<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b9/ee/15/b9ee15278adf800ca1317af33c3ecc63.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gabriel Summers<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9-2-17 | 5:40pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Gabriel is praying and meditating like he has done for years to keep his calm and composure.<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Ever since arriving on Earth, Gabriel was immediately aware of the technological difference between it and his...technically homeworld of Chandilar; the throneworld of the Shi'ar empire. However, here he was free. He was not a slave made to wake before his master, wait while his master ate, killed who made his master mad. Here he was his own man, and could do what he pleased. Here, even though his bed was what the people of Earth called a "Full" size, it was his. He could sleep in it when he felt like, and for as long as he felt like. <br/><br/>Truly amazing. Like many mornings, this one he flew into the Earth's atmosphere to glance down at what should have been his home, while searching the stars for his lost one. After however long he spent up there, he came back down. And now, several hours later still, a golden glow bathed his room. He hovered there in the center, legs crossed beneath him and arms resting on his knes. He was deep in prayer and meditation, as he'd been taught. But he had come to believe over the years as well. <br/><br/>Truly, religion was one of the few companies hedonism and a life of sin could keep; the irony wasn't lost on him. "Sharra; heavenly father who watches and judges us all. K'ythri, divine mother and compassionate beyond  all. Watch and guide over your humble servant. I call Earth home now, but I have not forgotten Chandilar. Keep your watchful eyes on me. Praise be."  The knocking on his door caused his eyes to snap open, but his concentration didn't waver. And the multitude of items floating about, surrounded by golden energy remained where they were. A wave of his hand caused the door to unlock and swing open.<br/><br/> He turned with it to face a redhead that made his heart do something funny when he saw her. He wasn't sure why, but something was...strange? He stretched hsi feet out and let them touch the floor. Everything he'd had suspended in the air floated back to it's place. Then the glow faded. Finally his glowing eyes turned back to their normal shade of blue. "Hi! I don't think we've met. I'm Gabriel Summers. How can I help you?" He smiled at the redhead, a genuine one despite something about her just feeling off to him. "Wait...are you psychic? Was I projecting my thoughts again? The Professor told me about that. It happens when I get really focused."  </span>