RETIRED

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[b]Name:[/b] Abaddon, Kin Slayer
[b]Age:[/b] 7,489
[b]Physical Description:[/b]
About 7ft
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[b]Important items:[/b]
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Floke's blade- A blade made from his brother containing Sonic manipulation. It lets Abaddon vibrate the blade allowing it to cut nearly anything. It allows him to send out sonic blades that essentially do the same thing but cost more mana.

2 Sonic Hammers with pulse jets- pulse jets on the back to give extra impact

A large number of digital credits 

A good amount of perfected electrum ingots(Just in case of Inflation or if he wants to have something commissioned)

Clothing specifically made for his body to make him look nice for more formal events

A large digital library containing most information. 

Pictures of each crew he has been on

50lbs of Kaisoken dust on Natasha's ship. About another 100lbs at a private vault on a water planet

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[b]Short Bio:[/b] 

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Fremont was born with his brother Floke. They were born larger than the normal Kaisoken around 17ft for Fremont and 19ft for Floke. In their first century, the twins had spent time developing themselves as they learned the ways of their people. Fremont had found great joy in exploring his environment even with the very little instruments he had at his disposal. Although, it wouldn't be long until he felt trapped by his own body. He felt it was like a restraint the universe had given his people to make sure they wouldn't dominate every galaxy in a decades time.

He distracted himself with hunting local Fauna, setting traps for these stupid creatures to fall into. His brother, Floke, would often try to persuade Fremont from this "unique" pass time. Fremont always laughed it off saying he was simply developing his mental acuity.  Eventually, the traps had become boring to him and he started to use his magic to slaughter all sorts of games across the land. He moved away from hunting prey entirely and started to hunt large predators smashing himself into the to break them into pieces. All this fighting was exhilarating to him. The sound of the bones crunching and flesh shearing off brought joy to him.

The elders forbid Fremont from hunting, nagging that it wasn't very healthy for the ecosystem. One esteemed and wise elder recommended pebble counting at the shore, saying it would help him find meaning in life. After 7,000 long years, Fremont can say his favorite beach has 35 689 854 pebbles on it. I counted twice to make sure. When a crab took one it made Fremont unreasonably angry to the point he tore each leg a claw off to replace the pebble. Fremont now realizes his purpose is to hunt. Elder King was right after all.

One day though as he was resting at his home, a Rau've came and broke his Aunt to pieces. It was simple and efficient. Many Kaisoken went to hide and wait it out. But Fremont couldn't help but watch the beauty of it. The hunter was nimble and quick. He moved himself with such control and deftness, he could strike fear into him. It was truly beautiful how with these simple appendages even a weaker creature such as a Rau've could overcome his race. He basked in these moments as he watched his favorite Aunt get shattered. The hunter made his way to Fremont, Fremont blasted himself at the hunter. He could use magic but it was more thrilling to play cat and mouse with this hunter. Soon, the Hunter tired, and Fremont crushed him into a red paste. He was thanked by his people for defending them from the hunter and swiftly avenging his aunt. He had never been praised for his violence and it filled him with an odd sense of pride having his talents recognized by so many.

Soon, after the fight with the Hunter, Fremont went through some odd change. He sprouted little crystal nubs from his sides and bottom. At first, Fremont hid himself thinking he had some kind of disease and he should self-Isolate to keep his people safe. His midsection slimmed out as the nubs grew more and more prominent with each passing weak. After a year, he had fully transformed. He had shrunk to 14ft and had grown arms and legs. He could move them like they were his own limbs. He felt faster, more powerful. He went on a rampage murdering miles of land in his exploration of his newfound self. As he returned home, he was met with mixed feelings. Most held some kind of curiosity but some of the older generations held fear for this new form.  Quickly, they gave Fremont a position as Warrior of his home. He was meant to protect from all invaders and give all he had for this singular purpose. The elder's words were honeyed enough to intoxicate Fremont. He agreed to this lifetime position without thought. 

Later, Fremont had realized this was a clever ploy by his elders to keep him chained down. He could resign from the position or leave if he so pleased but that would be cowardice in his eyes. No, he must serve but in a way still suitable to his desires. Fremont had started to keep the gear and weapons, becoming familiar with there weaponry. Even using some of them if he could to laugh at there dismay. This continued for 400 years until he needed a new thrill. He had wished to start sparring with his fellow Kaisoken. However, his wish was never met. His own people had started to fear him, with the young Kaisoken whispering that the elders consider him to be defective. He held felt hurt beyond words. He had served his entire life to his people, soaking his hands with the blood of thousands in his wake. And they dare call him defected. It was the old Kaisoken who were defected for never trying to improve. However, he did not have time to think through his emotions as a horde of humans were coming, probably in search of the scouts they sent out. As he looked at the numbers, Fremont dreaded the next fight. They brought much more than humans usually do. Even Fremont knew he wasn't invulnerable. He ran to the elders, pleading with them to flee, that the enemy is too great even for him. The elders were quick to flee but left one final order for Fremont and that was to cover there escape. He knew what this order was. They were finally going to rid themselves of this cancer known as Fremont. Fremont wanted to say that he would die but he couldn't, as his pride was too great. With the belief that he was going to die for people who feared him, Fremont headed to the battlefield alone.

The ensuing fight was surreal as he tried to defend his home one final time. Just once more and he could die with honor. He thought about his life that maybe he was wired differently than others. He found joy in exploring and manipulating his surroundings. He loved the things he found, becoming attached to his material possessions, something his people have always shunned him for. Even after all the hunting he even started to love the animals, sometimes helping them if he had the time. He didn't always agree with the other Kaisokens' way of life but he loved them anyway even if they didn't love him. In the twilight of his final moments, he had wished that he could have said goodbye to his brother. Floke never spoke badly about him and even tried to understand him.

As the light of life was about to go out, a sonic blade from behind him, slashing the tank that was about to obliterate his core. He looked behind him to see his brother, just standing behind him. He had never seen Floke fight. In fact, he knew Floke despised fighting being squeamish at even an animal dying in front of him but here he is. Reinvigorated, Fremont let out a battle cry declaring his future victory. It wasn't long until the brothers wiped out the enemy in a storm of carnage. Fremont was exhausted, covered in enough blood to paint his as red as a ruby. He looked toward his brother, saying "We did it!" as she felt himself be cut at his thinner midsection. He fell to see what had happened and came to the heartbreaking conclusion that his brother had sliced him in half. Floke left Fremont with a final message, "there is no place for a monster in our world." Those words pierced Fremont's soul, leaving him gasping in a pain greater than being slashed. His only brother, the only one he truly wanted to keep safe had betrayed him. As he grieved waiting to die something spoke to his mind. Live, survive, kill. He went into a rage spouting that he is the superior member of his species. Screaming that when he lives he would cull his weak race until only those like him were left. The last thing he screamed was "Adapt or Die!" With this Fremont's vision went to black. 

200 years passed by the time he had opened his eyes again. A layer of sediment and dense undergrowth had grown on top of him. As he rose he tore through the brush and roots. Realizing he was half his previous height, around 7 ft. he had regrown his limbs and seemed to have grown an additional appendage in the shape of a head. He looked up at the sky and laughed as now he looks even more like a monster. The laugh turned sinister as he thought "good…" Fremont looked through the foliage as he found 2 sonic hammers from centuries past. He lifted them and checked if they worked. They did, the only thing left to do was to check there durability. He went to where he had risen and grabbed the other half of his body. He looked at it and chuckled as he smashed it to bits. As he finished, he let out a loud "Let the culling begin!"

He searched about 4 decades for his people, never losing that burning rage he had gained from this betrayal 200 years ago. When he found them he waited for night. He went home to home asking will they change or will they die. Most screamed and attacked him. For about a week he culled his people. The rage kept burning as he kept slaughtering. There was little thrill in it anymore. Even killing his brother did little to calm him. By the time he was done his rage calmed and hardened into resolve. He would teach his race that their days of calm were over and that the time for change was upon them. As he stood there some human hunters came to him. They looked terrified as they didn't even know if he was Kaisoken. Fremont looked toward then an extended a hand to there obvious leader, "Hello there, I'm…" he thought for a while as he had killed Fremont in his head. He rose his hand to where his supposed mouth would be and said "I know! I'm Abaddon" as he extended his hand toward him again. The man shakes it cautiously, asking if Abaddon was the one who did this. Abaddon just nodded as someone in the group called him a sick fuck. The leader on the other hand smiled and said we could need someone like you. Abaddon and agreed to go with them. He helped them move the dust onto the cargo ship. Abaddon had one request though. He wanted to keep his brother. Abaddon in the coming decades turned his brother into a large sword, it seemed to keep his sonic blade magic on it. Abaddon loved this blade as it reminded him of his brother's screams as he killed his child and wife. 

He went out from crew to crew mostly messing around, sending messages that the next culling will be In 100 years, giving them time to change. If they didn't, well we all know what would happen. Only half a year until the next culling. He collected weapons and a large number of credits usually giving them to charity. He supported many nature preservation sights and gave relief aide to many people during the war. He genuinely enjoys interacting with humans, seeing how far they are willing to go to become stronger.

He met Natasha randomly and was instantly pulled in by her personality. He asked to join on the spot. Ever since then he has been serving as one of her electric technicians.
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[b]Spell List:[/b]

Supernal Vision (High) - The Mage can see all Magic, identify what School it is, and the strength of the spell.
 
Kin Slayer (Underworld) - Abaddon gains power from the slaughter of his species. With each kill, he grows stronger physically. Currently his physicality 5 times higher then it should be. The magic covers him with some kind of black ethereal goo, slowly corrupting him further. At this point, he sees no issue with the slaughtering of his own race even if it would lead to the extinction of his race.

Reconstruction (Change) - This lets Abaddon repair himself if he cracks or pieces fall off. He either needs pieces of himself of pieces of his species. For basic cuts or clean-cut, he can reattach it if everything is there for fleshy people. It can also fix things if he has the pieces.

[B]Exceptional Skill List:[/b] 
Exceptional Endurance
Exceptional Strength
Exceptional Willpower
Exceptional Combat prowess

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