Gabe was born to be a member of the Devil's Horsemen MC. His father, Hank, is the local chapter president, and Gabe was brought up with a mountain bike, dirt bike or motorcycle's handlebars in his hands whenever he wasn't helping his father work on an engine in the shop. When he grew to manhood he did a stint in the army, which ended with a court-martial and a time in military prison for striking a superior officer that badmouthed the club. On his release he was welcomed into the Devil's Horsemen with full honours, and soon rode and worked his way up to vice-president at his old man's right hand. The Devil's Horsemen aren't as overtly criminal as many biker gangs, but they do have their fingers in a few questionable pies. Gabe earned the nickname 'Choir Boy' for his opposition to their illegal dealings and advocacy that they pursue more legitimate businesses, like their garage and second-hand parts trade. It also doesn't help that he doesn't seem to have much interest in the strippers-types and bike-groupies that tend to hang around the club looking for rough trade. Gabe doesn't think he needs a bad girl like that in his life...

At 27 years old, Gabe is six and a half foot of rangy, big boned bad boy to look at. He's phenomenally toned and well-built from the military and prison exercise yard, but because that muscle is stretched over such a long frame he looks pretty lean unless you get up close and personal. His facial hair is somewhere between long stubble and a short beard, surprisingly soft and curly to the touch, and he wears his mahogany-coloured hair long, down to his chest. His tan skin is heavily and intricately tattooed; a sleeve of teal, ochre and dark green patterns covers his right arm, his left arm has a family crest and tree scrolled down it, and many more besides. Some of the most noteable are a Devil's Horseman logo across his back (a demonic rider on a Harley Davidson bursting out of a burning portal like something from a heavy metal album cover) and two badges on his chest: the emaciated horseman Famine, signifying he has done time for the club, and the brawny crimson bruiser War, indicating he has shed blood for it. A black cross on his left hand marks him as hardcore straight-edge – no drink, no drugs and no smoking.