate came into full view for the newly made vampire.
“Well lookat that, what a mess ya made boy.” he seemed rather amused than anything else. “Name is Aim, nice to meet ya.” a large hand connected to a large arm came closer and in his confusion and fright, Gabriel simply took and shook the hand, looking up and down the strange man. He had horns, glowing eyes and rather funny clothing. This must be it.
The young man swallowed hard. He had died and was now in this really strange and hellish version of London and there was Satan himself, congratulating him for his first murder. “Ya know kiddo, ya should leave the streets before the sun gets up. Far as I know, you'll end up a pretty ash pile.” The glimmer in Aim's eyes made Gabriel shiver, he looked at him as if he was calculating how much Gabriel was worth. The man swallowed and stepped from one leg to another, unsure on why the strange man with the strange name and looks had not done anything about the dead man at his feet. “What do you mean by that, sir?”
You see, Gabriel had been lucky that Aim had been around to pick him up that night, at least if you would ask said Pirate, and on this case no one would disagree because to be quite frankly the story I try to tell you would have been over far quicker without the demon, and would have ended with a broom swiping away the remains of Gabriel Rowe.
“Oh this is gonna be some fun. Ah, I explain to you on mah ship. I miss ma lady ya know and I was just about to get back to 'er.” He nonchalant stepped over the corpse and put one arm around the Londoner's shoulder while he started to walk towards a single dock, Gabriel following the man without thinking about it.
The pirate had one of these strange auras that made one feel safe despite the looks of the other. A lot like a doctor radiated when one had to go to see said doctor. Despite the strange objects and the blood on the clothing, at the end one had to trust the man if they ever wanted to walk again.
Gabriel had encountered doctors before in his life and for the moment, it seemed better than staying with the remains of the man Gabriel had murdered.
He personally wondered why he had not fell unconscious yet. For the sake of his own sanity his consciousness instead decided that this was all just a dream and he was still lying in the alleyway he woke up in.
So at the end there was a corpse found at the docks and it was a man dressed in worker clothes, but it might not have been the one you expected at the beginning of this piece. No, that man only set foot back in London 30 years later, but that is for another time to tell.
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