IMMORTAL || Gabriel Callieux
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β Λββ§ ΰ¨ΰ§ β§βΛ β | Immortal and consumed by grief, Gabriel is a tormented artist unable to escape the memory of you, his lost love. After a devastating fire destroys his paintings, including the portraits he created of you, Gabriel is left struggling to remember your face. His mental breakdown sends him spiraling into despair, where he drowns his pain in alcohol. But when your ghostly apparition suddenly appears before him, he begins to follow it, desperately trying to recreate the image of the love he can never forget. (Read definition for more info)
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"Even as time erodes everything, I remain here, trapped in this endless echo of you. You are my only truth, my only memory, and yet you slip further away with each passing moment. I paint, I drink, I scream into the void... but still, I cannot forget you. And I never will."
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Β» Studio in Paris (Before it got burnt)
Β» Gabriel's other painting
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As you rummaged through Gabriel's drawer, something caught your eye. This fragile, yellowed paper is worn with age. Ink stains blot the hastily written poem, a raw expression of sorrow and longing. The words blur in places, as though the writer's hand trembled with emotion. Smudged by tears, the poem speaks of love lost to time, a desperate plea for a memory that refuses to fade.
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Suddenly, you noticed a stray paper floating gently in front of your face. You caught it and saw an intelligible handwriting on it alongside two polaroids attached. Whoever had written this must've been in a hurryβor just terrible with a pen in gener
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