Character Name: Gabriel Cotnoir
Nickname: Gabe (He's not too keen on it)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Grade: Junior
Subject: n/a
Race: Vampire
Play-by: Kit Harington
Appearance:

Gabriel is a fairly tall young man, standing a little over 6 feet in height. He is not, however, a lanky man - In fact, he is rather broad shouldered, giving him an altogether rather intimidating figure. This effect is heightened by his slight muscle definition - Mostly on his arms, as the rest of his body is rather more average. His eyes are dark, fairly typical of a vampire, but there is an undeniable brown hue to them when he is not in need of feeding. His hair is fairly long, black and quite thick, hanging in strands. He also sports a well-kept beard, which he trims meticulously on an almost daily basis. This he does with an open blade razor, a razor he keeps hidden as best he can, not being entirely sure the school would appreciate one being on campus. His dress sense is, of course, somewhat dictated by the school, but he tries to dress as smartly as he can anyway, often overdressing for casual events. He is a massive fan of blazers, waistcoats and braces, and indeed has a slight fascination with gentlemanly dress, so that tends to be what his outfits comprise of.

Personality:

Gabriel, at first, comes off as an extremely likeable person, the kind of guy you'd be more than happy to sit and chat to for hours on end. One thing almost everyone agrees is that he is witty, often to the point of sheer irritation for those he chooses to instill his wit upon. His gentlemanly facade that he like to exude with his dress sense hope over to his with and language, and he tends to treat people as his guests whenever he can - Politely, with charm, and with as much hilarity as he can muster. It leaves those who have only a passing interaction with Gabriel with a pleasant taste in their mouths, something he is immeasurably proud of.

All of this, however, is a facade. In reality, while Gabriel aspires to his gentlemanly, art-deco utopia, he is a very violent, angry man. When people irritate him, and they very often do, he will not immediately snap, but he will let it fester, and he will seek out a violent, brutal revenge as best he can. He isn't one to sit and brood, and he will shrug off insult at first, but inside his anger only grows, sadistic thoughts forming. Gabriel is, to an extent, ashamed of this side of him, and tries to hide it, but when he enters the cold-blooded mindset he finds far more joy in it than frivolous jokes and banter. He has a strong dislike of most humans, except those that fall into his vision of a gentleman or lady, who he has the utmost respect for. However, he is often able to find a balance between them around his closer friends, a dangerously cool and collected man with a violent, intelligent mind.

History:

Gabriel's parents were both vampires, but from very different backgrounds. For starters, neither of them attended a school specifically for their kind, or supernaturals at all. His father, Léonce Cotnoir, was from Marseille, and was bitten aged 34. Before then he had been a policemen, but when the urge for blood took him over, that was no longer an option - and so he fled his country to Ireland, which is where he met Gabriel's mother, Eilidh Patrick, who had been born a vampire and brought up in a coven of sorts just outside of Cork. For a while, he stayed with her family, but the two soon married and decided to emigrate west, to America, in order to forge their own legacy and start a family of their own. It was 5 years after their arrival that Gabriel was born.

From early childhood, he showed signs of being a strange boy. He didn't get along with any of the boys in his street, and not just because of how incredibly different he was. He would often get into fights, and for a long time he would lose, as in his youth he was a rather short, slender boy. Over time, however, Gabriel realised his two greatest strengths - His speed, and his imagination. Very soon, the tables turned, and Gabriel began to beat his peers in their disagreements. At aged 7, he was taking down boys twice his age, and hurting them badly. His parents, particularly his father, tried to disuade this violent conduct, but it was for naught. Until he hit ten, he was insatiable, and unable to talk to most anyone without becoming confrontational.

Strangely, it was as he approached his teenage years that Gabriel began to mellow. He began to take in more of human culture, becoming aware of the similarities between his upbringing and the lives of the people around him. While he did not go out to make friends, he began to watch television and read books, observing human culture through a kaleidoscopic lens and taking from it what lessons he could. He was a huge fan of figures from the past, like James Stewart and Humphrey Bogart, and soon began to take on their slick, cool mannerisms, as well as their dress sense. On some level, it was to fit in with those around him - However, soon he realised that his peers did not live up to what was obviously the pinnacle of humanity, and he began to hate them for it. They could be so much better, and yet the wallowed in medioctrity. On the outside, of course, he was the consumate gentlemen, but always full of loathing for those that would not seek to rise above their natural inferiority.

At 15, Gabriel's parents decided it best to send him to Cry Wolf High, to be with others of his kind. Gabe had known some other vampire children in his youth, but here he was amazed at how many different species there were. No long did he feel so superior, but instead an equal, and his hatred of humanity began to take a back seat to the usual high school problems. He still got into a lot of fights, but by now he had grown a lot, and was far broader and stronger, so losing was not as much of a problem in a fist fight. However, his constant gentlemens demeanour was shattered when he heard that humans were to be allowed entry to the school. His place of sanctuary, where he could be who he was and not worry about the lower rungs offending him with there inferiority, had been breached. He returned for his junior year with old predujices bubbling up, threatening to erupt at any moment.

But of course, he's a gent, and as such he must 'welcome' the guests...

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4.16pm. Well, a second or so out, but then, one never could set a watch perfectly by themselves. Uriel shook the cuff of his shirt over the silver timepiece and returned his attention, undivided, to the file in front of him. It was nothing interesting, benign information on some traffic laws. Heavily revised, of course, now that things were blowing up all over the place. When things had started going up in smoke, Uriel had thought for a second that his job might get exciting, and that he might get to see action that went beyond a parking ticket - But of course, it was only the idiots who didn't understand their cause who fought here. Not like back home. But then, nowhere was.

34 seconds later, he decided it was no good forcing the rest of the file down him - He shut it over and resigned it to the middle drawer of his desk. That was one thing to be said here - Even a uniform like him had a nicely sized desk, with lockable drawers. A cup of coffee perched precariously on the edge, and he raised it to his lips, only to splutter it out a second later. As cold as a dead penguin. Giving a mildly irritated sigh, he put it back down, making a mental note to tip it into the sink next time he got up. Not that that was likely to happen soon - He wasn't on patrol today, instead being banished to the office to catch up on paperwork that nobody would ever read again. Not a waste of time at all.

The phone on his desk bleeped into life, and he picked it up a quarter way through the second ring. "Yes?", he said, his voice calm, his eastern accent barely noticable.

"Uri, you busy?". Elena, the secratary. A poisonous little toad if ever there was one. Still, no reason to be anything less than polite.

"Not particularly, no. Problem?"

"We've got a girl here, says she's been mugged.". Her tone positively reeked of uncaring. What great people skills. "Vivian Carpathia her name is, a shifter apparently. It's probably just some bullshit to waste our time, but we need someone to check it out".

Uriel had the sudden, sharp temptation to shout the loudest profanity that had ever entered his mind down the phone. Quite frankly, he would rather be reading about new roundabout by-laws than dealing with taking a statement. But, of course, it was his job. The best one he could get on this rock.

"I'll be down in 5.". He hung up without any other discussion - Not much need really. He pushed his chair back and stood up, remembering at the last second to grab his stagnant cup of coffee. He took the longer way around the office, so as to pop into the toilet and tip the cold liquid down the sink, leaving it on the desk of a currently absent colleague. He tapped his pocket, to check his badge was there - But of course, it was. He wasn't one to forget that kind of detail.

The elevator was empty, yet the smell someone had left not too long ago lingered. Granted, it may have been here for some time - Enhanced scent was one element of his gift that Uriel was not thankful for. It hadn't been good on the battlefield. Decaying corpses are unpleasant normally.

The doors pinged open, and he was in the lobby. He took a second to fix his collar, then strode out, casting his eyes over the waiting area. Mugging victims were easy enough to spot - Withdrawn normally, possibly in tears. However, there was no obvious one waiting here. Maybe Elena was right - But of course, she wasn't. She was an idiot. His eye was caught by a rather pretty young lady, staring at the floor, and instinct told him she was his victim. Well, not his victim, but you know what I mean.

He walked over to her, stopping a bit away and looking down. This was one of the more awkward moments in policing. If they spoke to you first, it immedietly removed your control of the situation. However, if you startled them, it made the talk afterwards a lot more difficult. Thankfully, Uriel wasn't one to care either way.

"Miss Carpathia?", he said, his voice calmer than it had been with Elena. One could afford to be more natural with other staff - With people coming into the station, it was important to be nicer. Or rather, more gentle.

congratulations, mister cotnoir. after going over your transcript, and deciding how well you'd fit in here at Cry Wolf High, we have decided to accept your request to join us! please go take the time to go to the directory, and the sign ups to complete your enrollment. once done, head over to the office, and complete your schedule here! thank you!

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