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- Full name: . . .Gabriel Ventura. ..
Nicknames: . . . Gabe . .. [ neutral ], Melon . .. [ DISLIKED ]
Age: . . . Twenty, February 10th
Sexuality: . . . Bisexual
Hometown: . . . New Mexico
Mentor: . . . N/A
Dialogue colour: . . . #5b7144
Playlist: . . . TBDl
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- Appearance
- Eye colour: . . . Brown . . . . . . . . . Hair colour: . . . Brown
Height: . . . 6'2 . . . . . . . . . . . . Weight: . . . 155lbs
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- Personality
He tries to live unobtrusively, never getting in anyones way, never talking without reason. Gabriel accepts invitations to outings when asked, helps save the day with other superheroes, cooks for those who wish to taste his food, but in each interaction a strange weariness plagues his every move. He can’t help but think he’s a nuisance — that every action he takes is one that people merely tolerate.
Although he’s unafraid to talk about it, wishes desperately so that people wouldn’t respect his comfort zone and push him till he cries, he will not actively seek people out for comfort or help. It’s not pride or pity that defines his actions, its uncertainty.
Despite his lack of self-confidence Gabriel can put aside his own needs for the sake of others if the need ever arises. He’s still adverse to using his powers frequently, but he’s made it a point to force himself to be more casual with his ability. Some days it pains him to do so, where every fiber of his body is protesting such a blatant act of power, but on other days it seems almost natural — like his power isn’t a separate entity but a part of his own being.
He’s grateful for those days, just as he is grateful for the people he’s met while in the New Guardians.
They’ve been with him for longer than he thought they would, and for that he has no words. He’s astounded anyone would ever want to be in his presence for more than five minutes, but he has to remember that the people he’s with aren’t normal as well. They’re superheroes in the making, and Gabriel is just a little bit in awe of that fact — completely forgetting he’s part of that equation as well.
He looks up to the others with a reverence he used to reserve only for God. But now, he has no need for a deity he cannot see when there are people larger than life in front of him. He reminds himself it’s irresponsible to look at someone without thinking of the person first, and he was quite guilty of doing so in his earlier months, but he would like to think he knows some of the people better than before and is instead showing a great amount of admiration. If he sometimes forgets they’re people too, well it hasn’t hurt anyone yet.
He can also be pretty funny when he wants to be, but usually his jokes consist of out-of-date puns that are too terrible to be repeated.
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Listening: . . .More than lending an ear to a friend, he’s developed a knack for eavesdropping. It developed as a mechanism where he would listen to his foster parents conversation to ascertain when they would inevitably let him go. He thought it was better to be prepared than to be shocked in the moment.
Blending in: . . .He’s contradictory in the way he wishes to be seen, and yet excels in disappearing within a moments notice. Gabriel chalks it up to years of appearing unassuming that he naturally fades into the background at times.
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Unworldly: . . . Gabriel was not born with some of the privileges others may have known as second nature. He does not know the intricacies of social procedure, cannot navigate the world through words, nor can he comprehend advanced technology without being overly cautious or skeptical.
Hand to Hand Combat: . . . He has the basic training everyone is required to know, but other than that he wold not fare well against a seasoned fighter. Usually, he can fly himself away from a problem so it hasn't been too detrimental of a weakness yet.
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Spiders, It’s not mere dislike, but rather something that affects him wholly. He cannot breath, cannot move, cannot function correctly if he spots a spider within his domain.
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- History
It was true for the most part. He was never able to keep with a foster family for more than a year at a time — even as a baby. Gabriel had been cursed in a way, not by magic (maybe then he could hold hope for a cure to his misfortune), but by science. He was born with a genetic makeup that allowed him to manipulate matter with his mind, and the people who sought to care for him couldn’t understand it (didn’t or wouldn’t).
As he had no way to control his powers as a child, he was doomed to be relocated no matter how hard he tried to be better.
So it was, he spent his adolescence trying to suppress his instinctual power. Alone he could admit he tired to hone his skill, always justifying himself that it was so he wouldn’t ever lose control— never for pleasure, and each time he would remember that it was because of this power that no one ever wanted to keep him. To deny and be accepted or to protect and be lonely. He was torn.
Age eighteen saw him in the city of Chicago with little to no money in his wallet, and a desperation to be hidden among many. He knew he had an affinity for food since he was a child, and rather than aspiring to become a chef he ended up as a waiter. His plan had been to slowly rise up the ranks, but a person can only hope for so long.
Gabriel saw a turning point in his life for the second time within the first month living in Chicago. He had been at the bank to deposit a check when two bank robbers had decided to turn his world upside down. They had come in as civilians, but upon slipping a note to the bank teller all hell broke loose.
It happened in a sequence of events Gabriel remembers quite distinctively. First there was the silent alarm, and the man who had pressed it. The teller hadn’t been inconspicuous and the robber, obviously new and obviously nervous, had reacted accordingly. Second, another robber joined the first and carried with him a gun. The world seemed to freeze, but time did not. Third, when the first scream broke the silence chaos ensued. Gabriel didn’t think the second man had meant to start shooting, but it happened regardless, and he knew that he probably had the power to stop it.
Thankfully Gabriel had been placed where he could see both men, and when the first few shot let out he was there to stop it. As the bullets dropped to the ground, so did his heart. He wasn’t sure if anyone had seen it, or if they had — did they care, but the feeling of using his power in public had caused a wave of fear to overtake him. Regardless of that however it stunned the two robbers to be disarmed and tackled down. He left hurriedly after that, hoping no one would take notice of absence or presence. Unbeknownst to him, someone was watching.
The trend that misfortune seemed to follow him continued.
Over the year occurrences he found himself in situations more dangerous than he had originally expected, and each time he silently helped from the background. From stopping a piece of building falling off and landing on someone to keeping a door shut from a persistent stalker, he had done it all. It was silent, but he felt good knowing that his powers perhaps weren’t all that useless.
Nineteen, and finally the woman who had been keeping tabs on him since his initial run in with danger introduced herself. She offered him a place in a recently developed program called, The New Guardians, and although hesitant at first he had accepted.
For eleven months he was no longer a waiter in Chicago, but rather a waiter in New York who had the side hobby of training to become a super hero. It was an upgrade he thought. One month ago however saw him quitting his job and returning to education as a first year college student to Ascot Academy.
Face claim: . . . renan pacheco
Sheet by: . . . bombinate
Coding inspo: . . . achelois