Characteristics
Name: Gabriel Huracán
Hometown: A village near the Brazilian Amazon
Age: 24
Height: 6'2
Wingspan: 8 ft.
Weight: 170 lbs
Aliases: Butterfly King, Storm-Bringer, Chaos Theory, Oberon
Eyes: Light Gray
Hair: Black
Base of Operations: The Tropics
Allies: Shadowland
Known Relations: 2nd cousin to Solar Orchid
Powers and Abilities
Powers:
Wind Control--Gabriel is able to whip up hurricane-force wind
Butterfly Control--Gabriel is able to direct butterflies, for various results
Poison powder--the powder from Gabriel's wings is highly toxic
Flight--Gabriel can fly, thanks to his wings
Skills:
Stealth: Due to extensive time spent exploring the wilderness, Gabriel is able to move nearly silently
Sling: Gabriel is skilled with the sling, able to hurl rocks at high velocity. This is enough to easily kill even larger animals.
Languages: Gabriel is fluent in Portugese and Spanish, and very good at English
Biography
On the coast of Brazil, on the very edge of the rainforest, there is a small village. The people here bridge the wilderness and civilization: they are equally adept at living off the forest and interacting with people from the main cities. This little village is constantly ravished by hurricanes.
This was the birthplace of Gabriel Huracán. On his nameday, a butterfly landed on his nose...this was a good omen. He had great things in the future for him.
When the hurricanes would hit, Gabriel's mother would hold him tightly. The walls would shake with the wrath of the wind, and Gabriel would tremble with it. "What causes the hurricanes?" he would ask. She would look out at the pounding rain, and whisper in his ear, "A butterfly flapping its wings".
As Gabriel grew older, he took to exploring the jungle around him. His village worked hard to keep tribal practices alive, while being part of the modern world. Gabriel would come to help hunt animals. He grew incredibly adept with the sling. He could hit a bird dead from 500 feet.
One day, Gabriel was out on his own, hiking next to the Abismo de Mariposas. The rocks were slick, due to the waterfall raging nearby, and Gabriel slipped. He plummeted, bouncing on the sharp stones. When he crashed down at the bottom of the valley, almost all the bones in his body were broken. Yet he survived.
Gabriel could only watch, helplessly, as thousands of butterflies began to land on his body. Their tiny feet felt like daggers on his shattered body. Then, they stuck their proboscises into his flesh, and began to drink his blood. In return, they granted him their strength. Gabriel writhed as two wings unfolded from his back. They were damp with blood, slowly drying. Gabriel, miraculously healed, curled up into a ball as his wings dried and unfurled. When they did, they were magnificent. Blue and gray, with yellow streaks. Gabriel was the storm-bringer now.
In his head he head the beating of millions of wings. The butterflies' beauty hid their bestiality, and Gabriel felt the blood-lust of the butterflies.
When he returned to the village, many knelt in front of him. But he no longer felt any connection to them, instead only hearing the constant flapping in his brain. He walked through the village without a word, and headed towards the greater cities, long, long ways away.
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