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makes_you_tickThe second time 'round, of course.
[nick / name]: Amy
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notcrazy_honest
[other characters currently played]: none
[e-mail]: Eliada@gmail.com
[AIM / messenger]: Townshend302
[series]: Heroes
[character]: Gabriel Gray (aka Gabriel Sylar)
[character history / background]: You can find summaries and episode-by-episode info about him here. Let me know if you need anything else.
[character abilities]: Intuitive aptitude, telekinesis, rapid cellular regeneration, sound manipulation, clairsentience (ability to know an object’s history by touching it). This is just what he’s got in canon right now, and I’d be more than happy to tone down or take out some of these entirely, if that’s preferred.
[character personality]: Sylar is manipulative, obnoxious, and emotionally about twelve years old. He craves validation, and will get it any way possible. Everything he does is a show, an act to get other people to recognize how awesome he is. It does frequently become clear during his reign of terror that he is pretty much a big nerd operating off the old comic book ideas of how villains are supposed to act. He will do anything for validation, any sort of nod of recognition. When he makes up his mind to do something, that’s it- he’ll see that it happens. He’s a very single-minded individual in this aspect.
At the point in canon I’m taking him from, he’s trying something new- he’s trying to be a good person. It’s difficult to go from being the Baddest Bad Guy that ever happened to helping people out, but he switches tracks fairly easily. This may be due in part to the fact that he’s a sociopath- his innate ability has certainly helped that along. Being able to understand how everything works, just as if it were all machinery to be fit together correctly, sort of detaches him and makes him capable of rationalizing just about anything. But it also means he doesn’t really understand what most people do about emotions or relationships- hence the ‘emotionally twelve years old’ thing.
So, in his case, he really thinks he’s trying to redeem himself, although he feels little to no remorse about what he’s done (he doesn’t have to, his new mom told him it wasn’t his fault) and he doesn’t really understand the whole concept of redemption anyway. Everything’s just supposed to be okay with all these people he terrorized now. He knows that it’s going to take some convincing with some people, but he has no idea the extent to which “you killed people I cared about” will make people mad. To him, it’s all still a game.
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Third season, episode six- while he’s playing at being a Company Man. This would be right after his fight with Peter lands him back in Level Five in an induced coma.
[journal post]: I had thought this place was a dream. It still might be, I suppose.
Hello, does anyone remember me? My name is Gabriel. I briefly ran a timepiece restoration shop near Building 12.
[third person / log sample]: The man who called himself Gabriel now regained consciousness as if it were a fight, kicking and flailing in the air. He brought his hand up immediately in a sort of half-shield- not that he was capable of using telekinesis with his mind the disorganized mess it was right now. Hell, he couldn’t even see right now, not with those spots still clearing from his eyes. “Peter, you can’t go to Pinehearst when you don’t even underst-“ He cut himself off when he realized Peter was not here with him.
Nor was he anywhere he recognized. It appeared that Gabriel was now in some sort of alley, and his mind flashed back to the alley behind Reed Street, where he injected himself with that stolen cure. With a groan, Gabriel pushed himself off the dirty ground, thinking of his current options. He’d have to chase after Peter and make sure his brother was okay.
That thought died as soon as he left the alley and found himself in a very familiar square. The fountain cinched it, and memories, hazy as they were, came flooding back. He found himself cursing the lack of eidetic memory as he tried to think back to everything that had happened after he had gotten stabbed in Kirby Plaza. He came here, he met Peter- took his ability, and then he got into several fights he couldn’t win. After that, he’d woken up on a fake beach with Michelle- Candace, whatever her name was, and she explained to him that he’d been out of it since he’d been stabbed. He had always thought he’d dreamed this whole thing, and yet, here he was.
He wouldn’t be able to reach Pinehearst from here, and Peter would be long gone. Gabriel sighed and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back into place as he walked into the town’s center. His life right now was just as much a pipe dream as his current situation, he had to admit to himself. Ever since Angela had laid a hand on his face and told him that he was her son, he knew he’d had false hope. The woman obviously knew what buttons to push on him to get the appropriate reactions- it didn’t take the skilled manipulator that he knew she was to get the words right and make him more pliable.
No, she was most definitely using him, but he didn’t really mind. In the meantime, he had reassurance from her, the acceptance and support of an entire organization, and- well, he could try to be the hero for once. Be the good guy. It was proving to be a nice change of pace. Throw in the feeling of belonging to a family and the occasional person thrown his way for the purpose of power consumption, and it seemed like he was getting a pretty good deal out of the bargain. He had chosen to believe her, for these reasons- and also because it meant he hadn’t accidentally killed his own mother. Virginia Gray had just been someone he’d been given to.
He reached the fountain with these thoughts and reached into the water to wash his face off. He’d have to catch up with this community, see what was different and if anyone remembered him. He wasn’t particularly sure he wanted them to- it might be easier to start fresh.
As he pulled back from the water, a moving image in the spray caught his eye- the watchmaker bent over a watch, tools in hand and glasses in place and a small but triumphant smile covering his features. The door behind him opened and an older Indian gentleman appeared, carrying a textbook. Both were so blissfully unaware of what was to come. Gabriel frowned and looked away from the reflection. Time to move on.
[nick / name]: Amy
[personal LJ name]:
notcrazy_honest[other characters currently played]: none
[e-mail]: Eliada@gmail.com
[AIM / messenger]: Townshend302
[series]: Heroes
[character]: Gabriel Gray (aka Gabriel Sylar)
[character history / background]: You can find summaries and episode-by-episode info about him here. Let me know if you need anything else.
[character abilities]: Intuitive aptitude, telekinesis, rapid cellular regeneration, sound manipulation, clairsentience (ability to know an object’s history by touching it). This is just what he’s got in canon right now, and I’d be more than happy to tone down or take out some of these entirely, if that’s preferred.
[character personality]: Sylar is manipulative, obnoxious, and emotionally about twelve years old. He craves validation, and will get it any way possible. Everything he does is a show, an act to get other people to recognize how awesome he is. It does frequently become clear during his reign of terror that he is pretty much a big nerd operating off the old comic book ideas of how villains are supposed to act. He will do anything for validation, any sort of nod of recognition. When he makes up his mind to do something, that’s it- he’ll see that it happens. He’s a very single-minded individual in this aspect.
At the point in canon I’m taking him from, he’s trying something new- he’s trying to be a good person. It’s difficult to go from being the Baddest Bad Guy that ever happened to helping people out, but he switches tracks fairly easily. This may be due in part to the fact that he’s a sociopath- his innate ability has certainly helped that along. Being able to understand how everything works, just as if it were all machinery to be fit together correctly, sort of detaches him and makes him capable of rationalizing just about anything. But it also means he doesn’t really understand what most people do about emotions or relationships- hence the ‘emotionally twelve years old’ thing.
So, in his case, he really thinks he’s trying to redeem himself, although he feels little to no remorse about what he’s done (he doesn’t have to, his new mom told him it wasn’t his fault) and he doesn’t really understand the whole concept of redemption anyway. Everything’s just supposed to be okay with all these people he terrorized now. He knows that it’s going to take some convincing with some people, but he has no idea the extent to which “you killed people I cared about” will make people mad. To him, it’s all still a game.
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Third season, episode six- while he’s playing at being a Company Man. This would be right after his fight with Peter lands him back in Level Five in an induced coma.
[journal post]: I had thought this place was a dream. It still might be, I suppose.
Hello, does anyone remember me? My name is Gabriel. I briefly ran a timepiece restoration shop near Building 12.
[third person / log sample]: The man who called himself Gabriel now regained consciousness as if it were a fight, kicking and flailing in the air. He brought his hand up immediately in a sort of half-shield- not that he was capable of using telekinesis with his mind the disorganized mess it was right now. Hell, he couldn’t even see right now, not with those spots still clearing from his eyes. “Peter, you can’t go to Pinehearst when you don’t even underst-“ He cut himself off when he realized Peter was not here with him.
Nor was he anywhere he recognized. It appeared that Gabriel was now in some sort of alley, and his mind flashed back to the alley behind Reed Street, where he injected himself with that stolen cure. With a groan, Gabriel pushed himself off the dirty ground, thinking of his current options. He’d have to chase after Peter and make sure his brother was okay.
That thought died as soon as he left the alley and found himself in a very familiar square. The fountain cinched it, and memories, hazy as they were, came flooding back. He found himself cursing the lack of eidetic memory as he tried to think back to everything that had happened after he had gotten stabbed in Kirby Plaza. He came here, he met Peter- took his ability, and then he got into several fights he couldn’t win. After that, he’d woken up on a fake beach with Michelle- Candace, whatever her name was, and she explained to him that he’d been out of it since he’d been stabbed. He had always thought he’d dreamed this whole thing, and yet, here he was.
He wouldn’t be able to reach Pinehearst from here, and Peter would be long gone. Gabriel sighed and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back into place as he walked into the town’s center. His life right now was just as much a pipe dream as his current situation, he had to admit to himself. Ever since Angela had laid a hand on his face and told him that he was her son, he knew he’d had false hope. The woman obviously knew what buttons to push on him to get the appropriate reactions- it didn’t take the skilled manipulator that he knew she was to get the words right and make him more pliable.
No, she was most definitely using him, but he didn’t really mind. In the meantime, he had reassurance from her, the acceptance and support of an entire organization, and- well, he could try to be the hero for once. Be the good guy. It was proving to be a nice change of pace. Throw in the feeling of belonging to a family and the occasional person thrown his way for the purpose of power consumption, and it seemed like he was getting a pretty good deal out of the bargain. He had chosen to believe her, for these reasons- and also because it meant he hadn’t accidentally killed his own mother. Virginia Gray had just been someone he’d been given to.
He reached the fountain with these thoughts and reached into the water to wash his face off. He’d have to catch up with this community, see what was different and if anyone remembered him. He wasn’t particularly sure he wanted them to- it might be easier to start fresh.
As he pulled back from the water, a moving image in the spray caught his eye- the watchmaker bent over a watch, tools in hand and glasses in place and a small but triumphant smile covering his features. The door behind him opened and an older Indian gentleman appeared, carrying a textbook. Both were so blissfully unaware of what was to come. Gabriel frowned and looked away from the reflection. Time to move on.
