Abaddon Scal'dori
Details
Full Name: Abaddon Scal'dori
Race: Velsign
Sex: Male
Age: 26
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 230 Lbs
Birthdate: 11th of Frost, Year 85
Birthplace: A Roost in Radenor
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Fluencies: Common, Placeholder
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
Prime physique molded into a paragon of potential, Abaddon holds a strength in his tall stature few can scarcely match. Unblemished ashen-grey skin save for white, jagged scars dotting his frame and cheek help to accentuate his pallor-stricken, gaunt visage. A shapely brow and the curvaceous ridge of a nose so perfectly featured further assist in this culmination of intoxicating beauty. A full head of roaming black hair sways in the breeze as he gazes down at the smaller men in his path with striking brown eyes.
Six and a half feet tall with a chiseled frame, Abaddon possesses a commanding presence among humans, and yet he is considered a runt dwarfed by the height of his own kind. What muscle he has is displayed well, pockets of fat evaporated by Arcs of physical toil and a life of survival, his hands thick and callous, his feet even more so. Often, he wears nothing upon his upper torso save for what is practical, be it a leather pauldron and a baldric, or a leather harness for more social occasions.
Behind him, two massive, pure white-feathered wings sit folded behind his back. Each of them are replete with soft, thick plumage and the underlying musculature of the arm-like bony mass that suspends them. Stretching out fully, they reach a wingspan of twelve feet.
Mark of Control - Remnant
Trailing from his temples to his scalp, this banded marking of constellations paints Abaddon as a mage, a Remnomancer no less to those familiar with its hallmark appearance. This was his first mark, given to him by the Omen.
Mark of Control - Mentalism
Traits
Velsign - Racial: High Altitude Flight
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Velsign - Racial: Kindred Corruption
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Injuries
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Personality
Cast a glance, bat an eye, and converse without fear of things going awry; Abaddon is not outwardly evil. Outwardly, he's affable and cheery, always quick to point out the [i[good[/i] in things akin to a carefree spirit. An emotional mind makes him intensely passionate and extreme with his feelings, though he spends so much time locked up in his head that he's able to repress things that go against the social grain. To cut this whole passage short, know that Abaddon is the type to hide behind the mirror reflecting back at you, a social chameleon living vicariously through you, and that he is fairly ambivalent to your existence otherwise; he does not easily form bonds.
Growing strong as an outcast has left Abaddon with several quirks to his personality; the man is deeply connected with and aware of his weaknesses, his limitations, and his insecurities. Of all he has experienced, it has given him a tolerance for adversity, and the ability to adapt to grief when the bonds he does form eventually wither and die as they always do. A time spent homeless left him with no complaint for a lack of society's comforts, and he finds clothing to be quite restrictive and alien having not worn a shirt for most of his life.
Abaddon is consumed with curiosity towards stories and creation, enjoying the sciences and challenging himself to understand the inner workings of things. The pursuit of knowledge gives him purpose, and many of his dealings revolve around the attainment of information. As he is a social chameleon, he puts this to use by gravitating towards power and influence, leeching what he can in observance of these elder or privileged beings. There is little that can offend him beyond closed-mindedness and living a life not worth living, two concepts anathema to what he is and has sought to become.
The exploration of dreams are perhaps his truest past-time, but these adventures are also where he feels most secure, and so his true nature shines through. Dreamers are his playground, a place within that he can lose himself to.
Pain is a very special concept to Abaddon, as he does not understand it innately as any other might: Abaddon does not feel pain due to the Kindred corruption flowing through him. This leads to parts of his body breaking down over time, as he has no fear of pain. Often, he can be seen with new cuts and bruises, and his hands and feet especially are laden with scar tissue from improperly handling various things. He only knows that if he feels strain in his limbs, a weakness in his body hinting that something is very wrong and he should comb himself for injuries and rest. Pain is something he is addicted to, feeling it vicariously through others by way of arcana.
Things Abaddon likes
Pain & Intoxication
Thrills & Surprises
Arcana & Spirits
Philosophy & Stories
Music & Introspection
Creation & Creativity
Wilderness & Animals
Things Abaddon dislikes
Poverty & Sickness
Politics & Desk Work
Being Manipulated & Pointless Murder
Uninteresting or Bigoted People
Persecution Of Magic
History
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