Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-24530992-20170726232339

Gabryel stretched, groaning at the loud, obnoxious sound that had woken him up. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before dragging himself from bed so he could strap up in his armor. He would wait until training was finished to wash up, seeing it as pointless to do so beforehand.

The Breton's looks had changed quite a bit, growing taller and more muscular as the years had passed. While his chestnut colored hair and eyes stayed the same, his face changed from soft to more angular and handsome with his pronounced features, paired with the appearance of facial hair. His personality still remained rather similar from when he was young as well, a soft spoken, respectable individual, though most of his thoughts had shifted from focusing on himself to women. He had made new friends during those years, but he still enjoyed speaking with Bethany, considering her a good friend, as she was one of the first he got to know.

When ready, Gabe grabbed the rest of his gear and headed for the training grounds, eager to get started since he had finally gotten a better grasp on his powers. His hesring wasn't too sensitove anymore, and the accidents where he turned simple household items into deadly weapons had mostly come to a halt.