Post by GABRIEL DOBREV on Aug 24, 2016 20:59:46 GMT -6
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personality
history
When the Abernathy House was finally bought, locals wondered if the new owner would still open it for tours every Halloween, just like the old owners had before it sold. But come October, nobody heard a peep from the old haunted house. Nobody had seen it’s new owner, either.
And then suddenly, in July, when the rumors and speculations of just who owned the truck and bike outside of Abernathy House had died down, the clerk at the gas station nearest said he’d spotted the mysterious stranger outside on his porch, beer in hand. Kids rode by on their bikes and a few dog-walkers changed their routes for a day, just to catch a glimpse of the house’s newest ghost. Nobody seemed very impressed when all they found was an aging man with barely a word to his name, but he didn’t seem too enthused about the sudden traffic around his promised “quiet property”, either.
Slowly, information about the spectre started flowing in through town. They got his name - Gabriel - from the mailman. He liked Royal Crown Cola and bit his lip when he played poker and got a good hand. He locked his doors, and when he answered them (if he did), you could hear the loud jangling of more than four chains and locks before he blocked any view inside with his massive frame — he never answered them with a ‘hello’, either. When he spoke (if he did), it was always a gravelly “what”, with no question mark.
He did let people in for small amenities, though, like glasses of water on hot days or the occasional cup of sugar. Anyone who’d been in the famed haunted house could only say that it’s owner was a little hovery, and the interior was nice and domestic, all dark wood furniture and an air of home. Unexpected, considering it’s history and the way it’s owner looked.
By the next year, the Abernathy House was just another house on the lane, it’s dark and bloody history swallowed up by a big black truck in the driveway and the occasional glimpse of its single greying resident in the backyard, burying gold or doing whatever midwestern small-town men did in their fifties.
Nobody quite cares for the story of Gabriel Dobrev, born in 1965 and named after the man in linen himself. They don’t listen for the tale of a cigarette-smoking thirteen year old, abandoned by his mother in divorce to a cruel hand and his father’s yelling breaths angry with liquor. There’s no autobiography for the bruised-knuckle boy nervously kissing his best friend and fellow quarterback behind the bleachers on Labor Day, why there are military papers on his wall instead of a diploma, or why the dogtags in his bureau read KARMA instead of Gabe.
And you know what? That’s just the way he likes it.
face claim
[i]overwatch[/i], wilhelm reinhardt - gabriel dobrev
[attr="class","apptable"]age[break] fifty-one | [attr="class","apptable"]birthplace[break]holcomb, kansas | [attr="class","apptable"]gender[break]male |
personality
| quiet diligent attentive straightforward rational tidy practical calm sturdy | standoffish brusque uninterested callous closed-off apathetic critical vengeful his way or the highway |
history
When the Abernathy House was finally bought, locals wondered if the new owner would still open it for tours every Halloween, just like the old owners had before it sold. But come October, nobody heard a peep from the old haunted house. Nobody had seen it’s new owner, either.
And then suddenly, in July, when the rumors and speculations of just who owned the truck and bike outside of Abernathy House had died down, the clerk at the gas station nearest said he’d spotted the mysterious stranger outside on his porch, beer in hand. Kids rode by on their bikes and a few dog-walkers changed their routes for a day, just to catch a glimpse of the house’s newest ghost. Nobody seemed very impressed when all they found was an aging man with barely a word to his name, but he didn’t seem too enthused about the sudden traffic around his promised “quiet property”, either.
Slowly, information about the spectre started flowing in through town. They got his name - Gabriel - from the mailman. He liked Royal Crown Cola and bit his lip when he played poker and got a good hand. He locked his doors, and when he answered them (if he did), you could hear the loud jangling of more than four chains and locks before he blocked any view inside with his massive frame — he never answered them with a ‘hello’, either. When he spoke (if he did), it was always a gravelly “what”, with no question mark.
He did let people in for small amenities, though, like glasses of water on hot days or the occasional cup of sugar. Anyone who’d been in the famed haunted house could only say that it’s owner was a little hovery, and the interior was nice and domestic, all dark wood furniture and an air of home. Unexpected, considering it’s history and the way it’s owner looked.
By the next year, the Abernathy House was just another house on the lane, it’s dark and bloody history swallowed up by a big black truck in the driveway and the occasional glimpse of its single greying resident in the backyard, burying gold or doing whatever midwestern small-town men did in their fifties.
Nobody quite cares for the story of Gabriel Dobrev, born in 1965 and named after the man in linen himself. They don’t listen for the tale of a cigarette-smoking thirteen year old, abandoned by his mother in divorce to a cruel hand and his father’s yelling breaths angry with liquor. There’s no autobiography for the bruised-knuckle boy nervously kissing his best friend and fellow quarterback behind the bleachers on Labor Day, why there are military papers on his wall instead of a diploma, or why the dogtags in his bureau read KARMA instead of Gabe.
And you know what? That’s just the way he likes it.
face claim
[i]overwatch[/i], wilhelm reinhardt - gabriel dobrev
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