<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em><br/>(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/gabriel.png)<br/><em><strong>Player: </strong></em>Koekje<br/><em><strong>Song: </strong></em></div></td></tr></tbody></table>Trololo Sing Along! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Z4m4lnjxkY)<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"></span></em></strong></div><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name: </strong></td><td><em></em></td></tr></tbody></table>Gabriel Bomban<br/><br/><br/><strong>Age:  </strong><em></em>Nineteen<br/><br/><br/><strong>Orientation: </strong><em></em> Heterosexual<br/><br/><br/><strong>Occupation: </strong><em></em>Student<br/><br/><br/><strong>Hair: </strong><em></em>Strawlike yellow<br/><br/><br/><strong>Eye Color: </strong><em></em> Light grey, with a hint if light blue<br/><br/><br/><strong>Height:</strong> <em></em>1m91<br/><br/><br/><strong>Ons &amp; Off: </strong><em></em> Everything that doesn't involve scat, watersport and permanent injuries<br/><br/><br/><strong>Powers:</strong><ul class="bbc_list">Aerokinesis<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li></li></ul><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></ul><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Appearance: </strong>Gabriel has the figure of the Slenderman. He's tall to the point that it appears that they took a normal sized person and stretched him to the point that his bones and tendons would snap. His body is covered in stretch marks from the rapid and extensive growth spurts. The height causes him to stoop a little bit and walk with haunched shoulders. He doesn't enjoy showing his full height. His chin is covered in light brown stubble, covering his cheekbones in a wide U-like shape. The hair on his scalp has the color of straw and he usually has it long enough to cover his eyes and nose, but not further. Besides the scars from growing his body also has several scars from childhood beatings. He also sports a knife scar on his left temple, running from top to bottom. <br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"></div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Gabriel.png)</div></div></div></td><td><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>   </em></div></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Personality:<strong></strong></strong></td><td><div style="text-align: justify;"><em> </em></div></td></tr></tbody></table>The easiest way to describe Gabriel is happy. Happy to the point of annoying others. He is an immense optimist and always tries to find the best and brightest in other people and situations. He tries to make everyone else happy and bring a smile to their face by making them laugh, turning everything into a joke. Whether or not it's a good joke. He also has the tendency to give everyone nick names. Preferably cutesy ones.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Enemies:</strong><div style="text-align: justify;"><em> </em></div> His stepfather.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><hr/><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">History | Background</span></em></strong><br/><hr/></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><br/><br/></div><br/>Gabriel Bomban grew up in a, shall we say, less than fortunate environment. His father had passed away early in his life, leaving him with just his mother. She, however, could not contain her grief and sought refuge in pseudo-medicinal aid. In this world of drugs she met the man, her main drugdealer, whom she would also consider her "lover". He considered her an easy and conventient lay, with Gabriel as his personal errand boy. Gabriel served, throughout his childhood, as his drug mule, as his patsy, as a convenient excuse to be near teenagers without looking suspiscious so he could sell. And every time a drug deal or assignment for Gabriel went wrong, even if he was not to blame, he received a thorough beating.<br/><br/>The worst part of the beatings was that his mother, afraid of her supply of drugs drying up, never intervened. After years of beatings, she even started encouraging him, knowing that if he got wound up enough she'd get a high and a fuck. Gabriel went to and through high school, covered in bruises, and barely with passing grades due to time lost as a drug mule. Despite the heavy environment, bad childhood and frequent beatings, Gabriel looked at life with a vision of things can only go better for him. And only if he was eager to discover happiness himself. When he graduated from high school he knew there was no university or college life for him. He would have to work to support his own education, and in that case he'd much rather just save up money and escape this hell hole of a life.<br/><br/>Thus Gabriel worked his ass off after graduating. Saving up every penny to run away. Things were looking up, as he had saved up quite a nice sum after a years worth of work. Gabriel decided to actively help with his stepfather's drugdealing career and earn a nice buck. Everything to run away from this life, even if it meant submerging in it even more. One night, after returning from a coffee run, he returned to find his mother blazed out of her mind, as usual. Only this time, she was wearing what seemed like an expensive red dress. When he wanted to ask her where she got it, he suddenly found himself getting backhanded to the face. As he stumbled back, his hand to his face, he noticed his stepfather wearing a rolex. The man gloated as he told Gabriel how he had found his secret stash of money and treated himself and his mother. Handsomely even. His stepfather pulled out a switchblade while a grin decorated his lips. He then proceeded to mark Gabriel by slashing him across his right temple, from cheek to hair line. He left Gabriel to bleed as he walked away, blood dripping from the knife, to grab a bottle of liquor.<br/><br/>Leaning against the window, he stared at Gabriel and took a victory mouthful. Rage filled the gentil Gabriel and he screamed, cursing out loud. During his pronounciation of motherf*cker, emphasis was laid upon the last syllable. At that point, a gust of wind that erupted out of nowhere, thrust itself against the man and threw him up, crashing him through the window and down the 17 stories that separated his apartment in the crack den from the ground. Gabriel had no idea what had happened yet decided to run away from the scene. Police would make him the prime suspect, seeing as his blood is all over the knife that fell with the man.<br/><br/>Gabriel ran that night. Faster and further than he thought his slim legs could ever take him. He came to a rest at a small roadside diner, dried blood sticking to the skin of his face. He took a seat in a nearby booth and looked out the window, at the rain that suddenly overtook the weather. He had no idea how long he sat there, for seconds turned into minutes. Minutes into hours and hours into indefinite stretches of time. He was stolen from his train of thought of how he'd imagine his life in prison, when a man took a seat in the booth across him. Along with him came a cup of hot cocoa and a plate of pancakes. The man spoke naught while he stared at Gabriel. His eyes clearing going from the cut to the look in his eyes and the bruises from previous beatings. When he broke the silence, after Gabriel had eaten, he told him he knew about what had happened. What he had done. He then proceeded to explain why the gust of wind happened and explained that there was a place where he could receive asylum from his actions, and also a better explanation - Robichaux's Academy for the Exceptional.[/list]