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Name: Amy
Are you over 18?: Yes
Contact details: siderealtime on Plurk
Email address: eliada@gmail.com
Do you play any other characters here?: No.
Character Details:
Character name: Gabriel Gray, known as Sylar. He’s currently using the name Zane Taylor.
Fandom/Series: Heroes, canon point is season 1, episode 16: "Unexpected"
History: This page is about Sylar, and this page details his Season One exploits.
Personality: Sylar is a serial killer who enjoys ‘playing characters’ of his own. As a result of me bringing him during his time impersonating Zane Taylor, he’ll probably continue to assume that identity for quite some time. As Zane, he is slightly more optimistic about things and tends to have nervous tics, like pulling on his sleeves. As time goes on, these personality quirks of ‘Zane’ will probably fade.
Sylar himself is a man trying desperately to be ‘special.’ He craves validation from people, whether it be in the form of respect, awe, or fear. Sylar himself behaves in a manner that coincides with antisocial personality disorder, what many people term as sociopathic or psychopathic. He can’t seem to form connections to others, easily lies and manipulates people, has little regard for others, and doesn’t seem to show remorse or guilt. Now, some of the blame for this is placed on his intuitive aptitude ability, which has pushed him to try and understand everything, to the point of looking into people’s brains. However, even with that ability missing, he still has a traumatic event in his childhood that could have easily contributed to an emotional disconnect. Even though he’ll be on a slightly more even keel due to the lack of intuitive aptitude, he won’t automatically transform into a normal person without his powers.
It’s quite the opposite, actually. Because Sylar places such a high importance on his special abilities (they do make him special, after all), losing them will make him desperate to get things back to the way they were. When he’s made up his mind about what he wants, he’s the sort of person to do everything possible to get it, so he’ll likely be determined to try and fix the problem as quickly as possible.
He has a number of issues he doesn’t handle well emotionally. One is the topic of parents. His father supposedly abandoned them when he was young, and his mother smothered him. He responds well to the latter, and is still always on the lookout for some sort of father figure. Another thing that pushes his buttons is being talked down to. He hates being mocked and will go out of his way to get back at people who dismiss him.
Either of those things will distract him from a goal, but otherwise he’s generally unflappable. He will do anything he needs to in order to survive and thrive. He tends to think quickly and be quite adaptable, and logically thinks through solutions to problems before implementing them. All of these traits will hopefully serve him well once everything’s started falling apart in London.
Specialist skills: Sylar is extremely mechanically-minded. Even though he won’t have his intuitive aptitude, he still has fifteen years of experience in watchmaking and running his own shop. Unfortunately, this means his knowledge will be rather unusually spotty. His area of expertise tends to be smaller objects- anything that resembles clockwork in any way- but he also remembers how to fix what he’s fixed before. He certainly won’t know how to do something like fix a car, but he can probably figure out how to fix a generator. One advantage he does have is that he expects to be able to figure things out, so he’ll be more willing than most to give working on something a try. He’s also fought for his survival before, and although his hand-to-hand skills leave something to be desired, he’s not bad at all with a blunt weapon. What will probably be most helpful of all are his survival instincts. His adaptability in high-pressure, changing situations were what helped keep him alive and free in his world. It’s likely what will help here.
In his home universe, Sylar has the abilities of intuitive aptitude, telekinesis, shattering, freezing, and melting.
Equipment List: Winter weather clothes (including a heavy coat), a broken Sylar watch. He travels pretty light.
Sample:
Third Person Sample: (slight warning for violence- PG-13ish)
By the third month, most of ‘Zane’ was gone. Oh, he hadn’t stopped going by that name, but any of the little quirks he had given the man, or copied from the real Zane, had disappeared. Most people would probably attribute it to the situation, so why bother holding onto it? When asked about where he was at three and four in the morning, he nervously explained that he hadn’t been able to sleep well since ‘the Event’, and figured going out early to scrounge might be more helpful. That seemed to be enough of Zane for the time being.
He spent most of his early morning hours on the hunt for information, food, parts. He had a system, a pattern that he searched in to cover the most area and still know where he’d been, but it made little sense to anyone else. He stopped trying to explain it his third week, and by then people expected him to handle himself.
Once the sun came up, he would head to the library for an hour or two. He had grown extremely fond of the Maughan Library at Kings College, and always spent some time looking through archives, old newspapers, whatever he could find that could give some hint as to how they got there and how they could return. Unfortunately, without electricity, a lot of recent history was just entirely lost. Scientific data was hard to come by. He still kept searching.
Today, he caught some people carrying books out, talking about how they’d stay warm tonight. This happened occasionally, but he was surprised to find it here. Generally, the sign he had put up, which read “Never burn the books!” seemed to push most people off to other areas. But it was getting harder to find easy starters, former college students were lazier than most, and with September settling in with colder weather, he figured more and more would come.
“Hey,” he said, waving and smiling at them. They looked like college students who had just happened to survive the Event. They were probably still in the dorms. “Haven’t seen other people in awhile. You guys doing okay? You’re grabbing some books?” He glanced pointedly at the sign.
A guy in a leather jacket looked back at the sign and said, “Some dumbass librarian must’ve put that up, man.” He’d clearly decided Sylar was just out of college himself, by his band shirt and easygoing clothes. “We’ve been cold, and who’s going to miss political histories?”
Sylar shrugged and said, “I dunno. You never know what could be useful.” By then, he was close enough. He pulled his knife and jabbed it directly into the man’s throat. He’d stabbed the second one in the gut before they had even noticed what was happening. The third went for his weapon, some sort of bent pipe, but Sylar got to him first. He had found he enjoyed using a knife. He always ended up in close-up battles anyway, and no one bothered to watch for a knife, from him. He guessed he still managed to give off the air of an unarmed man.
“I have good news for you,” he said, squatting down to talk to the guys as they finished bleeding out. He wiped his bloody knife on one of their pant legs. “You don’t have to worry about being cold anymore.”
He left the bodies in front of the sign. Now people knew it was serious, and they might attract rats, which he could then catch. He collected the books they had been in the process of taking, sighing that they’d gotten blood on them. Carefully, he replaced them on the shelf. Then he went about the business of taking everything valuable from the bodies, including that leather jacket. It also had blood on it, but it would be dry by the time he got back ‘home’.
He never told anyone about his trips to the library. The way he told the rest of his group, his scavenging just took that extra hour. He generally collected enough food and materials that no one questioned it, but he did know someone was bound to notice, someday. He’d just have to play it by ear when that happened.
Getting back to camp, the man he arrived in London with noticed him first. “Zane? Good catch today, it looks like.” That smile quickly faded, however, replaced with a look of concern. “You’re making yourself a target- you should’ve come back earlier.”
He smiled and shrugged, pulling some more canned goods out of his backpack. “You know me, I’m good at being sneaky. I’ll be fine.”
“I expect people will be getting more and more desperate as we go along here. You might be ambushed,” came the worried reply.
“I know. I’m careful.” He stared up at the other man. “I am. Here, I found you another book on soil contamination.”
The concerns were instantly forgotten. Sylar knew his audience, after all.
Name: Amy
Are you over 18?: Yes
Contact details: siderealtime on Plurk
Email address: eliada@gmail.com
Do you play any other characters here?: No.
Character Details:
Character name: Gabriel Gray, known as Sylar. He’s currently using the name Zane Taylor.
Fandom/Series: Heroes, canon point is season 1, episode 16: "Unexpected"
History: This page is about Sylar, and this page details his Season One exploits.
Personality: Sylar is a serial killer who enjoys ‘playing characters’ of his own. As a result of me bringing him during his time impersonating Zane Taylor, he’ll probably continue to assume that identity for quite some time. As Zane, he is slightly more optimistic about things and tends to have nervous tics, like pulling on his sleeves. As time goes on, these personality quirks of ‘Zane’ will probably fade.
Sylar himself is a man trying desperately to be ‘special.’ He craves validation from people, whether it be in the form of respect, awe, or fear. Sylar himself behaves in a manner that coincides with antisocial personality disorder, what many people term as sociopathic or psychopathic. He can’t seem to form connections to others, easily lies and manipulates people, has little regard for others, and doesn’t seem to show remorse or guilt. Now, some of the blame for this is placed on his intuitive aptitude ability, which has pushed him to try and understand everything, to the point of looking into people’s brains. However, even with that ability missing, he still has a traumatic event in his childhood that could have easily contributed to an emotional disconnect. Even though he’ll be on a slightly more even keel due to the lack of intuitive aptitude, he won’t automatically transform into a normal person without his powers.
It’s quite the opposite, actually. Because Sylar places such a high importance on his special abilities (they do make him special, after all), losing them will make him desperate to get things back to the way they were. When he’s made up his mind about what he wants, he’s the sort of person to do everything possible to get it, so he’ll likely be determined to try and fix the problem as quickly as possible.
He has a number of issues he doesn’t handle well emotionally. One is the topic of parents. His father supposedly abandoned them when he was young, and his mother smothered him. He responds well to the latter, and is still always on the lookout for some sort of father figure. Another thing that pushes his buttons is being talked down to. He hates being mocked and will go out of his way to get back at people who dismiss him.
Either of those things will distract him from a goal, but otherwise he’s generally unflappable. He will do anything he needs to in order to survive and thrive. He tends to think quickly and be quite adaptable, and logically thinks through solutions to problems before implementing them. All of these traits will hopefully serve him well once everything’s started falling apart in London.
Specialist skills: Sylar is extremely mechanically-minded. Even though he won’t have his intuitive aptitude, he still has fifteen years of experience in watchmaking and running his own shop. Unfortunately, this means his knowledge will be rather unusually spotty. His area of expertise tends to be smaller objects- anything that resembles clockwork in any way- but he also remembers how to fix what he’s fixed before. He certainly won’t know how to do something like fix a car, but he can probably figure out how to fix a generator. One advantage he does have is that he expects to be able to figure things out, so he’ll be more willing than most to give working on something a try. He’s also fought for his survival before, and although his hand-to-hand skills leave something to be desired, he’s not bad at all with a blunt weapon. What will probably be most helpful of all are his survival instincts. His adaptability in high-pressure, changing situations were what helped keep him alive and free in his world. It’s likely what will help here.
In his home universe, Sylar has the abilities of intuitive aptitude, telekinesis, shattering, freezing, and melting.
Equipment List: Winter weather clothes (including a heavy coat), a broken Sylar watch. He travels pretty light.
Sample:
Third Person Sample: (slight warning for violence- PG-13ish)
By the third month, most of ‘Zane’ was gone. Oh, he hadn’t stopped going by that name, but any of the little quirks he had given the man, or copied from the real Zane, had disappeared. Most people would probably attribute it to the situation, so why bother holding onto it? When asked about where he was at three and four in the morning, he nervously explained that he hadn’t been able to sleep well since ‘the Event’, and figured going out early to scrounge might be more helpful. That seemed to be enough of Zane for the time being.
He spent most of his early morning hours on the hunt for information, food, parts. He had a system, a pattern that he searched in to cover the most area and still know where he’d been, but it made little sense to anyone else. He stopped trying to explain it his third week, and by then people expected him to handle himself.
Once the sun came up, he would head to the library for an hour or two. He had grown extremely fond of the Maughan Library at Kings College, and always spent some time looking through archives, old newspapers, whatever he could find that could give some hint as to how they got there and how they could return. Unfortunately, without electricity, a lot of recent history was just entirely lost. Scientific data was hard to come by. He still kept searching.
Today, he caught some people carrying books out, talking about how they’d stay warm tonight. This happened occasionally, but he was surprised to find it here. Generally, the sign he had put up, which read “Never burn the books!” seemed to push most people off to other areas. But it was getting harder to find easy starters, former college students were lazier than most, and with September settling in with colder weather, he figured more and more would come.
“Hey,” he said, waving and smiling at them. They looked like college students who had just happened to survive the Event. They were probably still in the dorms. “Haven’t seen other people in awhile. You guys doing okay? You’re grabbing some books?” He glanced pointedly at the sign.
A guy in a leather jacket looked back at the sign and said, “Some dumbass librarian must’ve put that up, man.” He’d clearly decided Sylar was just out of college himself, by his band shirt and easygoing clothes. “We’ve been cold, and who’s going to miss political histories?”
Sylar shrugged and said, “I dunno. You never know what could be useful.” By then, he was close enough. He pulled his knife and jabbed it directly into the man’s throat. He’d stabbed the second one in the gut before they had even noticed what was happening. The third went for his weapon, some sort of bent pipe, but Sylar got to him first. He had found he enjoyed using a knife. He always ended up in close-up battles anyway, and no one bothered to watch for a knife, from him. He guessed he still managed to give off the air of an unarmed man.
“I have good news for you,” he said, squatting down to talk to the guys as they finished bleeding out. He wiped his bloody knife on one of their pant legs. “You don’t have to worry about being cold anymore.”
He left the bodies in front of the sign. Now people knew it was serious, and they might attract rats, which he could then catch. He collected the books they had been in the process of taking, sighing that they’d gotten blood on them. Carefully, he replaced them on the shelf. Then he went about the business of taking everything valuable from the bodies, including that leather jacket. It also had blood on it, but it would be dry by the time he got back ‘home’.
He never told anyone about his trips to the library. The way he told the rest of his group, his scavenging just took that extra hour. He generally collected enough food and materials that no one questioned it, but he did know someone was bound to notice, someday. He’d just have to play it by ear when that happened.
Getting back to camp, the man he arrived in London with noticed him first. “Zane? Good catch today, it looks like.” That smile quickly faded, however, replaced with a look of concern. “You’re making yourself a target- you should’ve come back earlier.”
He smiled and shrugged, pulling some more canned goods out of his backpack. “You know me, I’m good at being sneaky. I’ll be fine.”
“I expect people will be getting more and more desperate as we go along here. You might be ambushed,” came the worried reply.
“I know. I’m careful.” He stared up at the other man. “I am. Here, I found you another book on soil contamination.”
The concerns were instantly forgotten. Sylar knew his audience, after all.