Gabriel LeSeraphin

Gabriel LeSeraphin Roleplay Hooks Lover of Beauty – This fellow can’t help but be enamored of beautiful things Private Investigator – He runs his own agency called “Angel Investigations”. Read more about that below. French Immigrant – He was born and raised in France, and speaks French fluently. For the last five years he has been living and working in the United States, travelling around the country to find a good spot to settle down. Have cane, will travel – Due to some troubles with his legs, Gabriel requires a cane to walk and often needs to rest. Such a situation doesn’t keep him down, and he has been dealing with it for some time. He feels that his cane is a part of him, whichever cane he chooses to use, as he often selects one to match his outfit. Gabriel’s Playlist “Le bien qui fait mal” by Mozart l'opéra rock. Mais d'où vient l'émotion étrange Qui me fascine autant qu'elle me dérange? Je frissonne, poignardé par le beau C'est comme dans l'âme le couteau La blessure traverse mon cœur et j'ai la joie dans la douleur Je m'enivre de ce poison, à en perdre la raison C'est le bien qui fait mal, quand tu aimes, tout à fait normal Ta haine prends le plaisir, c'est si bon de souffrir Succombe au charme, donne tes larmes C'est le bien qui fait mal (qui fait mal) Quand tu aimes, tout à fait banal (le bien qui fait mal) Ta peine, les vrais délices passe par le supplice Baisse les armes, donne tes larmes Je ressens de violentes pulsions J'ai l'impression de glisser vers le fond Si j'ignore d'où vient ce fléau, j'adore l'avoir dans la peau Envouté par des idées folles, soudain, mes envies s'envolent Le désir devient ma prison, à en perdre la raison C'est le bien qui fait mal, quand tu aimes, tout à fait normal Ta haine prends le plaisir, c'est si bon de souffrir Succombe au charme, donne tes larmes C'est le bien qui fait mal (qui fait mal) Quand tu aimes, tout à fait banal (le bien qui fait mal) Ta peine, les vrais délices passe par le supplice Baisse les armes, donne tes larmes Je ressens de violentes pulsions J'ai l'impression de glisser vers le fond C'est le bien qui fait mal, quand tu aimes, tout à fait normal Ta haine prends le plaisir, c'est si bon de souffrir Succombe au charme, donne tes larmes C'est le bien qui fait mal (qui fait mal) Quand tu aimes, tout à fait banal (le bien qui fait mal) Ta peine, les vrais délices passe par le supplice Baisse les armes, donne tes larmes English Translation: Now where does this strange feeling Come from That fascinates me Just as much as it disturbs me I shiver stabbed by the beauty It's like a knife in my soul The wound going right through my heart And I feel joy in the pain I intoxicate myself with this poison Until it makes me lose my mind [Refrain]: It's the good that causes pain When you love Completely normal Your hate Enjoy It's so good to suffer Surrender to the spell Let tears flow It's the good that causes pain Causes pain When you love Completely ordinary It's the good that causes pain Your pain The true pleasures Are achieved only through torture Take down your weapons Let the tears flow I can feel A violent urge I feel like I'm sliding towards the ground If I don't find out Where this plague is coming from I adore Having it under my skin Bewitched by mad ideas Suddenly All my cravings take off The desire becomes my prison Until I lose my mind “Where the Dark Things Are” by Kerli Altars to ashes Burn down my churches And give up what's holy To live off your mercy Joining the forces Summon the powers Wreck me to pieces Cause you know I would die if I won't live Push me down to my knees And take me where the dark things are Where the dark things are Where the dark things are Where the dark things are Black is the magic White is the night sky Please let me have it Worship you all night Ruin and ravage Make me your priestess Wreck me to pieces Cause you know I would die if I won't live Push me down to my knees And take me where the dark things are Where the dark things are Where the dark things are! Where the dark things are Where the dark things are "Ma Meilleure Ennemie" by Stromae & Pomme Je t'aime, je t'attends, je t'aime, je t'attends Je t'aime, je t'attends, je t'aime, je t'attends Je t'aime, je t'attends, je t'aime, je t'attends Je t'aime, je t'attends, je t'aime, je t'attends T'es la meilleure chose qui m'est arrivée Mais aussi la pire chose qui m'est arrivée Ce jour où je t'ai rencontrée, j'aurais peut-être préféré Que ce jour ne soit jamais arrivé (Arrivé) La pire des bénédictions La plus belle des malédictions De toi, j'devrais m'éloigner Mais comme dit le dicton : "Plutôt qu'être seul, mieux vaut être mal accompagné" Tu sais c'qu'on dit Sois près d'tes amis les plus chers Mais aussi Encore plus près d'tes adversaires Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi Mais si tu cherches encore ma voix Oublie-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi Pourquoi ton prénom me blesse Quand il se cache juste là dans l'espace? C'est quelle émotion, la haine Ou la douceur, quand j'entends ton prénom? Je t'avais dit : "Ne regarde pas en arrière" Le passé qui te suit te fait la guerre Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi Je t'aime, je t'attends, je t'aime, je t'attends Je t'aime, je t'attends, je t'aime, je t'attends Je t'aime, je t'attends, je t'aime, je t'attends Je t'aime, je t'attends, je t'aime, je t'attends Je t'aime, je t'attends, je t'aime, je t'attends Je t'aime, je t'attends, je t'aime, je t'attends Je t'aime, je t'attends, je t'aime, je t'attends Je t'aime, je t'attends, je t'aime, je t'attends English Translation I love you, I'm waiting for you, I love you, I'm waiting for you I love you, I'm waiting for you, I love you, I'm waiting for you I love you, I'm waiting for you, I love you, I'm waiting for you I love you, I'm waiting for you, I love you, I'm waiting for you You're the best thing to ever happen to me But also the worst thing to ever happen to me On that day when I met you, maybe I would rather That it never happened to me (To me) The worst of all blessings The best of all curses I should stray away from you But as the saying goes "Better than alone, is to be in bad company" You know what they say Stay close to your dearest friends But also Even closer to your adversaries But my best enemy is you Flee from me, the worst is you and I But if you keep searching for my voice Forget me, the worst is you and I Why does hearing your name hurt me When it hides right there in the vicinity? What kind of emotion, is it hatred Or pure sweetness when I hear your name? I had told you, not to keep looking behind Your past will follow you and wage war on you But my best enemy is you Flee from me, the worst is you and I But my best enemy is you Flee from me, the worst is you and I I love you, I'm waiting for you, I love you, I'm waiting for you I love you, I'm waiting for you, I love you, I'm waiting for you I love you, I'm waiting for you, I love you, I'm waiting for you I love you, I'm waiting for you, I love you, I'm waiting for you I love you, I'm waiting for you, I love you, I'm waiting for you I love you, I'm waiting for you, I love you, I'm waiting for you I love you, I'm waiting for you, I love you, I'm waiting for you I love you, I'm waiting for you, I love you, I'm waiting for you Behind The Curtain Leave closed if you would rather discover these things IC. Background Gabriel LeSeraphin did not start out life with that name. Born in 1978 in Paris, he was ghouled at the age of 20 by a prestigeous house of Toreadors. Rumors of diablerie had swirled around this house for centuries, but the power they held kept their enemies from striking with anything consequential. During his two decades of service, Gabriel learned about Kindred society, and Toreador society in particular. He served well and enjoyed his life, addicted to the beautiful dead, and was scheduled to be embraced by one of their elders of the 10th generation. He was, but the embrace went wrong. None of the Toreador apptitudes or banes came to him, and he bore a devil's mark in the form of hooved feet, like a goat. Fearing that this mishap would be seen as proof of the practice of diablerie, the elder was supposed to cull him, but out of feelings of sentiment, secreted him out of the city to America. For the last five years as an 11th generation Caitiff, Gabriel has taken on the surname LeSerafin, and has played to his strengths (the only Discipline that seemed to easily come to him was Auspex) to become a private investigator for the undead. He knows that he cannot advance in Kindred society, being what he is, but he can still be invaluable and, thus, protected as much as he can be. This rather mercenary approach has served him well, and he has travelled from Princedom to Princedom, selling his services, gaining prestige (as much as a Caitiff can), and keeping his advanced generation a secret. That is how he has come to Los Angeles, and he has wasted no time in developing contacts in his neighborhood. All that's left is to introduce himself to this princedom's elite. Sphere Clan: Caitiff Faction: Anarchs Subfaction: Westside Anarchs Sire’s Clan: Toreador Coterie: The_Bouquet Description "Prejudices are what fools use for reason." -Voltaire Gabriel LeSeraphin is a man on the elegant and handsome side of average. The rougher features of his face - his strong nose and brooding thick brows are tempered by sleepy, intelligent hazel eyes, high cheekbones, and thick, wavy, shoulder length black hair. If anyone was well versed in French history, they may see traces of Norman stock hidden in the otherwise elegant Parisian frame and bearing. His body is fine-boned and slender, and he carries himself with languid grace that is at once respectful and insouciant. The man often talks with the use of his hands, gesturing for emphasis, and one will note that often his nails are painted, or his fingers bear rings. His lower lip sports a pair of steel rings in snake bite piercings, and his ears are often adorned with jewelry as well. In general, his mode of dress is comfortable, professional, and darkly-colored. The man does not care to stand out in a crowd at first glance, but if the eye catches on him, he will leave it with a good impression. His bearing is dignified and his facial expressions suave and alluring, and he seems like a most agreeable conversationalist. Specifics: - Eyes = Hazel - Piercings = Ears and lower lip - Hair = Black and shoulder-length - Height = 5'10" - Skin = Fair - Face = https://imgur.com/a/2BHT7lE - Current outfit = [VARIES]* - Matching Cane = [VARIES]* *links are provided on grid to show what he's wearing and walking with at the time. Angel Investigations Angel Investigations at your service! PEACE OF MIND. AFFORDABLE PRICE. Are you looking for help obtaining information for your own peace of mind, upcoming court date or any other reason? If so, you have come to the right place. My name is Gabriel LeSeraphin, and I have extensive investigative experience in multiple areas, including domestic affairs, criminal matters, fraud and insurance claims, computer/cellular device forensics, tracking and locating of missing persons, surveillance operations, and executive protection/security services. I aim to provide you with top quality service, employing state-of-the-art technologies, skills, and expert knowledge in all areas while maintaining the highest level of integrity and professionalism. LICENSED / EXPERIENCED / DISCREET Fullname: Gabriel LeSeraphin Apparent Age: Mid-Twenties Height: 5’10” Build: Slender Hair: Black. Eyes: Hazel Heritage: French Weaknesses: Beauty Profession: Private Investigator Orientation: Bisexual Identity: Male Pronouns: He/Him Came from: Paris Stats Appearance 🔴🔴🔴⚫️⚫️ Charisma 🔴🔴🔴⚫️⚫️ Investigation 🔴🔴🔴⚫️⚫️ Contacts 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚫️ Contacts Lauren – Gabriel’s first and closest friend in LA, and now his lover. Charlotte - A sister in debauchery! Pris – A most kind and generous emissary. Asenath – The Demoncouers are a delight. Mark – A pleasure doing business with you. Jean-Jacques – Merci, Monsieur. Aimee – A most worthy assistant to Madame Demoncouer. Layal – A kindred spirit? Micah – One who makes begging a delight. Kian – A mysterious mentor. Luke - The man is ten kinds of crazy. Andrey - The kindness of the darkside, maybe? Modest Gallery Gabriel’s Hotel Room