Gabriel Beck is Twenty-Four, and deemed as an Unknown Breed of Beast.
Gabriel has a very laid back and placid disposition. As a medicine man by trade, he has seen a lot of nasty things over the years, so it's needless to say that he's built quite the tolerance to things and nothing seems to make him become too angry or anxious. He takes life as it comes and just makes it work. He's got a very kind heart, and is willing to help almost anyone - of his kind, anyway. He can easily turn a cold shoulder to any human; he has a high distaste for their race.
This formed as he grew up and was raised around the war. His parents and his kin were serious advocates of taking down the Emperor so their kind could live in peace, but after a while it was successful just to make it to the next day. Gabriel's parents were killed in combat when he was fairly young, and while this shook him for a while, he was able to recover and move on when another tribe graciously took him in. A majority of of his new kin were experienced in the field of medicine and heading, so he took the opportunity to learn all he could from them, while simultaneously working on his fighting skills, figuring it was a good combination for a strong soldier. He had a brief love affair in his teen years with the Emperor's son, a time in which both boys had forgotten their hatred towards the other's kind, but it came to an ugly ending, thus earning that horrid scar on his face.
As far as looks go;
His hair falls to his knees in long, light blonde dreads, that are usually tied back. There's little tufts separated from his dreads that fall in front of each ear.
His eyes are narrow, thin, and amber in color.
His body stands at a stunning six feet and seven inches. He has a slight muscular build, not quite as developed as other soldiers. His skin is light, almost peachy, though in the rare occasion that he becomes angry, nervous, or experiences any strong such emotion, he'll turn pale. You can tell he's part beast by his fingers; they're clawed, thin and boney.
His ears are large and pointed, with rather big flesh-tunnels/plugs in the lobe (if you're piercing savy, I'd say they're 2 or 3 inch plugs). He has a red slash marking over his visible eye, while the other is covered by a bandana; underneath, the skin is scarred and marred from a horrible burn. It's not very appealing.
His normal attire includes a vest with a furry hood and a solid color beater underneath. Baggy army pants are held up by a belt, and tucked into a pair of combat boots. Fingerless gloves always adorn his, and dog tags hang from his neck.
