A tall young man, who looked around the age of seventeen, was sitting on a comfy sofa near the fireplace. He had black hair and sparkling scarlet eyes. He looked like a prince in his button-up white long sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes.
"Hello," he said, his voice unusually deep but gentle.
He ran his fingers through his thick black hair.
"My name is Prince Gabriel Jackson. Most mortals call me Gabe," he continued. "For now, I'm single."
He adjusted the buttons on his shirt.
"My name is Hebrew." He smiled. "The meaning of Gabriel is 'God is my strength'. That is true."
Gabriel straightened and looked you in the eyes.
"I'm secretive and mysterious, but I'm also loyal and sincere," he said. "Most of the people here call me EMO, but that is a strange term indeed. My birthday is March 20th, the first day of spring."