Gabriel is one of my oldest OCs, important to me on a highly personal level.
A comfort character, a vent character, and more.
His story is one I'm taking my time to showcase—so please enjoy this small introduction to him.
His role in the story
Connections & personality
Symbolism and meaning
Gabriel E. dos Santos Carrasco, or Gabi, is one of the few human members of the military group 'se'moravida', short for 'sem amor à vida'—'no love for life.'
Basically, he's the kind of guy who fights without caring about his own safety.
He’s like a blade made for battle—no hesitation, no second thoughts.
These warriors are often paired with 'mounts' or shields.
But Gabi? He got paired with a shield.
His "shield" is Echo, a golden-brown harpy.
This species can harden their feathers like metal and create shockwaves with their wings.
To put it simply, two crazy maniacs teaming up to wreck things on the battlefield.
Echo on the left and Gabriel on the right (Takes a second to load).
How far would you go to become a blade?
How much would you give up for the greater good?
Gabriel asks himself this every day.
He’s a man with no family, no love, no kids—nobody to cry at his funeral.
These days, Gabriel is more of a quiet man.
A ticking bomb, waiting to explode.
Gabriel has always reminded me of dandelions.
A weed, something to be plucked—only to return next spring.
A metaphor for his existence.
An example of this representation—a photocard of Gabi.
Gabriel is human—no magic, no power, nothing special.
To the world, he’s just a weed. And yet, like a weed, he keeps showing up.
Why?
i am the sun’s quiet afterthought,
a golden head bowed beneath the weight of sky.
no blaze to claim me special,
just a fleeting glow in the cracks of stone,
where even weeds learn to grow.
i fight a war of nobody, growing tired
falling on deaf earth that never listens.
my roots stretch between the jagged lines,
a seed misplaced, disrupting the sidewalk’s plan,
an unwelcome guest in a world of symmetry.
they step on me, crush my fragile existence,
a weed, they say, these pests.
a lone seed clinging to nowhere,
too stubborn to scatter,
too tired to rise.
pluck me, see what happens.
Thank you so much for reading!