[hider=Abraham Gene]
[h3][u][b]Basic Information[/b][/u][/h3]

[b]Name:[/b] 
[INDENT][color=a36209]Abraham D. Gene[/color][/INDENT]
[b]Nickname/Alias/Etc:[/b] 
[INDENT]Abe; Golem; Cassowary[/INDENT]
[b]Gender:[/b] 
[INDENT]Male[/INDENT]
[b]Age:[/b] 
[INDENT]28[/INDENT]
[b]Height:[/b] 
[INDENT]6'4"[/INDENT]
[b]Weight:[/b] 
[INDENT]203 lbs.[/INDENT]
[b]Home District:[/b] 
[INDENT]Foreign to Baybridge.[/INDENT]

[h3][b][u]Appearance[/u][/b][/h3]

[b]Hair Color:[/b]
[INDENT]Black[/INDENT] 
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[INDENT]Amber[/INDENT] 
[b]Ethnicity:[/b]
[INDENT]African-American and Caucasion mix[/INDENT] 
[b]Physical Appearance & Attire:[/b]
[INDENT]Abraham is imposing, brutish; he stands a few inches above six feet, with an athletically fit body from years of working out. He's muscular everywhere you look, and is surmounted by broad shoulders. He is a man who seemingly carries himself with such esteem you would think that nothing could touch him. As an African-American mix, his skin is a brown soil color, and is far enough into his years to not worry about acne, and his complexion is good, for he has no natural blemishes but the scars and scrapes from his rough and tumble life. Among his collection includes a bright, whitened stripe across his thumb - and if you hadn't known better, you would've thought it was cut off at some point or another. Others include scrapes and burn scars all over his hands and a couple on his arms and legs, which appear to be nothing more than rough housing mementos. A notable one, however, is one that stretches across the right side of his abdomen over to his left. That one he laughs about and claims it had occurred during a knife fight.

The structure of his face is mostly angular, but as we go down towards his lower face, his jaw squares off the bottom of his head. He has thick eyebrows and lashes which frames intense amber eyes, and his black hair is dreaded all the way down to an inch below his shoulder blades. His hair, though, is most of the time held back in a loose ponytail gently tied back by two other dreadlocks. Otherwise, his hair would've been left to frame his oval face and drape over his shoulders. It is safe to say he has been blessed with good genes. He walks and talks with such charming demeanor, holding himself in such a way that exudes confidence and invokes envy, and he knows it! So predictably, he likes to utilize that to his advantage as a reliable asset. He has a strong, projecting voice that bears a slight Boston accent. 

There isn't any one particular outfit that he leans to - he has many of them. The style may change from a punk vibe, to relaxed, sometimes classy, sporty, whatever. He generally has a jacket though, usually a denim jacket or a leather one, or a black pea coat if he's feeling particularly chilly that day - though he typically avoids wearing shirts with long sleeves. He usually avoids shorts. What kind of jeans or pants doesn’t really matter to him, but he tends to shoot for jeans that are baggy around legs but tends to tighten around his waist, providing comfort and a secure fit. His shoes are boots, almost always boots. Though it may change according to the situation - sports often call for sneakers, and a fancy outing requires more refined dress shoes. These he has, which were custom made for his feet. But mostly, Abraham goes for clothing that is relaxed and easy to move in – it is worth noting that, having come from a wealthy family, he is more accustomed to a costly wardrobe. V neck shirts are a common occurrence in his wardrobe, shirts without sleeves are too. A fabric belt is always seen around his waist, and he never seems to wear gloves, as he prefers to work with his hands... directly.

If he's on the job, well... he's got an outfit custom made for that. Let's just say it's a matching set, black, sleeveless, flexible and very tough. It was actually based off the 218 suits that students wear in practice or in the arena. Except geared to be more utilitarian.[/INDENT]

[h3][b][u]Personality[/u][/b][/h3]

[b]Innate & Outward Personality:[/b]
[INDENT]Outwardly, Abraham is charming, forward, and proud. A peculiar mixture of relaxed and energetic are what makes up his disposition. He's talkative in the right crowd and has very many stories to share regarding his hijinks, adventures, and mishappens he has experienced throughout the extent of his life. He is exceptionally charismatic in that he can put a smile on your face or instill fear in your mind when he wants to, and he knows how to sweet talk his way out of different situations. However, Abraham is also incredibly arrogant and borderline narcissistic. He is the type of person to view another as far beneath him and rarely sees another at his own level. This is a given, considering the fashion in which he was raised and expectations of others he has been accustomed to. He expects others to listen to him, do as he requests, or he sees it as some sort of challenge. He has a large presence and a forceful voice, coupled with charm, people tend to see him as a leader, and further, he isn't stingy. He can pay you back rather handsomely if you do him a favor or if you get on his good side. This being said, he isn't very frequently refused and so his ugly side isn't seen as often one might expect, but that isn't to say it's hard to draw it out.

His allegiances often align with those that provide him the greatest benefit for himself, or is of greater influence than, say, a person with little control over the great machine. That said, he can be regarded as selfish, preferring to think of himself before others. This is obvious in politics. He doesn't consider himself a Republic or Democrat. Moral values don't mean terribly much to him. But being in the high upper class with his father, Abraham is more likely to vote for a candidate that benefits him. Those candidates, in result, usually tend to be in favor of capitalism and of the elite class. He doesn't give a damn about religion, and immigration is a mixed bag, as it can prove both beneficial and detrimental to some aspects of economy; mostly good, so he doesn't really care about your ethnicity. Any other moral issue that the rest of the country struggles with doesn't bother him. He considers himself above another according to social hierarchy, so unless you have a lot of money, friends, and/or popularity, he'll probably overlook you much like a elephant that overlooks an ant.
 
This is not to suggest that Abe is not a clever person - he certainly is. That may well be part of his downfall, knowing he's not dumb, and only adds to his cockiness. He's educated, his father likely would have bought his way into a prestigious school of business, but Abe kinda shirked that, so he's just got the general gist of everything. But his training as an agent also taught him plenty of things to make himself effective. While strategizing in the heat of the moment is not his strong suit, if he's given time to prepare, he can come up with a few ideas that can get the job done. His smarts is mostly a hodgepodge of common sense, street-wit, cunning, and some unconventional cleverness, supplemented by whatever pieces of bookish info he's picked up over the years.

Abraham isn't past manipulation or playing dirty. He'll use you to get what he wants if that's what it takes, and if you're no longer a useful tool, he'll likely drop almost all communication with you. However, this isn't a common occurrence, because let's be real here: he already has so much! Any ulterior motives he might have that would require another person to do things for him, he could easily get it done by paying them off with a bribe or forcing it through intimidation, or just straight up getting it done himself - and he likes to play rough. The only reason for a hands-on man like himself to resort to such matters is because losing isn't an option in his book. He goes by the nuclear effect: if insulted, attacked, or provoked, he will retaliate in turn with ten times the severity. This is one of the prime reasons nobody likes to mess with him. Abraham is simply far too much trouble than he is worth fighting with. He's always up for a scuffle and he isn't held back by any rules when he does.

The ladies are an entirely different story with him though. He is remarkably flirtatious. If you are a woman, and whether you express an interest in him or not, you will be assaulted with the most fervent case of wanton promiscuity your unsullied virginity (or otherwise) had ever endured. In any other case, his flirtatiousness spares not a single bosom as long as it meets Abraham's qualifications of "hot diggity damn". This take-no-prisoners disposition also gives him a confident "bad boy" vibe that, hell, some people are into. Though not always are his advances accepted, he sometimes takes it in stride should he not be interested in taking part in "the hunt", but there are times when a different sect of his ugly side appears.

 Should those advances be neglected, it's almost as if his eyes are trained on that one person. He needs what he can't have, you know? It's a running problem with rich people. However, should the neglect continue, there's another side of him that can be seen: his reprehensible sexism. As if the subtle objectification of women he appears to portray wasn't as clear an indicator, consistent refusal will prompt him to apply the label of "prude" to said female. Subtle hints of his sexism can be seen in casual conversations where he seems to imply some extent of inferiority, however, this aspect of his personality is only shown in very specific turns of the conversation and isn't always identifiable, as Abe is nothing but adept at turning the current of the conversation to highlight his qualities, rather than underscore his shortcomings.

Innately, Abraham is a very angry and lost individual. He doesn't care what the world wants, he's just out here trying to make his own way and survive, climb and scratch his way to the top. Perhaps that's better achieved if he hadn't left the roost. So he's lost. He cares solely for himself and, if possible, he'd take out his rage on the environment around him. He has a lot of pent up rage and individuality. Of course, his relationship for his family is less than ideal, and he holds contempt for his father in many regards (though mingled in is some respect). The death of his little brother has deeply affected him and his ability to trust anybody, and when he looks around him, all he sees are two faced liars who'd be eager to backstab him over whatever meager lump of cash they can get their hands on. These feelings are deep, deep inside him, and it is these feelings where he is able to harvest his ferocity in a fight. But on top of that are layers upon layers of a persona he has chosen to portray himself as. A mask that is so esoterically weaved and layered over these feelings, that he can hide it from even himself at times. It became a persona that he actually connects to and feels everything it is supposed to feel, and this persona runs so deep he may as well have created a new person.[/INDENT] 
[b]Hobbies/Interests:[/b]
[INDENT]Sports, women, a good ol' rumble, music - baby, life is one big beauty pageant, and Abraham is Simon Cowell. He also likes keeping busy. It keeps him from getting too dull.[/INDENT]
[b]Skills/Talents:[/b] 
[INDENT]Abraham was provided with many opportunities in his life, as such, he was able to build up quite a set of skills. When it comes to athletics, he's in a niche of his own. He has taken defense programs at the behest of his father at an early age, and took up krav maga, an Israeli art. He had worked his way up pretty high in dojo’s ranks, but due to abusing the teachings he had received there, he was refused any further services before he could advance to their equivalent of a black belt. That aside, the actual self-defense training has managed to stick with him to this day. He always did participate in sports like soccer, football, basketball, and basically anything that was competitive and could get his blood flowing. He was also ran track in school, did free running on the side. In his spare time, when he was unable to participate in athletics (being sick, hurt, rainy day, etc.), Abraham worked to gain a fair measure of musical talent and managed to carve himself a little place in stringed instruments: he's had lessons in guitar, but over time, he grew frustrated with the instrument. Naturally, he gravitated towards drums, which seemed to fit his alley perfectly what with it being a very active instrument in comparison.

Abe is most practiced in his superhuman abilities, and he knows how to use it well - he derives a great deal of pride in learning how to utilize his abilities to their fullest extent. During his practice, he learned a few tricks that he keeps up his sleeves when the going gets especially rough. In fact, he is so proud of his meta blood, that he seeks to master his ability - although his personality would have him tell others that he already has.

Abe has been able to keep his head down for the most part. His father and his far reaching influence (money has really long arms) is mostly to thank for that, but later in his life, Abe has received training from two different organizations as an agent. Weapons training, precision aiming, survival, espionage, communications (military signing, ASL, South American Spanish) and knows how to use a wide variety of equipment. Computers, while not his niche, he can still find his way around them. If he can't find the information he needs, he's likely been supplied with the equipment necessary that can do it for him, or imprint all the information so someone else can do it for him. And, while not his preferred approach, his training has him almost specialized for stealth missions. Unless it's absolutely imperative, he's more than likely to willingly blow his cover because it's more fun that way.

Most valuably, his last employer taught their agents tricks to block telepaths from reading their minds. Is he immune? Heavens no. It's an active effort, but naturally being suspicious of everyone has made it second nature.[/INDENT]
[b]Goals/Motivation[/b]
[INDENT]Really, Abe is just pushing onward to see the next day. He doesn't have much driving him forward other than the death of his lite brother. He wants to make it to the top, but that's such a vague goal, there's no real sense of direction getting him there. And if he takes out some of the kind of bastards that killed Sam, then that's just convenient.[/INDENT]
[b]History/Bio:[/b]
[INDENT]Abraham was born to a very wealthy family. His father is a director of an oil company, so that said, they were extremely well off. The mother left early in his childhood, leaving him with not much of a mother figure aside from the maids that were paid to service the family. Aside from that, there isn't much to be said about his early youth. He was provided with an extensive above-average education, regularly encouraged to do well in the private school for the upper class in which he was enrolled in, so that he may excel much like his father – his father, speaking of which, never really had the time to behave as a proper parent or role model to the boy, so Abe was mostly raised by the servants (who ran the risk of losing their jobs if they did anything the family thought was crossing boundaries). This, predictably, can lead to some peculiar growing up patterns.

When Abe was five, he got a little brother. A half-brother, in all honesty, but they were brothers nonetheless. They grew up together from then on. As soon as Abe was old enough to get into sports, he did, and he found it exhilarating. The adrenaline and competition meant everything to him - he wanted to win, to be the best, and feel magnificent while doing so, as though he were on top of the world. He didn't receive much support from his father, who tended to just look at him and expected improvement the next time around - that's how the world in economics worked, after all. Unfortunately, it was twisted into a vicious cycle and it eventually developed a sense of self-frustration within Abraham. That he had to be better, otherwise he wasn't good enough. Him and his brother, as they got older, always wrestled. He got into track, played on teams in sports, which was generally football, basketball, and soccer. 

Of course, some of these routines couldn't continue when it rained or if he got sick or even grounded. There weren’t many extra-curricular activities he thought he could do if those options weren't available to him. So when he was forced to stay home, he managed to pick up a different hobby: guitar lessons. It started simple at first, but when the lessons became more complex, he grew angry with the practice and ditched it entirely. On the bright side, Abe did learn that keeping a beat came easier to him than maintaining a rhythm, so he found himself drawn to drumming. It suited him! The faster paced full-body action of the instrument was appealing to Abe, and started taking lessons in it.

That continued on for a while; sports and music, that is. Eventually, his father found that he wasn't fond of his son's aggressive temperament, and perhaps a top of the line martial arts instructor could help calm him down with some discipline, while providing his son with the means to protect himself should something ever happen. He received these "krav maga" classes when he was fourteen, and at first, they didn't seem to do much good at keeping him down, but as time progressed, he seems better at keeping control of that temper. He was disciplined. However, when it came to sparring, he was ferocious and aggressive and sometimes had to be restrained. His father thought, “Perhaps other activities are necessary?” Among the various solutions were, firstly, outlets where he can learn to socialize properly with others. Here, Abe learned that he had quite the fondness for girls, and how he learned to be the charming devil he was always meant to be (interpret that as you will, sarcastic or not) - and secondly, a way to expend his energy without directing it at another person. So for a very short period of time, Abe was forced to enter gymnastics. While all the acrobatics were cool and fun, Abraham figured he could learn that on his own via free-running without wearing an uncomfortably tight unitard.

His powers began to develop when he was 15. It was an incredibly scary experience for him, seeing how he reacted with stone and all that. He was kept as a dirty little secret for a while before Abe could control it, and it was a secret that stayed strictly between father and son. Apparently, the father knew something about meta-humans, though didn't quite drop the bomb on Abe about it... and although surprised, he wasn't traumatically shocked by the knowledge of his son being one. It took a while, perhaps a week or two, of constant tinkering to learn how to mess with the power, to at least keep it from activating by accident. Enough so that Abe can continue his regular life. He continued his active life as he would, but now with something else to practice on the sideline. He had a double life: a normal one, and then one as a meta-human, where he would practice his abilities when he wasn't doing anything else. 

Soon, he began to realize that it was actually a pretty god damn awesome thing that he could do. Something that made him unique and set him apart! It was something that could also be used to assert the kind of dominance and victories he wanted, and could probably make his dad proud. This pride and cocky attitude got a pretty secure hold on his life, and his confidence affected him in somewhat unpredictable ways. His sparring in martial arts was once again aggressive, and he got kicked out of the dojo when he was 17 for breaking the sternum of another student with a single punch, as well as knocking them ten feet back (it was at that point he learned how to solidify the bones inside his arm for a more powerful blow). This of course pissed off his father.

Life drastically changed when Abe was 18, and they learned when a shooting occurred at a theater killed Abraham's brother. One of the security guards, hired by the father himself, apparently went rogue and held the child for ransom while Abe was at school. The rogue got the money, but the moment cops started moving in, killed the child anyway. The family reacted to the tragedy different. Abe’s father drank until one of his kidneys went bad, and Abe, well.. Abe essentially lost control of himself. He was consumed with rage and distrust and he began losing control of his temper and pent up anger. He spent his time in the bad parts of town, unbeknownst to his father, learning how to use his ability, and then beating the daylights out of people with it. Of course, these people were thugs and other crooks of that nature, making Abe a guy something of a vigilante – the major difference being that his core motivation was personal instead of misplaced nobility. In addition, Abe discovered those street fight circles you can win and get paid for, much like underground boxing with no rules. Naturally, Abe didn't care about the money out of it, it was an outlet for his aggression and anger and he took advantage of it. Ghettos being no strangers to superhumans, he was allowed to use his power. They didn't quite expect Abe's power to basically be made for close fighting. Among the circles, he came to be known as the Golem.

The spree of delinquency hit the fan when Abe got involved in some terrible incident resulting in a death of a man, and all of the commotion grabbed the attention of Abe's father, who was unaware of all of Abraham's behavior meanwhile, and bailed Abe out of prison (he was 19 then), and gave him the loudest lecture of a lifetime. This of course brought to much attention to the family on the press, and he sent his son away to live on his own for a while (with a fair amount of money to live on should he be out of work), so that the director could live in what peace remained. A good place to go was a different busy city swarming with activity and police, in Chicago. Abe went to live there, hoping maybe life there away from home would help to temper his son's behavior, as well as discipline him so that he isn't so willing to resort to his abilities so easily. Though honestly, Abe earnestly disagrees, and believes that his power is a part of who he is and that he should embrace it and not hide it. That being said, he's still going around town performing vigilante work. After a brief lapse of time, an officer caught him about to start a fight with a similarly shady man and Abe was thrown in the Chicago prison for a short night. 

It was about a week after that he received mail from his father expressing his dissatisfaction with Abraham, and included in the mail was a letter concerning the 218 Academy: a place for people with powers like his, to learn control and restraint. Also a place where, his father had at least hoped, would aid in disciplining him. He stayed there for a few years, where the instructors taught him how to better control his powers and himself. It was a growing experience, and while he wasn't able to forget about what happened, he could learn from it. Still, he was never really able to accept it. All the academy had really done for him was to give him better control over his power and teach him to contain and hide all of the turmoil he felt. They just helped him learn how to blend in better.

Fast forward, now he's twenty-one. Where to go from here? That's exactly the train of thought Abe had. He figured there was no point in going back home after the number of times his father cast him aside, just hoping things work out. The Academy noted his affinity for getting into fights and recommended him for NEST off-branch KINGFISHER. He received some of their standard training and was dubbed agent Cassowary.  True to his name, he proved to the others that he was a ruthless agent, and dished out his punishment to the bad guys with extreme prejudice. He left them after his first real mission with them, because although they were the self-proclaimed badasses of NEST, Abe saw them as just some more softies, but with more guns. Abe's restraint and sense of chivalry was also lacking, so they weren't exactly sad to see him go either. He started drifting, with quite a hefty inheritance in his bank. Going from place to place, doing what he usually did and never staying in one place for too long. He made a name for himself as a vigilante, though no one knew his face. He just left a calling card of a big rock on top of each and every goon he left behind, and his old fighter name "Golem" began resurfacing. He didn't want to be a NESTy, as being their pawn was by no means a fun time by the sounds of it. They couldn't even keep up with [i]him[/i]. Why sink to their level?

His career eventually got back to his father. Understandably disappointed, but at a loss of what to do. For Abe was now a grown man - there wasn't any stopping him or disciplining now, so he asked Abe what he thought he should do. Abe honestly wanted to tell him to stuff it, but there was also some benefits that could be reaped her, while possibly salvaging his link to his family (or what was left of it). He asked his father to understand that he was doing what he's doing for Sammy, and if it kept the streets safe as a side result, then that was a bonus. His father became slightly more receptive. Abe then asked him, as his son, to watch his back. Help him stay under the radar, use some of that influence of wealth to get favors done, and erase Abe's name from any of the records outside his old life (such as his KINGFISHER fling, and his record of jail time). His father agreed, as long as the two talked as little as possible. Heartbreaking to be sure, to see that his dad still loved him but was too disappointed to speak with him. He also granted his son a card to a private account, to which his own money would be funding on a bi monthly basis. He hoped that would keep Abe at least somewhat comfortable and alive. Though, somewhat comfortable by their standards might be fine dining in our eyes.

During one of his rest stops, he received a card from a stranger, who then mysteriously vanished. On it, it was a simple job offer as an enforcer. Now, Abe had money, and was tempted to just rip the card up. But his curiosity was piqued. He found the listed address, said the magic word, and he found himself in an empty warehouse, with a couple of important looking people in white coats. They introduced themselves as Administrators of the Hands of Science. Alarming news, yes - they were all over the news then, but he figured that if they wanted him dead, they wouldn't have given him an invitation. They made mention of how they monitor the reports of most meta human cases in America, and the fact that Abe's identity remained a mystery to mainstream media and even NEST databases intrigued them.

Without so much as a warning, their four bodyguards jumped him. Abe, no stranger to fights, reacted quickly. The one that jumped onto his back, Abe ripped off and threw him down on the man rushing toward him from the side. His leg swept around, tripping the one man charging head on, and the fourth moved back to avoid getting hit by his thrown friend. Abe tapped his toe against the ground, and a small chunk of rock erupted from the ground beneath his heel, pushing him forward into Abe's grasp, who then threw him down onto the man that he had tripped. Looking down at the two pairs of men, he raised his arms and let them watch them turn into stone as a warning to stay where they were or else. It also drove home the fact that he didn't need his power to beat them.

And, well, that's how he got his job offer. The card said enforcer, but in reality, he became a REAPER. He got all of the advanced training and top of the line equipment, and he essentially just turned himself into a weapon from then on. The training a REAPER received differed from NEST's by way of intention. NEST typically wanted to incapacitate their target, whereas the Hands wanted their target gone. It complimented his Krav Maga style well, and made him ruthlessly efficient. They valued Abe's anonymity, so they used him as an agent - giving him all the appropriate training. While it didn't put his combat ability to its fullest extent, there were few who were as under the radar as he was. Although registered through the academy, tracing the events to him were almost impossible - especially after his graduation. His ability to hold his own was just... insurance, should he ever be caught. Sometimes his mission was just hanging out in an area and gathering information, and then there were missions where he had to... [i]eliminate[/i] targets. Or plant items someplace, escort jobs, so on. Abe's training was such that he was too valuable to be used as meager bodyguard or nameless soldier. Abe mostly took the job because he was feeling lost at the time, wandering aimlessly, and this helped to give him some sense of direction. He had no real love for the Hands.

Of course, he was called to arms during the Verthaven crisis when the Hands were getting too big for their own good and their base finally under assault. It was when things were getting too hairy, such as the Devil of Verthaven, that Abraham jumped ship and deserted the Hands. Ever since then, he had assassins coming after him. They eventually dwindled down to only a trickle of half assed inconveniences when NEST's finest began hunting down the remainder of their bases thanks to leaked Intel. When the last were finally dealt with, Abe met with relative peace. The seven years between then and now were spent traveling about and evading REAPER agents, former comrades who were then assigned to hunt down the Golem and kill him, and possibly prevent whatever information leak they had - though Abe's lips had been kept sealed. He just carried on doing what he been doing before his time as a REAPER, self-serving vigilante bullshit except on a larger scale thanks to the training he received. From small gangs to business scandals, and once a while, even outing local government. Where he went, similar chaos followed.

This attracted the attention of another mysterious organization, who contacted him through one of their agents: Nightengale. The organization went unnamed in their conversation, but the gist of the idea was that they wanted him to work with them, but not really under them as to prevent drawing any eyes - so quite like a contractor or mercenary, really. They promised him pay and protection, so on and so forth, in trade for his services. As for their intentions, well, they summed it up as "seeing the bigger picture". Abe knew this meant that people on either side could get hurt... but lucky for him, he never played the vigilante to be a hero.

The goal of his first assignment is to dismantle and destroy the Founding Family following the mall massacre by the Black Hound, and to achieve this, the assignment must be divided into separate parts. The first part, they said, was to enlist in RAVEN, one of the two organizations that arose from NEST's ashes. Abraham wasn't very excited about this, they fudged the job in keeping all of the folks alive while simultaneously getting themselves killed, and it sounded counter intuitive to be on the record if he's supposed to stay under the radar. The second part of the assignment is to try to use that position to grant him the authority and additional resources to infiltrate the Founding Family. That way, his employer could get intel on both parties, what information they have, then work on destroying the family from the inside. It might sound easier to join the Family first, but that also made joining RAVEN harder, and would create more red tape blocking his way. Joining RAVEN was for the sake of the long haul and his employers couldn't risk losing that connection. Besides all that, the idea of being a [i]triple agent[/i] sounded [i]really fucking cool.[/i]

So, he's just rolled into Baybridge with every intention to join the organization that used to be his enemy. There's no hard feelings of course, work is work, but hopefully he can get himself to fit in and make a few allies while he is in town... and hopefully they don't catch on that he knows more than he probably should.

His life and the effects various events has influenced who he is as a person drastically. He is a person of dominance – of strength, toughness, street-wit, the bought intellect of private education, cunning, and savagery. He feels that he needs to win in all areas of life, whether it is social, economic, in sports, or in violence. He's entirely self-concerned, conflicted, angry, miserable, and suffers a maelstrom of confusion. His trust in others was totally shredded after it resulted in the cold murder of his baby brother. While he's a charming showboat outwardly, he’s a troubled man and is privately contemptuous for virtually everything. This side of him is never shown to others, and it is rarely ever channeled. Acquaintances come easy to Abraham, but rarely does he consider anyone a genuine friend. As far as he is concerned, the people he allies with are tools for him to use.[/INDENT] 

[h3][u][b]Relationships[/b][/u][/h3]

[b]Family:[/b] 
[INDENT][i]Father:[/i] Kenneth Gene
[i]Mother:[/i] Cheyenne Garter (unknown whereabouts)
[i]Little Brother:[/i] Samuel Gene (dead)[/INDENT]

[b]Dynamics:[/b] 
[indent][h3]| [b]Drake Blackmore (NPC)[/b] |[/h3] | [b]Good as good can get with ol' Abraham[/b] | [b]Friend...ly rivalry...?[/b] | [i]"So there we are, kicking ass, but also seeing who can kick [/i]more[i] ass than the other [/i]while[i] we were kicking ass. Funny. I didn't think he'd turn out to be a RAVEN. I guess he had more daddy problems than I realized.[/i] |
[indent]Abe and Drake went to Academy 218 around the same time as each other. While their personalities were somewhat clashing, they had the good fortune to hit it off from the beginning. Some majestic hand guiding the flow of their conversation, perhaps not withstanding, so that neither one pissed the other off. Still, they made quick allies as they decided to partner up against the rest of the competition in the academy's sports sect - even competing with one another while still on the same team, and it might be safe to say that only made their brotherhood stronger. Though they had parted ways and haven't seen of each other since, surely there are nothing but happy memories and a mutual sense of nostalgia, right? [/indent]

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[h3][b][u]Abilities[/u][/b][/h3]

[b]Power Class:[/b]
[INDENT]Elemental, Mimicry[/INDENT] 
[b]Power:[/b] 
[INDENT]he core feature of Abraham's ability is terrakinesis. He has the capability to manipulate rock and earth and many of its variations to his will, and by extension, anything that is carried by or contained inside it. The possibilities go on for miles: he could form it as he desires, to building structures, or destroying and wreaking havoc with it as he pleases. His range, in theory, is as far as the eye can discern and the power is as strong as his ferocity with it. He could erect giant pillars and spires from the ground as long as there is enough stone in the vicinity to fuel it, as well as rectangular walls and shields - even domes. It’s possible to disconnect these from the ground and send it flying through the air or skidding across the ground and crush the target behind the thousands of pounds of force its impact generates. As Abraham is able to mold stone, he can, if he so chooses, reconstruct damaged structures or sculpt a brand new structure entirely. 

There is just one problem with doing all of that:

Abraham is a very introspective person. The meta-human energy is often considered to be the soul of an individual given form, and how that person views the world through their perception can have a massive influence on what parts of their reality they can control. While Abe acknowledges the world around him, he’s very self-concerned and self-absorbed, so he doesn’t often look more than two steps in front of him (figuratively speaking). This mindset limits the sort of control he can have over the world around him. Outside-terrakinesis is available to him, but only to a degree. His control over rock and the earth falls off dramatically when it’s outside just a few feet, maybe fifteen feet – max – away. He’ll be lucky to create a tripping hazard outside of that range. However, there are additional features of his power that does keep him from being totally useless...

Stone Embodiment: Abraham can morph his whole body into cold, hard stone - or selectively morph different parts of his body. This also causes his body to become much denser, heavier, and durable, allowing him to pack more power at the trade-off of speed. Given his power of stone manipulation, he still retains enough mobility to keep himself moving, though his speed is severely hampered and he lacks the kind of agility he'd usually have. On top of packing a lot of weight behind his punches, the ability to manipulate stone – and thereby even himself, helps him packs tons more power behind his monster hay-makers and grants him super-strength that can compete even with the strongest of superheroes. Abe's wit has helped him think through the different aspects of his power, and so he recognized that, when stone, his own body can be altered as he pleases. He is capable of changing the shape of his own body to serve his purpose - whether it be changing his hands to hammers or blades - the latter being particularly frightful, given how a pointy thing being made of stone and the size of a grown man's arm is being lunged straight through your body, and if you survive that, congratulations asshole! You now have stone sediments coursing through your bloodstream.

Like many superhumans, Abe has a couple of secret weapons, none he'd use lightly. But should the situation ever call for such a measure, he can go stone form. Which is cool in itself, right? Well, from there, Abe can begin an exhaustive process where he takes in the stone from his environment into his own body before his size and mass proliferates into that of a massive golem - easily as tall as telephone poles and weight comparable to mountains. While his standard stone embodiment stands as it is as being extraordinarily durable, turning into the Golem leaves him impervious to almost all physical attacks, attacks on his biological system, and allow him to deal devastating strikes to his foes at the tradeoff of being utterly slow and easy to read. Like, if you get punched by him, it better be because you're tied to a railroad. The patience and tedious process doesn't match well will with Abe's fast-paced and impulsive behavior, but should he ever master it, there isn't a real set limit. The process is exhaustive, but should he ever be able to keep going, he can take in as much as stone as is provided to him and reach colossal levels... though this is, to the fortune of his enemies, restricted by his stamina. The most he would be able to bring himself to do is to be as tall as telephone poles - and, of course, the girth of modern homes. It is in his Golem form that his power is nearly boundless. Strikes he can launch with such power that it can utterly shatter a person's body were they not the most enduring superhuman! However, as a golem, he would lack mobility. He could make huge, massive steps, but at a super slow pace. Everything about him would be slower and predictable, but should he hit somebody, they'd be in for a world of hurt.

He has a unique ability he has only recently been able to work out - regeneration. If he gets a cut, chops off his thumb, he can turn part of his body to stone - or his whole body, if he wishes - and manipulates stone to form to his original body, and have his body turn back to normal, so that the stone thumb that replaced the prior one becomes a fleshy part of his body. Quite literally, he can make replacements. However, there is still the case of the utter soul-wrenching pain that comes with dismemberment. Regeneration isn't an easy process when you're under such a large amount of pain and stress, and it is a somewhat slow process given how what stamina Abraham has left is being put into regrowing a limb whilst under agony - there needs to be stone around that he can take into his body and replace the limb, otherwise, he needs the limb itself. 

What'll be left is very obvious scarring (such as the scar on his thumb) that shows this, but the body part is otherwise fully functional. However, he will still experience aches and phantom pains for a while after the regeneration and it generates trauma on the body. It is an ability that took a great amount of time to get working properly, and it takes a great deal of body memory, as well as contorting his limbs into different shapes. So these are not abilities he did little work to earn. He practiced extensively with his power to fully understand the ins and outs of this ability. It still bears repeating that he is most effective in his standard stone embodiment form, where he's incredibly difficult to shatter, slow him down, and withstand the onslaught he has planned for you.[/INDENT]
[b]Limits:[/b]
[INDENT]His powers do have limits and drawbacks. Whilst in stone form, Abraham's control over the stone around him is less refined. Large-scale manipulation requires him to be in his more vulnerable and fleshy state. In this stone form, he is also restricted to contact. In order to bend the rocks and earth around him, he must remain on the ground and keeping himself firmly on the ground. Stone embodiment is much slower than his standard body, and his speed is cut down by at least half. So to be more efficient at fighting in a fast-paced match, he has to combine his regular body and stone embodiment, leaving him vulnerable in some areas to make up for speed so he can properly defend himself. His stone body, while incredibly durable, doesn't flex. Not like metal or flesh does, and that is why rock, under enough pressure at the right angle, can break easier than metal. However, his body is still dense and solid and would take tremendous force with the right material to actually break him. Part of what he does to circumvent the earthbending limitations is to petrify only his arms or parts of his body as he needs it, so that his earthbending isn't totally nerfed. He also changed his style of bending when in his form, so that he only uses it to trip, accelerate himself, or inconvenience his foe.[/INDENT]
[b]Weaknesses/Drawbacks:[/b] 
[INDENT]Before we start discussing what already hasn’t been discussed above, let's underscore this one more time: Abraham is a physical juggernaut locked down tighter than a nun's chastity belt. If your aim is to physically dominate him, you're in for a bad time. Now that's out of way, lets boil down to his his power's shortcomings. Though his defense is awe-inspiring and his power terrifying, he operates rather simply. In a fight, he generally runs off of instinct and his training, and krav maga was made for street fighting. When the fight goes bad, he gets a form of tunnel vision that, while bad news for his target, makes him narrow-sighted and easy to predict. A clever opponent may outsmart him in a fight, or perhaps your power is psychic in nature. In fights, his mind is a flurry, and his life so far has been nothing short of a struggle. If a power allows someone to mess with his mind, he'll go nuts or shut down. He has very little defenses against mental attacks beyond his own conviction. If you're fast as fuck, there's no way Abe can catch up to you. That's just a given. If you're another terrakinetic... well... I'll let you figure that one out. You're gonna slow him down a lot. And speaking of slow, the Golem form? So much of his energy and focus is being spent maintaining and controlling his form, that he is incapable of manipulating his environment.[/INDENT]

[b][u]Other:[/u][/b] 
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[list][*]Abraham is being presented to you as a mix between a character and a plot device. The goal here is to mix things up, and introduce someone to shake up the dynamic a little bit. Somewhat both an anti-hero and minor antagonist. You can befriend him if you want your character to do so, but he's still an opposing force that is meant to create some struggle or confusion for our heroes of the story, and isn't easily trumped - and for all we know, his path might just take him on that route, his archetype is dynamic. Form relationships with other characters hinging on Abe being a mutual enemy, attempt to befriend him and uncover some interesting tidbits of lore - really, and this goes for any character at all, the affects he can have are countless, and that can only serve to enrich the story more. Just know that Abe wasn't written the way he is because I like to "win at roleplaying." God, whatever that means.[/list]

Abraham is also a long-time favorite of many, a veteran in the roleplaying scene. What did others have to say about Abe? Well, to start:

[list][*][@He Who Walks Behind]: "Abe was a refreshing strain of douchebaggery that I hope to see again in either writing or in real life."
[*][@Dragonbud]: "I love that asshole. I love him. Such an ass."
[*][@Maxx]: "Abe can punch me into the sun."
[*][@JunkMail]: "Abe already has punched me into the sun."
[*][@Mr Allen J]: "I'm thinking of ways to kill him off already."[/list][/INDENT]
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