<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/afF8pZQ.jpg)</div>Gabriel Hunter (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=718857)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">History</div><div class="spoiler_body">The average follower of Cayden Cailean is seen as something of a drunk, a fool who enjoys adventure and drinking, women (or men) and the more decadent things in life. Oh, Gabriel wished things were that simple for him. To be someone who could always enjoy drinking and revelry would be a boon... And yet he finds purpose in his life as an inquisitor to the so called Accidental God. Gabriel was born in Port Peril to simple dockworkers, and his beginnings were humble. He was strong, perceptive – and while he tended to enjoy helping his parents, there was always something burning in him. A desire for more, a desire for the world at large. It was always stoked but never truly fanned, and while he devoured books when he could, he knew that they did nothing compared to the chance to really explore the seas and do what he wished upon a ship.<br/><br/>Most of his early life, he had to be content with just listening to the shiphands and the drunks as he worked at the docks, overhearing them or slacking off and paying some of the more scarred sailors copper or silver for stories. Of course as he grew older he matured out, muscles developed from hard work and he could have easily been a deck hand proper.  And eventually he was even offered such a position by a somewhat rowdy looking captain and a raucous looking crew. With common sense having partially left him, he eagerly took the chance to finally set sail and explore the seas!<br/><br/>It was miserable back breaking work and he was treated like shit as a new deckhand and he hated every fucking second of it. Why did he want to do this again? The pay was fucking garbage too, he felt like a fool that had been duped. Of course it was all too good to be true. That quickly tempered the young man, and while he wasn’t back at home, he had to endure the hard work and labor. Opportunity came however on a port trip to one of the shackle’s many cities, where he ducked out of his shift and sought the fastest ship to home. Salvation did not come directly – but it came nonetheless, from a more priestly man and a ragged, if determined looking crew. Still finding it hard to believe the captains story about the crew being escaped slaves looking for freedom, they were still going to Port Peril where they could start a new life... And well, it was the only ship heading home.  The work on deck was not simple still, but he was treated with more respect... And he listened in to the captain giving what amounted to sermons. To enjoy life, to help others, to enjoy the pleasures and bounties... And to fight for freedom, the good fight, against tyrants and slavers. The latter proved to be rather crucial when a slaving ship maneuvered against the ship Gabriel found himself on, and sought to take the slaves back or kill them all... And kill the rest of the crew on his ship. Truly fighting for the first time in his life, Gabriel found that the flame within himself burned bright at the thought of helping these escaped slaves, and fought with a frenzy and zeal unmatched by few. Whether by dumb luck or skill, Gabriel showed that there was a hero within him, and one that made the captain rather proud. A priest of Cayden, the elder man sought to instill Gabriel with the tenants of belief and while Gabriel is not a dedicated worshiper he finds there to be enough virtue in Cayden’s faith to hold himself to it for now.<br/><br/>Piracy wasn’t the most noble of pursuits, but soon enough he found himself as a glorified privateer, seeking to spread the faith in his own way, and maybe enjoy himself while he did it. Whether fighting, fucking, or drinking, Cayden offered many potential delights to assuage a doubting mind and perhaps being an accidental hero wasn’t so bad.</div></div>