Gabriel Delaney
Years spent in New Orleans thus far have been the greatest (and worst) of his life. Emerging a young neonate in 1992 with a dark haired woman on his heels like a Warden and calling him “Angel” in syrupy tones. It all eventually saw his release into society, but before he even had a shot at success Katrina came and the pair vanished to Baton Rouge.
In 2012 he had his third resurrection, returning alone. Some careful conversations with Avery Meeks had him sliding into a space among the Eyes, his rather specialized modern solutions offered openly to the members of the various Krewes he’d come across. In every hand he touches a simple business card bearing blue angel wings and a number handed out as though he owned stock in them.
Back in the Quarter at last, he’s set up shop at Oz, one of his favorite places from happier days. It won’t last forever, but a youthful face will buy him some time, at least. Often found in the middle of the thumpa thumpa, sometimes dancing, other times tucked at a corner table with the entire surface set up to his electronic pleasure. Drinking in the good life in every way he sees fit, but always seeming to be on the search for something /else/.
