Gabriel Anderson

 Born in Ohio, Gabriel was born to a strict catholic family who pride itself on generation after generation of men joining as it was deemed the 'family business' this being priesthood. His father had long since retired from his robes and put a lot of pressure on the young man growing up, punishing him whenever he would speak out or reject the bible. This essential brainwashing directed Gabriel down one path, priesthood. He joined the local Seminary when he was young and studied hard, harder than his upper classmen and preached the bible more than his teachers would. However, when he turned twenty, he learned that he would need to wait five more years if he wanted to become a priest proper.

That night he left. Packing his things, his clothes, his beads a cross and his bible he kept since he was a boy, stole a priest's robes and set out. He didn't know where he was going but he trusted that God had a plan for him, and had a plan for him, he did.

Arriving in Baltimore Gabriel was starving, his book had gone ragged with the number of times it was tossed on the ground while men robbed him of everything he had. After getting something to eat from thankfully a lovely old woman who he kept company with a short prayer, he made his way through the woods through a 'shortcut' that some locals told him about. And when he reached the Silver Lake, he knelt down on his suitcase and silently prayed.

He didn't know what for. He didn't know why he did. He just knelt there silently praying, hoping to hear something... feel something... and something he did feel... A pulling. The rapture maybe? No, it was too quiet for that, he almost got his hopes up. He had to change out of his clothes because they had started to sink with filth and into his robes that weren't really his and made his way further into the woods when he saw it... something beautiful... The Golden Church of Christ.

He was let inside by the priest who had finished giving a sermon and was given a bed to rest in and food to eat. And there he slept through the night. Unaware of the horrors that lurked in the shadows of the church.