GABRIEL LACROIX

GABRIEL LACROIX

OOC

Member name: Slade

How you found us: An add at some adv site I don't remember

Other characters: None

Activity level: High

Code word: Verified by Bee.

Basics

Full name: Gabriel Lacroix

Gender: Male

Age: Nineteen

Divine Parent: Ares

Powers: 

• Enhanced Prowess in battle; Durability; He can withstand pain, wear and tear better than any normal person. It takes more to hurt him and he is able to take a beating that normally could kill a simple human. Strength; Gabriel has supernatural strength and force that is superior to that of even the most well trained soldier. Dexterity; His agility, balance and coordination makes it difficult to knock him off his feet and enabled him to react to something almost the moment it happens. 

• Weapon proficiency; Gabriel has a natural knack for both long distance and melee weapons and is able to wield a weapon with expertise the moment he picks it up.

Personality

General personality:
Gabriel is the kind of person who can fill a room with his presence, even when he’s silent. There is something about the way he carries himself with confidence; the tilt of his chin, the stance of his shoulders and the keen gaze that never lingers longer upon anything for more of a fleeting moment. Passionate of nature, he doesn’t tend to be in any grey scale when it comes to his feelings on many things; he loves or he hates - and fiercely so.

Although he can be as calm as a pristine body of water on the surface, his temper and frustration can just as easily have him moving like an aircraft through turbulence. There’s no hiding how he feels about you. Should you be on the receiving end of his dismay, you’ll know. He does not possess any filters and he will offer no diagrams –Gabriel is almost as uncomplicated as they come, but that scarcely accounts for much. Given the fact that the well-being and emotional stability of other people are not a priority on his list - to be fair, they simply do not rank high enough - he feels no qualms with saying what he will, even if that means being dismissive or offensive. The son of Ares is temperamental, extremely volatile, a breaker of promises and yet sinfully charming.

He detests the feeling of vulnerability; being vulnerable means being open to attacks on his very being, both emotionally and physically. It's not the physical attack that he fears; it's the emotional strain that he can't seem to take. All too often he cannot identify with what he's feeling which causes him to translate, again, into anger; the only emotion that he can readily identify and relate with. It's safer and much easier to ensure that few ever get this control or power over him by removing himself from it entirely.

Likes:

• Cold weather
• Hot showers
• Alcohol
  
• Fist fighting
• Sword play

Dislikes:

• Yappy dogs
• Being ignored
• Having to wait
• Overly emotional people
  
• Clingy and desperate girls
  

Goals: Keeping his ass alive long enough to travel the world.
Fears: Confined spaces. Gabriel does not do well with physical limitations of any kind.

History

Claimed?: Yes

Camp experience: 2 years

Mortal parent: Adelaide Lacroix

Other relatives: Charles Lacroix - Grandfather

History:
Gabriel Lacroix was what you would call an accident child. The infant that lay cradled in his mother’s arms was a product of his mother’s many one-night stands. Uncertain of whom the father was, she raised the young boy along with his grandfather. He became the man Gabriel consider his father although Charles resented it because he was all too aware of the fact that the boy was a bastard child. By the time Gabriel turned thirteen was he prone to get into trouble, always mouthing back at teachers and getting into fight over petty reasons. Soon enough did the other kids pick up on the fact that Gabriel possessed an overwhelming strength and ruthlessness and started to stay clear of the teenager as soon as his temper started to flare. Meanwhile, Charles had become nearly abusive to Gabriel and the only reason that he had yet tried to beat the crap out of his grandfather was due to his mother’s frail mentality. Instead he put up with Charles and his condescending ways. “You’ll never go anywhere with your shitty attitude, Gabe”, he’d always say. Too often did snide remarks fall from the teen’s tongue; “At least I’m not the one who got laughed off the field in high school”, he’d reply and then he would receive a few good slaps and that would be that.

As he grew older it became harder to keep his temper in check around his grandfather and so instead he found new outlets for the frustration by picking more fights outside of his home. It was hardly a way of living for a fifteen year old and yet one day he somehow ended up in the company of a seedy character in an alley. Whispers about an underground fight ring in a warehouse surrounded the man and even though Gabriel was warned that it wasn’t for the lighthearted, he decided to give it a shot. It wasn’t until he went for the first time when he realized just what he meant by that. However it was a challenge and he was not one to back down from one. He became the one to always throw the first punch even though he was told that it was not the actions of a wise man; a wise man was one who would wait and calculate his opponent. Still he argued the fact because it would only allow the man in the opposite corner of the ring the same opportunity. Surprise was Gabriel’s weapon and along with incredible strength and stamina did he use it to his advantage.

Twelve months later and Gabriel could not readily justify the life he was living, nor could he just walk away from it. The lure of the ring had an appeal that couldn’t be easily shaken. There was the lingering stench of fear and blood, mixed with an overpowering aroma of adrenaline. It was a theatrical element to it, encouraged by a crowd just as driven to see pain as much as most of the competitors were. Threats to harm his mother should he refuse had once been spoken of but never was necessary to put in action. Gabriel had become the embodiment that was manipulated for entertainment without any resistance on his part. Life had become an endless cycle of fist fights, bickering with his grandfather and sleepless nights with alcohol and girls. Sure he would always notice pretty females when they cheered him on and he quickly became used to getting what he wanted. Yet he never stuck with any particular girl for long because he got bored fast and readily moved on. Days went by in a blur until one night he caught Charles beating on his mother which caused him to finally snap. A serious ass beating later; his mother had her father rushed to the hospital before kicking Gabriel out of their home.

For the next few months he bounced from one place to another while fighting in the ring. The bookkeeper made good money out of him and gave him enough of a share to be able to survive the harsh conditions of the street. It carried on until he was one day brought to Camp Halfblood by the satyr where he has stayed put ever since. It didn’t take long after his arrival before it was announced that he was a son of Ares and so he was placed in the appropriate cabin. Adjustment has been tough and still to this day there’s occasions where Gabriel finds it hard to accept the company of others in the same situation as he’s in. It is something that tends to lead him into trouble but at the same time nothing that he will shy away from with the way that he enjoys to get a rise out of others. Some habits are hard to break and no doubt is his actions during one of his explosive moments one of many habits that has been embedded into him from his childhood.