Full Name: Gabriel Johnathan Faust
Age: 17
Birthday: June 17
Sex: Male
Weight: 152 pounds
Height: 5'11"
Eye Color: Light green
Hair Color: Blonde
Race: Human
Orientation: Bisexual
Status: Single
Likes: Eel, pasta, rice balls, cherry juice, pickles, bubble baths, reading, writing, cute people, crosses.
Dislikes: Bullies, dogs, people fidgeting, too much black.
Fears: Heights, drunk people.
Clothing: A dark green shirt with a badly drawn large yellow smiley on the front and another on the back with X's for eyes, old pair of jeans that are torn at the knees and have purple crosses painted on the thighs, brown leather sandals, purple tinted glasses, red cross earrings, gold cross necklace.
Weapon(s): None.
Other Items: A book bag normally with a few books to read and a pad of paper with pencils in it.
Past: His parents were very religious, though he never did buy into the whole religion thing. He never read the bible they bought for him when he was younger and only wore the many crosses he was given because he liked the shape, not what they represented. From an early age, he had always enjoyed writing, though the types of stories he wrote were not the type his parents agreed with. They thought all things fantasy were blasphemous and when he pointed out that the Bible could be construed as fantasy as well, they decided to save their child and set him straight. They were going to send him to a Catholic boarding school. The thought of being surrounded by people like his parents for years did not sit well with him, so he quickly made his decision. He was going to run away. He did not tell anyone about it, of course, or they might tell his parents. He did not even tell his girlfriend, the person he trusted most in the world. He simply packed his bags, gathered what money he could and by the end of the summer, left home.
He was only fourteen at the time and had not been prepared for how hard it would be. Once his determination wore out, he found himself wishing to go back. Anything was better than being dirty and hungry all the time. Had he known the way back, he would have gone, but he did not even know the way out of the city he found himself in. Just when he thought about going to the police and turning himself in, a woman found him. He cried to her about his parents having been killed in a car accident a year ago and not knowing what to do or where to go. She did not buy the story for one second, though took him to her apartment anyway, planning to turn him in to the police. But beneath the dirt and grime, the woman saw that he was a handsome kid and that with some fattening up, he would make a good model. She needed the extra income, so decided that she would let him stick around for a while and if he could be a model, she'd keep him instead of turning him in.
With the junky foods she had around the apartment being the only form of food he could eat, he gained weight quickly. He did not much like having nothing but junk food and take out to eat, but she gave him no money to buy his own food and would not buy anything other than what she wanted. He was thankful for the food, shelter, and clothing anyway, thankful enough so that when she mentioned modeling to him, he said he would try it out. He considered modeling a girly thing, but trying did not mean he would become a model. Or so he thought. By the end of a year he was modeling clothing, sports equipment, and a number of other products. He used the money he earned from his jobs for rent and saved the rest to pay his own way into school. He would be a year behind where he should be, but that could not be helped. Since he was now making money, she allowed him to buy the groceries for them. Out went most of the junk food, and in came the healthy foods. He even bought himself a few cook books and in seemingly no time at all, his cooking far exceeded his roommate's. So she allowed him to do all the cooking.
When the time came for him to choose a school, he chose an all boy's school that did not require uniforms. A coed school was simply out of the question. He had been appearing often enough in clothing magazines that some girls on the street noticed him despite the drastically different style of clothing. Very few of the boys in his chosen school recognized him as a model, though those few gave him a hard time now and then, much to his distaste. He made a few friends at the beginning, though they were not close. He did not really care if he had any friends or not, if he did not have any friends then he could read and write without distractions. He had decided at a young age that he was going to go to an art college, so most of his classes at the school were art classes. He took as many as he could cram in to just one year and these were enough to at least keep him entertained throughout the school year.