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[color=6ecff6]Name:[/color] Abel Revnik
[color=6ecff6]Gender:[/color] Male
[color=6ecff6]Age: [/color]Unknown
[color=6ecff6]Species:[/color] Unknown

[color=6ecff6]Appearance[/color]
Upon first glance Abel looks like just another guy with his own style, atleast seen from his left side. On the right side of his face there's a long scar that stretches from his hairline down to his jaw, tendrils of marred skin reaching up to his pierced ear through the thin beard. The long charcoal black hair hangs loose, looking more like a rat's nest with choppy bangs going everywhich way. Standing no taller than 6'1" his doesn't weigh more than 180 lbs, the pinnacle of a humanoid string bean.

The muted blue eyes seem as devoid of color as his ghostly pale skin, a cigarette seen dangling from his fingers more often than not. The most tentative observer would note that he never wears a shirt that comes above the elbow and doesn't show anything of his chest or back. He never wears anything other than faded cargo pants that are either olive green or faded black with worn out leather flip flops. The only jewelry he has is a black leather cuff with a single silver buckle on his right wrist and both ears pierced with several steel rings from tip to lobe.

[color=6ecff6]Personality[/color]
Hardly any words are ever stated when Abel is out and about, giving more of a nod of his head or a smile than actually speaking. Otherwise he quietly goes about his own way, trying to be a wall flower despite sticking out like a sore thumb to the citizens of Shivering Bay.

The shop keepers to the stores he does frequent often have cracked his shell somewhat, finding that he's quite polite and soft spoken. By their accounts he's quite the gentleman. Or is he?

[color=6ecff6]Bio[/color]
The only real papertrail, whether physical or digital, starts in Shivering Bay with Abel Revnik renting one of the most expensive houses directly on the south beach. Even his name wasn't publically known until a clerk at city hall dug up the paperwork since the house was being rented out by them, the previous owner having passed away from old age. When his name is plugged into the system nothing pops up in the police database for anywhere in the world. It's as if he came out of thin air.

On a day to day basis  the citizens keep a watchful eye on him, of which he is well aware of but it doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. Mondays he stops at the five and dime store, always purchasing a new spiral bound journal and a pack of clove cigarettes. The cashiers actually started a betting game to see which  journal cover color he bought. Wednesdays he makes one quick trip to the bakery, getting a dozen cupcakes. They too have a betting game to see which flavor he gets. Fridays he leisurely strolls through the farmer's market whether they suspect, by deduction of what he buys, is that he's a vegetarian.

All in all Abel Revnik seems to keep to himself, but no one can figure out what he is. There's no wings, no horns, no tail, no fur, he just seems plain which in a world where all of those aspects are every day sightings he's unsettling to those that do have them, which is everyone.