Name: Abbandon 'Nightfang' Arau'Me (read Arame)
Race: Shifter
Animal Tree: Feline (the area o creatures in which he specializes when it comes to metamorphosing)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Occupation: War Monk
Orientation: Straight
Alliance: Lawful Neutral (Abbadon as a human being does his best to keep upon the path of righteousness, yet while being shape-shifted in to one of the multitude of ferocious beasts laying dormant inside of him he has been known to besiege innocent travelers or to simply act based on his feral instincts, thus causing several undesired life-losses. To sum it up in a few basic and simple words, his just ways are strongly affected by his lustful feral ways, making the man stray day and night between the paths of good and evil.)
Appearance:Abbadon stands somewhere at around 6 feet tall, with a wiry, athletic body covered in dozens of small intricate rune-like symbols etched in his skin. The patterns are simple and neat, forming either perfect lines (for example the ones which trail from his shoulders to his palms) or circles (the ones which are placed both on his chest and back), all of them composing small poems or hymns which are devoted to Mother Nature. In most of them the "woman" is being referred to as a young maiden, with the lower part of her body represented under the form of a elderly trunk surrounded by different species of animals symbolizing nature's feral ways. He is dressed in white cloth clothes, a dark-brown leather slash clinged around his waist while leather boots and bracers complete his attire. A red cape downs upon half of his torso from the upper part of his shoulders to the lower part of his back, ending in two ribbons which lethargically flutter behind him. A simple, dark-brown raggedy cloak equipped with a hood envelops his body as if a widow's silk veil, shadowing his true garments from sight
Weapons:Leaving aside the two, thin blades which lay dormant underneath his leather bracers, Abbadon has gained in time an unearthly love for projectiles and explosives. A pair of crossbows with long elephant-horn like handles and two barrels with an ending similar to a funnel at their tips remain strapped at his waist in several light-brown leather threads while a long halebard like weapon remains clutched to his back. In different hidden pockets underneath his clothing, small pouches sealed with cloth laces filled with black powder remain dormant, awaiting for their Master to make use of them.
Bio:Abbadon Nightfang is, or was, a well known name in the village which sheltered him in the first few years of his life. When hearing this, you would of course imagine that the reason would his possible participation in brave rescues, courageous missions or the creation of cunning plans which would ensure the survival of his town in the face of the troublesome days. It was neither of the above. Abbadon was well-known for two, possibly three things: First of all, ever since he first came in to the World he appeared to be a tad, insane, always injuring himself as a baby, always drawing peculiar objects in the sand and always causing other youngsters to cry. As he grew up the trait continued to manifest itself in different ways, the man becoming as superstitious as an old hag and in the process also managing to pick up a couple of nervous tics, such as fiddling with his tail when he would shape-shift in any of his different forms. The second would be the fact that as he reached the age of ten, himself and his older brother Raval abandoned the village's safety and pursued their own road, both of them desiring to become either trained Assassins
They did indeed become murderers, yet their goal was never reached as at the age of twenty, Abbandon's older brother perished when caught in an ambush set by a bang of petty thieves which traversed the forest they had stopped in. Devastated by his loss, the surviving sibling strongly believed that it was Mother Nature's punishment upon him for leaving the boundaries of his town and offering his body, soul and mind to the dark arts of assassination. He wondered aimlessly for several years, believing his life had no meaning and thus he should simply await with open arms for Death's embrace to come. Yet all of this changed as in one autumn night, he made a halt at one of Nature's shrines located in the northern part of a Mountain chain in order to resupply himself with water from a nearby fountain. While placing a small hand-made bouquet of wild-flowers upon the shrine's pedestal, he gasped in amazement upon the sight which lay before his eyes. One, crystal like tear was slowly trickling down upon the stone in which the Goddess's image was engraved, seemingly coming from her right eye.
Quickly lowering his head he bowed down, knees and palms glued to the stone pavement underneath his body. In that one fugitive moment, he had realized his Heavenly Empress had not forgotten him, he realized that she was crying in pain when gazing upon his suffering. He rose his glare to meet the monument dedicated to her once more, a frail smile crawling it's way upon his lips in a sign of eternal thanks to his Goddess. Lifting himself from the ground, he quickly dusted himself off and began traveling towards a nearby "Monastery" built in her name. Upon reaching the sacred location, he tattooed the rune-like symbols which now can be seen covering his body and remained there for several years to come.
Personality:As most would be able to tell, Abbadon is quite a peculiar fellow due to his own nature, due to his continuous tics which seem to have no end and of course due to his slightly insane ways. He is mostly introverted, avoiding contact with any of the races due to his skittish ways unless fate clearly forces him to interact with others. In the past he has been known to make use of his contacts with other traveling groups in order to serve his own purposes and needs such as acquiring food, water and ammunition by "borrowing" the objects for better use in his Lady's name. (more to be revealed in character)
Strengths and Weaknesses: Abbadon is quite fast and agile both in his human form and his animal form, . His weakness are vast and quite peculiar: Though he is a devout follower of Nature's ways, he has a strange fear of heights and of caterpillars, even though they are beings of earth such as himself. He is also quite skittish and tends to run faster than a vehicle in Nascar if he has any suspicion that his mission is in danger of being revealed or if he is in danger of being detected while targeting his objective. Leaving aside the above, he also lacks the force of those in his race which have chosen as animals a bear or larger creatures. He has been seen to unexpectedly attempt to bite his own whiskers when on a important quest as they were "attempting to blind him by piercing his eyes with their razor-like tips."
All of this gathered form a strange, awkward yet powerful man with a incredible fear for caterpillars.
Famous Quotes: - Halt ! You can pass through here, yet i must pass first.- Revenge tastes a lot like strawberries, yet not as sweet.- The thrill in hunting is not represented by the possible kill. The thrill in hunting is represented by the chance of you becoming the hunted. - Do not fear Death. Make death fear the possibility of having to take you.Enjoy !