Bio - Gabriel Gray
Name: Gabriel Gray
LJ: TheGoodGray
Fandom: Heroes
Played by: TheGoodGray
Canon Break: AU version of Gabriel
Ability: Intuitive Aptitude
Bio: Gabriel has been captured by Danko's men and is being boarded on the plane, a la the round up of specials under Nathan's command in Season 3. He is confused and disoriented, as he is just now coming into his ability and is unaware of the danger he is. He hasn't killed, but it is known that he is the son of Samson and therefore a threat to 'national security'.
Sample Post: I'm walking. It's all I know. My breath is coming out harshly against the bag over my head, wrists bound and feet shuffling along in the constraints of shackles. My head falls back and for a moment I'm afraid I'll lose consciousness. A hand steadies me, then pushes me forward. "Keep moving," he says. I had been in my apartment after closing up shop, cleaning off the book shelves as I chose what I might like to read that night. I heard a crash, turned, and before I could react I was strung with cords around my neck and wrists, body riddled with the painful current of a taser. It's the last thing I remember, before walking. It's quiet except for the treading of feet and rustle of chains. "Please, I haven't done anything wrong," I whisper. I haven't done anything wrong, and I'm terrified.
LJ: TheGoodGray
Fandom: Heroes
Played by: TheGoodGray
Canon Break: AU version of Gabriel
Ability: Intuitive Aptitude
Bio: Gabriel has been captured by Danko's men and is being boarded on the plane, a la the round up of specials under Nathan's command in Season 3. He is confused and disoriented, as he is just now coming into his ability and is unaware of the danger he is. He hasn't killed, but it is known that he is the son of Samson and therefore a threat to 'national security'.
Sample Post: I'm walking. It's all I know. My breath is coming out harshly against the bag over my head, wrists bound and feet shuffling along in the constraints of shackles. My head falls back and for a moment I'm afraid I'll lose consciousness. A hand steadies me, then pushes me forward. "Keep moving," he says. I had been in my apartment after closing up shop, cleaning off the book shelves as I chose what I might like to read that night. I heard a crash, turned, and before I could react I was strung with cords around my neck and wrists, body riddled with the painful current of a taser. It's the last thing I remember, before walking. It's quiet except for the treading of feet and rustle of chains. "Please, I haven't done anything wrong," I whisper. I haven't done anything wrong, and I'm terrified.