EADS, gabriel (Aura Academy.)

Title: EADS, gabriel

Gabriel Eads - December 3, 2007 01:37 AM (GMT)

~~OH, LOOK AT THE DAZZLING STARS~~

Alias: Linus
Age: Older than you, Andie. XD
How Did You Find Us? Same way as before.
Other Characters: Evander Stavros

~~FALLING FROM THE SKIES~~

Full Name: Gabriel Jeriah Eads
Nicknames: Gabe and that's it
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Birthday: June 16th
Astrological Sign: Gemini
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Grade: junior
Clique: rebels
School Activities: Speech/President of debate
Power: Animation

~~SHINING OH SO BRIGHTLY~~
Personality Traits:
shy - yes, gabriel eads is a shy one. He's never been the most outspoken person that's walked the planet, and isn't starting now. However, when it comes to debate, he generally starts speaking a lot more and letting his opinions be known. He enjoys arguments.
diligent - gabriel is a hard worker, and always gets his work done. he isn't one to sit back and let others do the work.
patient - he's never one to ask someone to hurry up. he doesn't mind waiting, and can sit for quite a while before growing bored. that may be why he doesn't fall asleep in class. he doesn't bore easily.
kind - that may be something everyone can be, it stands out some. gabriel always tries to give people a chance, unlike another few students in the school. he doesn't judge extremely and ridiculously quickly. however, first impressions tend to stick with him for a long while.
respectful - he respects his elders and his superiors. simple as that. sometimes he slips up and mumbles a rather disrespectful comment, but that's sometimes.

General Personality: Gabriel Jeriah Eads. What is there to say about him? Not that much, to be honest. Gabriel is a shy, quiet person, and rarely speaks in class. This the vast majority of people would find odd, as he is the President of debate. When he speaks, he only says what he has to. Nothing more. Everything he says, he thinks it over for a few minutes before actually saying it. Why would he do this? So something stupid doesn't come out of his mouth that he has to cover up for. He doesn't like stuttering, and he tends to do that around attractive girls. Hence the reason why he thinks over what he's going to say. He doesn't like people speaking in languages other than english, as he can't speak those languages and deems it a bit unfair.

He has always enjoyed board games and video games, liking the fact they take time and patience and the least bit of skill. His favorite classes are mathematical, for much the same reasons. His other favorite class is english, and he enjoys reading and writing, so it sort of makes sense. Scary, or horror, novels are what he likes to read the most. Horror films are right up there with horror stories, though romance novels are not on his 'I'm going to read that' list. He has a tendency to sign his homework, as well, and some of his teachers haven't appreciated that so much. But it has become a habit, so it's sticking around. On the subject of habits, Mr. Eads has three more that stand out more than others. He picks up almost anything he finds on the ground, whether it be a dollar or a sock. The latter usually ends up in the garbage.

Continuing the habits, he has a rather annoying one concerning tapping and clapping. He claps lightly to himself whenever he's feeling bored, and tends to tap on whatever he has near him to entertain himself. A third habit he has is he cannot sleep past seven o'clock in the morning. He automatically wakes up at that time, and cannot fall asleep again. He has two older sisters, twins, and loves them both very much. He also loves his parents. He enjoys swimming, and as a result of that he likes water. Lakes, ponds, oceans, puddles. It's all fair game. He likes being outside, especially when it's warm. When it's cold out, he doesn't much like it. So, if one could think for a moment, he doesn't like the winter months, but does like the summer months. He is one who likes to take his time, and use the time he has productively. He is a patient person, and doesn't mind waiting for a few hours for whatever he needs. He isn't one to judge, at least not very quickly. First impressions, however, tend to stick with him. And they aren't easily lost.

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Pet Peeves:

~~FLITTING JUST LIKE FIREFLIES~~

Height & Weight: 5'10" && 131 lbs
Piercings/Tattoos: None
Picture: Click me

Appearance: Gabriel is not the best looking man on the planet. Anyone who claims to be is simply full of themselves, and needs to get out of their own apartment more than once a month. He knows he isn't the best looking thing on the planet, and he makes sure he doesn't act like it. He's not vain, cares less about his appearance than a criminal does his, and has no sense of fashion whatsoever. His friends help out when it comes to his clothes, as Gabriel can't pick out a set of matching clothes to save his life. His shirts range in color, from black to red to pink. He tries to do his own shopping, mind you. Obviously he doesn't care what color he's wearing. It's always a T-shirt and jeans. Never anything special. Why should he wear anything special, after all? Isn't a simple T-shirt good enough? Why wear a tie? Or a suit, or anything special for that matter. Plain is always better.

His hair is a light, sandy brown, and it falls down over his forehead. He keeps it around medium length, and he rarely combs it. He doesn't feel the need. Nearly ninety-nine percent of the time his air is sticking up in awkward angles, angles is not very willing to fix. His eyes are a swampy shade of green, one that only looks nice when you aren't looking at it for too long. They're usually a bit out of focus, as Gabriel tends to wander off in his thoughts and not come back for some time. His skin is a light color, rarely a dark tan but never any sort of pale. He does get out in the sun as often as possible, mind you. He stands at five foot ten inches tall, and is very happy with his height. He'd prefer not to be a giant, and most definitely does not want to be short. Where he is is fine with him, and if he grows a few more inches that would be fine too. His weight is of no concern to him, as he has always had a bit of a problem gaining weight. He weighs in at one hundred and thirty one pounds, and doesn't give a care in the world.

~~SHOWING THE WAY TO HEAVEN~~

Family Members:
* Aaron Eads - 40 - Father - Computer Technician
* Isabella Eads - 39 - Mother - Professional Violinist
* Lydia Eads - 18 - Sister - Senior at AA - Unique
* Susannah Eads - 18 - Sister - Senior at AA - Unique
* Lydia and Susannah are twins.
Pet(s): Three goldfish - Abraham, Lincoln, and Sarah
Financial Status: Moderately Wealthy

History: Gabriel Jeriah Eads was born to Aaron and Isabella Eads. Simple start to a rather simple history. He was born in a large hospital in London, England, and a few weeks later he was taken home with his family. The family already included two older siblings for Gabriel to be tortured by and loved to death by. Lydia and Susannah Eads, twin sisters who had near everything in common. There were a few differences in personality, but other than that the girls were practically clones of each other. Susannah was always the more quiet one, while Lydia a bit more outspoken. Gabriel was a mix between the two, and now to get on with the history you want so much to read. He and his sisters got along very well, though they were two years older than him. Age always seemed to make a difference to people. It didn't. They got along very well, and for the first few years of his life they had the habit of hugging him way too tightly whenever they saw him sitting around playing with his toys. That got on his nerves very much.

Skip ahead two years to the day Gabriel started walking. Yes, he was a bit slow on the walking concept, but he mastered it at the little old age of two and from there he almost immediately got whatever was up. He could spell, read, and write by the age of four, and could do all those things other people consider so hard for children to do. He was very intelligent. He is still intelligent, but we haven't reached present day, so let's not jump ahead of ourselves. At the age of two his sisters were turning four, and that was always exciting. Birthdays, that is, were always exciting. It would be rather important to note that at his sister's fourth birthday party, he found he had a special ability. He was only two, and nothing like it happened again until he was eight and a half, but he did it. Only his parents had any idea what was going on when it happened. Gabriel realized what had been going on some years later.

At his sisters fourth birthday party, Gabriel was sitting quietly with his mother on a bench in the backyard. His sisters were playing with friends, and Gabriel wanted to do something too. He had already attempted to persuade his mother to let a friend of his come over to keep him company, and it had not gone well. It was his sister's birthday, she had said, can't you play with them? No. Gabriel, at present day and in past day, was not a ladies man. He had a tough time talking with girls, though at the age of two it was something completely different. So to make everything clear, here, he did not want to play with his sisters and their friends. Not because girls made him nervous, but because he was being stubborn. So instead he walked over to the table with the food on it, and started eating. He only managed to get a few chips into his mouth before his mother started screaming at him to stop eating the food because not everyone was here yet. To deal with this problem, he left the party and went back inside, heading up to his room. His father was inside, attempting to finish up his work, and Gabriel did not notice him following behind. As Gabriel sat in his room, he picked up one of the toy soldiers his father had bought for him the previous week. He had always liked toy soldiers. The little green ones that you could snap in half even if you didn't try very hard. He picked one up, smiled at it, and screamed. Not very loud, mind you. A little kid scream. Just... nevermind.

His father had been standing in the doorway, and hurried over to his son as Gabriel dropped the toy soldier and started crying and muttering and pointing at the soldier. His father looked, and saw, to his surprise, the toy soldier was moving. Not very easily, as it was attached to a little green stand that didn't allow it to move very fast. But the toy had a gun, a little green gun, and on that gun was a very pointy stick. That stick had poked Gabriel. His father frowned, and moved to pick up the toy. At that instant he heard the backdoor opening and his wife yelling what the screaming was for. He glanced at the soldier, and figuring this wasn't a good time for this, he smashed it with his foot. When he lifted it, the toy gave a final jerk, and died. Yes. The toy died.

His father took him down to his small, makeshift office and sat him down on his lap. He had told his wife that he had just poked himself, hard. She had gotten over that pretty quickly. Gabriel listened to his father ask him what he had done, and then replied he had just picked it up. Aaron Eads then proceeded to put his son down back on the ground, and finished his work. Three years later, on Gabriel's fifth birthday, his sisters discovered their own powers, both at the same time. His sister's had turned seven, and Gabriel would not realize his own power until age eight and a half. He was immediately jealous of his sister's abilities, and wanted some for himself. At this point in time, his parents took their three children into the kitchen to explain what was going on. His mother explained to the twins what was going on, and why they could do what they could do. Gabe's father took Gabriel to the side and told him he did have an ability, he just had to wait for it to come. When he asked how his father knew that, he told him because. That was it. Because. He believed his father, and waited. And waited. For another three and a half years.

When the three and a half years had finally gone by, Gabriel was eight and a half. At this age, he was slowly starting to see the result of his patience. His own ability, one that was, in his mind, just as cool as his sisters, if not cooler. He first found what he could do, excluding the incident at age two, around Christmas time. Actually, on Christmas Day, but nevermind that. He and his sisters were opening their presents, and it was his turn. He had received a few video games, a few board games, and a few other random things that were of no importance. He was opening his last present. He tore off the paper, and it revealed the board game 'Risk'. He had visited a friend a few weeks prior, and had played the game and loved it. World domination? Who wouldn't love that? About an hour later he had convinced his father and one of his sisters to play, Susannah to be specific. He was red, his father blue, and his sister green. It was his turn. He moved a piece into the Americas, currently controlled by his father. He picked up the piece, put it into the country, and told his father he was taking the western half. Sorry. His father grinned, and before he could remove the pieces, someone else did it for him. The piece Gabriel had touched now jumped to life, and was kicking the other pieces off of the board. Susannah was very surprised, as both Gabriel and his father could tell from her shouting in surprise. His father grinned a bit wider, and clapped him on the back. He finally had his ability. Lovely.

Nothing more exciting occured in the next few years, and when Gabriel was thirteen his twin sisters received their invitation to Aura Academy. They, of course, went, just like their parents had. Both their parents had their own abilities, his father the technopath and his mother the plant manipulator. He was a little jealous of his sisters leaving him behind, but he got over it. He wasn't ready to go anyways. Two years later, at the age of fifteen, he received his own invitation. From there, it's history. Though it will still have to be explained, as you do not know the history. He got on the plane to Aura Academy, and from there got on the train that would take him up the mountain to the academy, and from there he got his dorm and was happy. Not much of a history, but hey. He's Gabriel Eads.

~~OH, AND FOR JUST YOU AND I~~

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Rabastan Lestrange was not a happy camper.

It was three in the morning. The streets were empty. No muggle vehicles were flying by, polluting the environment and sending out diseases to people in little take out bags. A few muggles walked by now and again, but none of them paid any attention to Rabastan. The street he was standing on was not brightly lit, with only a few streetlights doing the brightening. About three of the ten streetlights Rabastan could see were lit and doing their job. The other seven or so were broken, the bulb had burnt out, or someone had just smashed it up. Several tall buildings surrounded Mr. Lestrange, and only a few lights were on. He could see the figure of a young lady in one of the buildings, high up on the seventh floor or so. He watched her for a moment, until she disappeared from view and the light went out.

An excellent question on could ask would be why Rabastan Lestrange was standing on this empty street at three in the morning. The reason? There was absolutely no reason. Rabastan had come from his apartment, which was very far from the center of London. He hated the city, what with all its bright lights and muggle and pollution. He prefered living away from the hustle and bustle that was London. He liked quiet, peace, isolation. This street was one of the few that was not lit so well that it seemed like three in the afternoon. He despised that as well. If it was dark, let it be. Human beings were scared of the dark because it was unfamiliar territory. Why should they love the dark when they're surrounded by lights and glowing streetlamps? He envied vampires. No wonder they preferred the night. Not only would they not get their skin burned off of them, but they could enjoy the quiet and darkness that was three in the morning.

He was very much alone, and had left his apartment because of it. The apartment was cheap, decent size but a horrible place to stay if you wanted peace and quiet. His neighbors? All muggles. A few wizards here and there, but none worth talking with. So why did Mr. Lestrange, Death Eater and anti-muggle, live there with all the dirty blood? He could be infected or something, and we couldn't have that. He lived there because he could, and if a better reason ever popped into his head he would use that one instead. Every other apartment building he could find was either in the center of the city of filled to the brim with muggles. At least where he was staying, if he killed one of them no one would know for at least three weeks. That would only be because the body would start to smell. He had been tempted quite a few times by his horribly obnoxious neighbors, he had almost killed one of them. But that would not have been the best idea for a Death Eater. Rabastan did not want the Order to know where he lived. If they did, he'd move.

Still, the answer to the question asked previously has not been answered correctly. Yes, he had come to escape his neighbors, but there had been another reason. He had dropped something. What had he dropped, well, it was a muggle quarter. "But Lestrange hates Muggles! Why would he have muggle money?!?" The reason for his caring so much about this particular piece of muggle money was because he wanted to spend it. On a gumball. He loved gum. He didn't go into a store and buy a pack, usually because he didn't have any muggle money, and when he did it wasn't enough. He couldn't imagine spending a piece of wizard money on this particular treat. He had found a quarter earlier the previous day, and had saved it to buy a gumball from the lobby in his apartment complex. He had gone back to his apartment about five hours ago, at about ten o'clock. He had gone and taken out a coin to use for the gumball, and yet the coin was not a muggle quarter. He sighed to himself, and had gone back up to his room to go to sleep. But the muggles next door had not allowed that to happen, playing their 'music' as loudly as could be. So Rabastan had left, at about two thirty, to get away and find his quarter.

He had just found his quarter, but did not want to pick it up. Someone had conviently spat on it, which wouldn't have been a problem if the spit wasn't brown and disgusting looking and had a piece of gum attached to the quarter. He glared at it in disgust, and turned away. He sighed to himself, not happy with the present situation, and flinched as one of the three streetlamps that were lit blew out. Now there were two. That was just lovely.

Alice Black - December 3, 2007 09:48 AM (GMT)

Accepted!
Congratulations, you've been placed as a rebel.
You have been placed in the mental abilities class.
You have been placed in the morning cycle.

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