<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/barbarian_by_la__boheme-d6xc4fq22223333444_zpsrsqomeyv.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Gabriel Bersk  </em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>55/55</em><br/><hr/><br/>Gabriel almost lazily gestured in the man's general direction at that, his posture slowly settling into passive acceptance.<em>Anything you're willing to reveal</em>would perhaps be the most honest answer, but Gabriel wasn't quite so willing to come across as genuinely interested in his new contractor's background. Although describing him as such was perhaps an overstatement; his name was yet to be signed on any paper, and this pitiful resemblance to a verbal agreement wouldn't hold up anywhere. Still, Tannik seemed particularly confident that Gabriel would not go back on his word.<br/><br/>And he was probably right.<br/><br/>"You are no more than a name to me," he confessed in a monotone. "And a meaningless one at that. Your face hides behind a mask, your words weave stories that keep the focus off secrets far beyond my forsaken past." Gabriel's eyes turned to slits, the glow of his irises barely visible. "Someone who keeps the truth hidden like that is either very afraid... or very dangerous. And you don't look like a coward to me."<br/><br/>It wasn't a question, but in the following silence it became all too apparent that Gabriel wasn't going to pose one to begin with. His stare bore into the violet eyes that had regarded him so uninhibitedly in return, never wandering.