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Gilbert "sweats nervously" Nightray ([personal profile] consacrer) wrote in [personal profile] havenmods 2013-01-18 11:55 pm (UTC)

Gilbert Nightray | Pandora Hearts | Not Reserved (2/2)

Abilities/Powers:
Raven → Gilbert holds a contract with the Chain known as Raven and can summon it at will. Raven is capable of emitting massive bursts of blue fire that can even be damaging to the near-immortal Baskervilles. It has the ability to travel between dimensions (as seen in the escape from Cheshire's), though this thoroughly wears him out, and it also allows him to seal B-Rabbit's power to keep it from destroying Oz's body. As a black-winged Chain, it is capable of dragging people down to the darkest depths of the Abyss with the chains of condemnation, though this obviously won't come into play in Haven.
Immortality → As a Baskerville he also has partial immortality. While Baskervilles can age if not tied to a Chain, it takes a large amount of physical damage to kill them. Gilbert is shown surviving stab wounds and lethal poison, though other Baskervilles have shown that they can heal from things like impalement as well.
Items/Weapons: His pistol, a box of ammunition and a pack of cigarettes.

Sample Entry: voice test.
Sample Entry Two: The air in Haven can be crisp and enjoyable, as Gilbert has come to find. Greeting it in the morning with a cup of coffee and a cigarette (if he feels like denting his precious pack) is something he can actually look forward to, even if the city on a whole is something the jury is still out on. He's quiet to keep from disturbing any of his roommates when he leaves for the nearby staircase with drink in hand, only pausing to slip his jacket on.

Once outside, back to the door, he settles in for a few minutes. While pleasant, the moments that he keeps to himself in the morning aren't over-indulgent or dragged out. He has other obligations to fulfill, after all. Buckets of well water to draw, a young master to help with breakfast; even if Oz's arrival came before his own, he couldn't just allow himself to sit around feeling useless forever (or even a day). Sure, the accommodations are lacking, and the situation itself certainly takes some adapting to, but it's doable, and it isn't home. He knows that he will undoubtedly return to face the scenario he had left behind eventually, and that stays with him in the back of his mind every day. He also knows he has responsibilities and loose ends to tie up, and he has no qualms in doing just that.

But now, just for the moment, he's content to have a breath of peace. A break from the occasional chaos of Haven, and from the perpetual chaos of his own world. Not for himself, though he certainly appreciates it. He just appreciates it more for Oz. The rocky future left behind still sits poorly with him, but he knows that it affects that boy behind his protective smile just as strongly, if not more so.

He idly flicks his lighter, some busted piece of junk he had managed to salvage from the ruins with barely enough fluid left to light his dwindling cigarettes. Smoking, he decides, can wait for a little later in the day. For now, he leans down to pick up the bucket set beside the staircase and turns to set off for the well. The day ahead of him may be long, but he'll savor every minute of it.

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