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Character: Gabriel Samedi, [personal profile] chasingpeace
Canon: OC
Version: n/a
Canon Point: 28 June 2002
Age: 53
Gender: male

History: Gabriel was born in Somerset, England in 1950, grew up with his parents. His mother a music teacher and his father owned a shoe shop. His father died of cancer when he was 14 leaving him, his mother and his younger brother Ezekiel alone. His mother took over the shop, and the brothers worked there until they were old enough to move out. Gabriel ended up going to college to study photography and journalism and Zeke disappeared, ending up in Australia.

Gabriel met his wife-to-be, Ophelia Larke, while in college, and they were married after graduation. They moved to New York where Gabriel found a job at a newspaper as a photojournalist, and Ophelia taught English at the Middle School there. When Gabriel was 24, his mutant abilities manifested for the first time. He had been dreaming of walking across his bedroom, and when he awoke he was standing at the foot of his bed, watching himself sleep.

At this time, mutants were just starting to crop up. They were mostly met with fear; the public didn't understand them, and the unfortunate kid who accidentally set his house on fire, killing his entire family because he happened to be able to turn himself into a living torch, was not helping matters. The government stepped in quickly, requiring hospitals, clinics and physicians to perform mandatory blood tests on all patients to check for the mutant gene. Those that were identified as positive were sent to designated specialized 'clinics' for further testing and review. Many of these people were never seen again, the official word being that they either committed suicide, attacked staff or innocents and had to be fatally 'subdued', or died from some sort of complication due to their horrible mutations. People didn't question these practices--it made them feel safe to keep the unpredictable mutants off the streets.

Gabriel was very lucky--he learned early and he stayed away from any medical establishments for several years, fearing being taken. He had built what was to be the beginning of a very promising career, gaining noteriety for his photographs in several major newspapers and magazines across the country. But hiding wasn't sitting well with him. His opportunity came when he heard of an organization that helped mutants to stay safe, get medical attention without fear of being reported, and for those that didn't have a prayer of hiding what they were finding a safe location to live. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start. Gabriel jumped at the chance, and Ophelia also got involved. They both volunteered for the soon-to-be-named Mutant Underground, taking their name from the Underground Railroad that helped the slaves in the South a century prior.

When he was thirty one he and Ophelia had their only child, a baby girl named Sidhe. Ophelia cut back her involvement in the Underground to take care of the newborn, and Gabriel threw himself further into his work. During the day he officially documented the news and issues around the city. During the night and on weekends he used his camera to document atrocities against mutants by police, civilians, and government officials. They were published in various underground newspapers and pamphlets that circulated amongst mutants and supportive non-mutants alike. The name attached to his work was 'Greyhand', the name he would eventually take when working for the Underground. He would gain more so called fame under this name than his own.

Raids on safe houses and clinics were common; volunteers learned to defend themselves, and they made sure to provide reliable escape routes and instructions to all that came through. Mortality and captures were still unfortunately high. Yet the public started to ease when it came to the mutant population as more and more information surfaced. That was until Robert Knight emerged.

Knight's ideals were simple. Humans feared and despised mutants. Mutants were the next step in the evolutionary chain. Therefore, they needed to seize control from those who tried to harm them, to eradicate them. They deserved their place as superior beings. Disgruntled young mutants flocked to him, promising their allegiance. In return he promised them the retribution they so longed for and protection from those who wanted to harm them.

The public image of mutants swung in the opposite direction; once again they were hunted and feared. The Underground worked diligently, receiving aid and support from many anonymous contributors, and the volunteers dedicated to their cause. Even so, many longtime Undergrounders became disallusioned with their work and either dropped out, joined Knight, or created their own splinter groups. These groups ranged from peace protesters to militant defenders of Knights's ideals.

For years they worked under the radar. There were raids here and there, capturing both Undergrounders and mutants from other groups alike. Anti-mutant groups sprung up, some so radical it hearkened back to the time of the Ku Klux Klan in 1920's America. While the majority of the public were still kept fearful of mutants by the government, they were holding their own. Politicians were hinting that perhaps acceptance of peaceful mutants could be a positive step. Unfortunately these candidates were never elected to public office, but the word was out. There were people who were willing to stand up for peace between both humans and mutants.

In 2002, before the true peace movement could get off the ground, the goverment conducted an all out raid of establishments and safehouses all over the country, seizing assets and placing 'enemies of the state' under arrest to be detained indefinitely. Gabriel and many, many others were taken into custody. His identity was discovered as both the well-known photographer and Greyhand the mutant rights supporter, and he was tested for the mutant gene. When he was found positive, both his wife and his daughter were brought in as well. Gabriel was charged with conspiracy and a danger to federal security, along with several manufactured counts of murder--several people (mostly Undergrounders) were killed in the raid in the safehouse he'd been staying in at the time.

They were held and questioned at length for several days about the Underground and their connections. It was obvious for, as long as the organization had existed, the feds knew very little about their structure and their work. All refused to say anything. Gabriel knew nothing of what happened to any of the others. They were separated not long after they were captured, and he was put into isolation.

The cell was eight by eight, and made visits only to take blood samples and to leave meals. He wore a nullification collar locked around his neck, rendering his abilities useless. As time wore on, numerous tests were performed in the name of science; they wanted to know what made different mutants what they were, and to this day he bears the scars to prove it.

To 'inspire' his cooperation, Ophelia was tortured as he was forced to watch; he knew she wouldn't want him to speak, and even though he sorely wanted to end her pain, he didn't believe they would let her live even if he did tell them what they wanted to know. It broke his heart to watch them, to watch her, but in the end she died and he hadn't said a word. They didn't take nearly as long with Sidhe, although her death was as painful. It came the closest to breaking him, letting them have it all. It hadn't been her fault, nor her choice, to be a part of the mess she was now in the midst of. Again, they learned nothing and she died at their hands.

He spent as much time as he could planning his escape. Over time he made contact with one guard who had grown sympathetic to the mutant cause mainly due to what he was seeing going on around him, and with his assistance Gabriel was able to make contact with many others held there. Over months of short, incryped messages to each other, they planned their escape. Three days before putting their carefully constructed plan into action, he was taken from his world and found himself in The House.

Personality: Gabriel is, at his centre, a good and decent man. He's very sensitive, both mentally and physically, and wrapped tightly within himself, a product of his upbringing. He is at once a very emotional, caring man and someone who keeps people at arm's length. He seems to most an unassuming, quiet person who would fall over if pushed. What most do not realize is, he will push back harder. His mental resolve goes far beyond what his physical body can endure. He is a passionate, driven person in both his professional and through his volunteering for the Mutant Underground.

Because of his busy life and tightly-wrapped, English atmosphere, he had few friends. He still has trouble making them today, but he fights against it and tries very hard to reach out whenever possible. His work in photography has helped bridge this gap professionally, but on a personal level he's still shy and slow to warm up to. He is also prone to bouts of depression, partially do to this and also because it runs in his family. This is something he tries desperately to keep hidden from those around him, but he does not always succeed. Even so, he loves people, being around them and soaking up conversation, body language, and all the odd quirks that make people different and fascinating.

He loves art, writing and music, and how it reflects culture and the personalities of the people creating it. They are powerful mediums, and he uses them in his own work as a photographer and writer. Images can go far beyond the written word to another, universal language. He picked up a great deal of this love of the creative arts from his mother, who played piano like an angel. He feels it's a true shame she never made it something of a career, for she loved it so. He knew from an early age he wouldn't fall into the same routine life. He'd chase his passions, and he's done that all his life, even as an activist.

This passion leads him to get buried in his work, which can be a detriment as much as a positive. He'll neglect eating, interaction with others, and other tasks as he'll be so focused in his work. He can be brusque, and at times rude, but not realize it until later.

He's a very stubborn man, a trait likely inherited from his father, who would cut off his own nose to spite his face. It's tempered by his mother's patience, so he (usually) won't stand firm on a point that is obviously wrong, but he can be very hard to move once he's made up his mind.

Claustrophobia: From early childhood, he's never been able to handle small, enclosed spaces. There is a very deep fear of being trapped inside, unable to escape. He tries to avoid elevators for this very reason, and stairs are his very best friend. At one time, he and his wife owned a house with an attic, and only set foot in it once. Between the cramped quarters and the dusty darkness, he couldn't deal with it. They cause panic attacks, the severity depending on the size and the length of time he's there.
Immobility is another issue, linked directly to claustrophobia. He's terrified of being unable to move, whether it be by physical or chemical restraint. He'll only be sedated if he's in critical need of medical attention, demanding a local anasthetic instead.
Telepaths are his worst fear. It's ability they have to reach in and invade your deepest, most private thoughts, memories, and feelings. He's had it happen twice in the past, and would do almost anything to prevent it happening again. Almost. It also ties in with the other fears, the inability to escape down to the core level, unable to hide in his own mind.

He's very stubborn, unwilling to back down in many situations, though with age it's gotten a wee bit better. His conviction and strength of will is as much a hinderance as a boon. It's helped him keep his goals centered, keep his work with the Underground solid, and his mind on escape when he was imprisoned. It's also gotten him into more arguments than not, and it brings out a more hot-headed side of him. He doesn't like to be pushed. If someone demands something of him, he may very well push back. Given time, he will most likely see the wisdom in backing down, or at least come to a compromise.
Ever heard of 'curiosity killed the cat'? Another trait what has been a positive as much as a negative, it's kept him constantly in a creative frame of mind when it comes to his photography and finding solutions to problems within his work and his life. He's also insanely interested in the unknown. If there is a door with a sign 'do not open', he'll be very tempted. This too has been tempered with time, but not quite enough for it not to be a problem.

Mundane Strengths/Abilities: Very perceptive, has a high endurance for pain, multilingual (French,
Spanish, Portugese, Russian, and Dutch), and makes a bloody good cup of tea.

Sensitivity/Magical Ability: Gabriel is a mid level telekinetic. He has very, very fine control and can do small, complicated tasks such as unlocking various mechanisms. . He can feel, bluntly, through his invisible energy 'fingers' or 'tendrils', but cannot sense any other tactile sensations as human nerve endings would. His energies can be sensed/affected by other mental energies if he is currently using them. He can only use his telekinetic abilities while he is projecting (see below).

Gabriel is able to create a separate physical representation of himself from pure telekinetic energy. To take it a step further, he is able to mentally inhabit this body, as it is connected to his own mind through the telekinesis. He can make this 'self' invisible or incorporeal (able to move through solid objects), but this takes a great deal of concentration and energy. He cannot make the form shape-change. Projecting also leaves his physical body, which is in the equivalent of a coma while he's out, vulnerable.

There are drawbacks to using his abilities. They are very energy consuming; his metabolism is higher than a baseline human's, as he burns more energy. He tends to the thin side due to this, and still eats more than most. It's best if he's well-rested and healthy to properly use these powers to their full potential. When he gets tired, his energy levels drop and his powers weaken or fail him entirely. Theoretically, with an endless supply of energy (or at least a long-term supply) he would be able to use his powers indefinitely.

He could very well be a much more powerful mutant, but his physical limitations keep them thoroughly limited. He is not able to project for an extended length of time. The more time passes out-of-body, the more difficult it is to return. If not controlled, it can (and has, in the past) cause damage to the vascular and neurological systems.

Supply List: He'll be wearing a set of white scrubs, a slim metal collar with a wee blue LED light at the throat, and a pair of handcuffs with his hands bound behind him. Nothing else. The collar is a power nullifer, and very difficult to remove. If you've seen/read it, think of the collars from Battle Royale, complete with dire consequences for tampering with it.

Sample RP post: They'd come for him at dawn. Sounded good, didn't it? Truth be told, Gabriel had no idea what time it was, and never did. He'd been in cold, sterile rooms for what felt like years, and he could feel himself going slowly mad. People needed some time differentiation, at least in his opinion, else it just seemed like one long, never-ending day. Or night, depending. Even during sleep the lights blazed. He'd grown to sleeping with his blanket over his head.

It was the usual thing. Stand at the far end of the room, facing the wall, with hands spread and firmly pressed against it. They'd cuff him, then turn him 'round and march him down the hall to the all-too-familiar room with what Dr. Marco had named the Chair of Truth. It was more like a convertible dentist's chair and surgical table, and the only good thing about time spent in the room was there were times they'd dim the lights. He'd focus on that, and for a while things would be bearable.

And so it went, two silent men in black uniforms and no identification, almost identical in physical appearance, came to collect him. Single file with him in the middle like a mutant sandwich, they left through the door of his wee room into somewhere completely different. A stately foyer to what looked like a big, old house.

The men were gone and he was left alone. There was the sound of a latch closing behind him, and when he turned, he found not the heavy steel door to the white room but a sturdy oak entry door. He leaned against it, but it didn't budge, of course. It felt real at the very least, as did the cool floor against his bare feet. He closed his eyes and listened, straining to hear anything at all, but nothing stood out. If only he hadn't had the collar on, he could have tested the door lock, or removed the handcuffs. Those had to come off first. He was already feeling the panic like bile rising in his throat.

Gabriel stuffed his fear the best he could, and started toward the direction of the parlour, looking for something to help him escape his bindings, not knowing what he'd find. Hoping for the best wasn't on the menu yet.


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