Full Name: Gabriel Lucante Lynch
Age: 38
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 180lbs
Eye Color: Dark Grey
Hair Color: Black
Occupation: OUTLOOK Project - Asset

Talents/Skills:
Trained in Chinese Boxing (Ving Tsun Variant)
Various Military Training
Post Psychology and Philosophy Graduate from Berkley





Brief History: Born in Northern California, in the Anderson Valley of Mendicino County. Comptche, to be exact. He was born to a family reknown for their intense participaition in a rather large a flourishing methamphetamine manufacturing project. The broken home, to say the least, did well in forcing him to grow up very young - and by the time he was 16, he was doing his own hand in his personal "outdoor" activities, which lead him to begin acquiring a large sum of money for himself. One day while working on his precarious "crop" which he orchestrated far out on one of many set location on the local logger's land (having to sneak out to his various 'gureilla' zones on a 100 engine dirt bike, and having to hike countless bags of nutrience to the countless zones all along the Anderson Valley) he came to inspect one of the usual federally funded surveillace helicopters, which flew the Valley in ordinay fashion, to search for people like him. Having grown up in such a fashion, his zone was perfectlly naturalized, and his personal attire camoflauged enough to never be seen. Albeit; it did purge it's way into his psyche. He did not want to spend the rest of his life like this, as his family had. Growing illegal marijuana garden after garden, either on his family's land (which was far too deviant to attempt anyway) or to continue his process of personal growing, on logger land. Thus, he accumulated the rest of his personal fortune by the time he was 21, to put himself through college. By this time, he had found his solace from his drug induced family's horrible method of fellowship and family standard, in the beauty of martial arts. He had found himself well versed in the art of Ving Tsun, an elaborate variant of Chinese Boxing; training rigorously in this deadly art for the majority of his known life. Finally making his way out of Mendocino, he headed south - enrolling in Berkley, and spending the next six years studying in depth in Philosophy, Psychology, and Agriculture and Natural Resources. All the while, staying quite fixated with his interest in the martial arts. After graduating, he found himself empty yet again. Having gone through relationship after relationship, he also found himself quite content to live alone. Be it the memory of the horrible action after action his father had committed on his mother, and then the even more virulent action of repracation his mother had exacted on his father (which included dousing his room in gasoline and lighting a match, while he slept in it - which he somehow had lived through, albeit for horrible burn scarring which had been inflicted on him physically) he found little solace in those of the opposite sex. No, he enjoyed a solitary life - and any attempt he made to remedy that, was lacking. Thus, he turned to a rather unforseen direction - military. First, he went through a brief tour in the Marine Corps, spending approximately 4 years in their service. Finding this direction to be misguided, he then abandoned his career in the Armed Forces to instead be enlisted in a security corporation which he had been exposed to while in his tour in Iraq. None other, then the now infamous Blackwater Worldwide. The personal security branch, that the United States employed involving the Iraqi government. Spending approximately 10 years under their service, he went through the factions of their Security Consulting branch, the Blackwater K-9 branch (which included training canines to work in patrol capacities as war dogs, explosives and drug detection, and various other roles for military and law enforcement duties), and the Blackwater Maritime Solutions. Though beyond all of this, he spent the most time in the Greystone Limited branch - which was a private security service employed by third country nationals for offshore security work through its affiliate Satelles Solutions, Inc. After taking a leave of absence from his involvement in such a corporation, he found solace yet again in a small home Massachuetts, rather near Arkham. He had heard of the rather horrifying rumors which revolved around the place - and found the call in his mind (which seemed to him almost akin to the thrall of some unseen beckon) practically impossible to ignore. It was as if the putrid burnt face of his father was in his skull everytime he shut his eyes - yelling at him, chasing him which that metal pole he used to beat him to the ground with, to the sanctuary of Arkham. One night, at a rather frequented bar outside Arkham, he was approached by a certain Aniel Rousseau; and after a long talk of militaristic fashion - she briefed him in a very vague manner on the concept of a certain OUTLOOK Project, in the surrounding area. Intruiged, as he was rather frusterated with his career in Blackwater, he pursued deeper. The following included a countless array of physological testing, interview after interview, the deepest background check he had ever received, and then ... more testing of various degree. After another year of inspection, he was then brought into OUTLOOK, after cutting every possible tie he could hold to Blackwater. Essentially becoming invisible to the outside world, he began his treacherous career in OUTLOOK - working very closely underneath Ms. Rousseau, and eventually earning himself a team of six men. All trained, and very effecient in their personal edge of employment. And thus, the rest will become history...