Description: A dour man of middle years, Gabriel is most often seen in a bright green hooded cloak he favors for Kindred gatherings. Loud stimuli and sudden movement are about the only things that seem to break the perpetual trance he exists in. Some might mistake him for a Malkavian in that he is prone to sudden prophetic outbursts and speaking in riddles that only later are shown to have been warnings of impending danger. He has a penchant to talk to inanimate objects in strange manners, more interested in the tales they tell than the owners.
"Like dude! He like totes doesn't like play by rules. Sometimes I think he's like just like pretending he's like a Tremere when he's like actually a Malk." - Karma
"He has always been a great asset to his Clan and has always helped out San Antonio." - Mad Dog Jack
There is a rhythm to his head motions that can only be interpretted by other tremere.
He seems to like counting items that people wear, searching for a specific number without explaination.