Abel Delemar [DONE]

Name:Abel Delemar
Country Affiliation:Wanderer
Race:Fanalis
Tier:D
Specialization:Strength
Age + Birthdate:24, 04/03
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Hetero
Personality:Abel is a pretty open minded and jovial kind of guy who appreciates the little things in life. He'll often offer a smile and in contrast to most fanalis he can be rather "patient". [However he still is kinda prone to getting angry n that shit]. By heart the guy is just pretty open, he doesn't discriminate or hate based on characteristics of individuals or anything and is more so eager to know people and make new companions in his life. Often you'll find him initiating conversations or being some form of a socialite at parties, group gatherings and the like.

On the inside Abel has an intensely deep hatred of slavery and racism, which will cause him to immediately lash out and just outright attack almost anyone who is affiliated with either of the two. Such as for example attacking someone carrying slaves, orrr defending someone being discriminated upon. You could consider Abel some form of "hero", or maybe he's just an average guy doing whatever the hell he feels like.

In terms of personal interests, Abel wants to push himself to the largest limit he can achieve, desiring power of some kind except he doesn't really care about "doing" anything with it. To put it simply Abel just wants to be the best at what he does, without descending into edgelord status like some people do. Finding it rather hard to fathom why people become obsessed with mundane goals such as "taking over the world" for example. The Fanalis often questions such ideals and will actively fight against them simply because he doesn't want his own life effected by them.

However Abel struggles with some form of personal hatred now, at the atrocities of what has occurred to the tribe he lived with. Causing him to struggle with his current personality traits and something darker, he feels urges of violence or just downright anger at times due to it. Sometimes Abel will become utterly relentless in combat because of this as well in situations where it may be even a "friendly" fight. Like a trauma triggered condition.



Likes:

Training:He just likes to really push himself hardcore alone or with others and witness the very result of it.

Fighting:To Abel fighting is a great way to get the blood pumping and is like a sport of some sort to him.

Helping:Abel has a large habit of helping people from time to time, simply because he "feels like it"

Dislikes:

Emotional Pain:Despite who he is, Abel dislikes to experience emotional pain in general and is hit harder by losses and the like than others.

Discrimination:It pisses him off to no end, and is an instant trigger for Abel

Inaction:Laziness, doing nothing when something could be done,etc is a great way to pretty much agitate Abel, given he does not tolerate that at all.

Aspirations:

To catch them is my t-Oh fuck, wrong series.

OK!

Abel's aspiration in his life is to become literally, one of the very best at what he does simply. Abel values hard work and achievement and essentially desires to become the epitome of all of that, a Fanalis that worked his way up from the bottom and was now utterly successful despite all of the racial barriers imposed upon him by societys standards. He also aspires to basically eradicate the discrimination against Fanalis because simply put "we don't look that different compared to humans". Abel doesn't understand the drive behind racism against them and pretty much other races really.


Phobias/fears:

Frankly a gigantic fear in Abel's life is the constant possibility of failure, he doesn't want to fail at all and wants to succeed. Life is cruel and frankly it isn't pulling any punches for this guy in terms of the struggles he's going to have to face in order to get to where he wants to get. Abel understands that it will be hard, but what he fears most is pretty much just how far he will have to go and the looming possibility of how this all can be ended in an instant with his death or a fate worse than it.


Face-Claim:Klein:Sword Art Online
Hair Color:Red
Eye Color:
Height:6 FT
Weight:167 LBS
Appearance:A tall man of about 6 ft with a red bandanna that holds up his hair and is tied up around his forehead. Abel sports red spiky like hair akin to most anime protagonists for some reason, making it quite easy to identify if he is the main character in the situation. Sporting some slight facial hair on his chin. Abel is dressed almost like a wandering warrior of sorts. Carrying on his side his trusty blade and special armor with padding and well obvious plates all over his body. His armor appears as red and green sleek padding. Wearing some for of yellow rope around his waist like a belt. His face carries a look of determination and experience, appearing as a guy who's clearly seen "some shit". He wears a pair of black pants underneath his armor too and a white undershirt, finishing the ensemble with a pair of black armored boots.
Rukh Alignment:White
Special Traits:N/A
HistoryAbel was born as a rather ok child, being raised by a wandering group of Fannalis who were sort of like a tribe, for most of his life Abel had it pretty "ok" compared to other Fannalis, and was a pretty alright kid in terms of how he grew up. One of his natural talents turned out to be black smithing, his parents were both warriors and the forge just happened to call out to him. As Abel grew up, he developed into a young warrior capable of smithing and fighting starting from the age of 12. Due to the morals he was brought up with, Abel knew to never slack off and to constantly work, that only by working you could achieve what you want. His family had given it their all to raise him to possess this form of mentality, but to also never discriminate or really act like an unnecessary cunt to people. Predominantly because Abel sooner or later was going to have to experience the real world, he was gonna have to break out and be alone eventually.

That all changed, when the fire nation attacked

At some point however, when Abel had just turned 20, the family tribe that he lived with was beset upon by bandits and slavers of the like. Despite their capabilities, they were quickly overtaken and overwhelmed with not much hope for them, being captured and shackled was just about a nightmare that Abel wished he was going to wake up from anytime soon. Except he wasn't, there was no magical poof and he was out of there. Somehow...He had to find a way out.

His family and tribe were forced into manual labor with so much as any attempt at escape or even the slightest hint of it was going to result in death, which prompted Abel to submit and give in. Things just....They looked horribly bleak for the guy, and there was no beacon of hope for him. The years eventually took their toll on the man.

One day, Abel snapped horribly when one of his sisters had actually attempts to escape, only to be brought back but not executed. Instead the tribe had been shackled to the wall and the woman was tortured in front of them. Abel banged hard against the shackles, ferally like a rabid animal. There was no way Abel was gonna tolerate any of this happening any damn longer to them, even if it got him killed he had to try! Pushing hard and rapidly against the cuffs, he actually managed to break out of them mustering up what little ambition was left in his heart and leaped at his sisters torturers, beating them senseless in a sort of "last stand". They were caught off guard by the prospect of the man actually escaping, causing them to be vulnerable as he practically tore them apart.

Beating them all to death, he managed to free his tribe from their shackles and escaped. Practically collapsing the minute they had successfully escaped their previous lives as slaves, now...Abel made a resolve to himself, he had to get stronger, he had to perfect himself and his capabilities to defend his family and himself, and those he was with. There was no questioning it... Abel left his tribe explaining to them what he had to do, descending out into the world with only his smithing and combat skills. A blade that he managed to obtain at his side and some armor. What fate held for this young Fanalis we may never know.





Role-Play Sample:

Some Old Shit:

D-O-N-E

Lay off the cursing and pop culture references just a bit

Code:

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[b]Name:[/b]Abel Delemar
[b]Country Affiliation:[/b]Wanderer
[b]Race:[/b]Fanalis
[b]Tier:[/b]D
[b]Specialization:[/b]Strength
[b]Age + Birthdate:[/b]24, 04/03
[b]Gender:[/b]Male
[b]Sexuality:[/b]Hetero
[b]Personality:[/b]Abel is a pretty open minded and jovial kind of guy who appreciates the little things in life. He'll often offer a smile and in contrast to most fanalis he can be rather "patient". [However he still is kinda prone to getting angry n that shit]. By heart the guy is just pretty open, he doesn't discriminate or hate based on characteristics of individuals or anything and is more so eager to know people and make new companions in his life. Often you'll find him initiating conversations or being some form of a socialite at parties, group gatherings and the like.

On the inside Abel has an intensely deep hatred of slavery and racism, which will cause him to immediately lash out and just outright attack almost anyone who is affiliated with either of the two. Such as for example attacking someone carrying slaves, orrr defending someone being discriminated upon. You could consider Abel some form of "hero", or maybe he's just an average guy doing whatever the hell he feels like.

In terms of personal interests, Abel wants to push himself to the largest limit he can achieve, desiring power of some kind except he doesn't really care about "doing" anything with it. To put it simply Abel just wants to be the best at what he does, without descending into edgelord status like some people do. Finding it rather hard to fathom why people become obsessed with mundane goals such as "taking over the world" for example. The Fanalis often questions such ideals and will actively fight against them simply because he doesn't want his own life effected by them.

However Abel struggles with some form of personal hatred now, at the atrocities of what has occurred to the tribe he lived with. Causing him to struggle with his current personality traits and something darker, he feels urges of violence or just downright anger at times due to it. Sometimes Abel will become utterly relentless in combat because of this as well in situations where it may be even a "friendly" fight. Like a trauma triggered condition.



[b]Likes:[/b]

Training:He just likes to really push himself hardcore alone or with others and witness the very result of it.

Fighting:To Abel fighting is a great way to get the blood pumping and is like a sport of some sort to him.

Helping:Abel has a large habit of helping people from time to time, simply because he "feels like it"

[b]Dislikes:[/b]

Emotional Pain:Despite who he is, Abel dislikes to experience emotional pain in general and is hit harder by losses and the like than others.

Discrimination:It pisses him off to no end, and is an instant trigger for Abel

Inaction:Laziness, doing nothing when something could be done,etc is a great way to pretty much agitate Abel, given he does not tolerate that at all.

[b]Aspirations:[/b]
[center][u]
I wanna be..The very best...Like No-One ever was...[/u][/center]

To catch them is my t-Oh fuck, wrong series.

OK!

Abel's aspiration in his life is to become literally, one of the very best at what he does simply. Abel values hard work and achievement and essentially desires to become the epitome of all of that, a Fanalis that worked his way up from the bottom and was now utterly successful despite all of the racial barriers imposed upon him by societys standards. He also aspires to basically eradicate the discrimination against Fanalis because simply put "we don't look that different compared to humans". Abel doesn't understand the drive behind racism against them and pretty much other races really.


[b]Phobias/fears:[/b]

Frankly a gigantic fear in Abel's life is the constant possibility of failure, he doesn't want to fail at all and wants to succeed. Life is cruel and frankly it isn't pulling any punches for this guy in terms of the struggles he's going to have to face in order to get to where he wants to get. Abel understands that it will be hard, but what he fears most is pretty much just how far he will have to go and the looming possibility of how this all can be ended in an instant with his death or a fate worse than it.


[b]Face-Claim:[/b]Klein:Sword Art Online
[b]Hair Color:[/b]Red
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]6 FT
[b]Weight:[/b]167 LBS
[b]Appearance:[/b]A tall man of about 6 ft with a red bandanna that holds up his hair and is tied up around his forehead. Abel sports red spiky like hair akin to most anime protagonists for some reason, making it quite easy to identify if he is the main character in the situation. Sporting some slight facial hair on his chin. Abel is dressed almost like a wandering warrior of sorts. Carrying on his side his trusty blade and special armor with padding and well obvious plates all over his body. His armor appears as red and green sleek padding. Wearing some for of yellow rope around his waist like a belt. His face carries a look of determination and experience, appearing as a guy who's clearly seen "some shit". He wears a pair of black pants underneath his armor too and a white undershirt, finishing the ensemble with a pair of black armored boots.
[b]Rukh Alignment:[/b]White
[b]Special Traits:[/b]N/A
[b]History[/b]Abel was born as a rather ok child, being raised by a wandering group of Fannalis who were sort of like a tribe, for most of his life Abel had it pretty "ok" compared to other Fannalis, and was a pretty alright kid in terms of how he grew up. One of his natural talents turned out to be black smithing, his parents were both warriors and the forge just happened to call out to him. As Abel grew up, he developed into a young warrior capable of smithing and fighting starting from the age of 12. Due to the morals he was brought up with, Abel knew to never slack off and to constantly work, that only by working you could achieve what you want. His family had given it their all to raise him to possess this form of mentality, but to also never discriminate or really act like an unnecessary cunt to people. Predominantly because Abel sooner or later was going to have to experience the real world, he was gonna have to break out and be alone eventually.

That all changed, when the fire nation attacked

At some point however, when Abel had just turned 20, the family tribe that he lived with was beset upon by bandits and slavers of the like. Despite their capabilities, they were quickly overtaken and overwhelmed with not much hope for them, being captured and shackled was just about a nightmare that Abel wished he was going to wake up from anytime soon. Except he wasn't, there was no magical poof and he was out of there. Somehow...He had to find a way out.

His family and tribe were forced into manual labor with so much as any attempt at escape or even the slightest hint of it was going to result in death, which prompted Abel to submit and give in. Things just....They looked horribly bleak for the guy, and there was no beacon of hope for him. The years eventually took their toll on the man.

One day, Abel snapped horribly when one of his sisters had actually attempts to escape, only to be brought back but not executed. Instead the tribe had been shackled to the wall and the woman was tortured in front of them. Abel banged hard against the shackles, ferally like a rabid animal. There was no way Abel was gonna tolerate any of this happening any damn longer to them, even if it got him killed he had to try! Pushing hard and rapidly against the cuffs, he actually managed to break out of them mustering up what little ambition was left in his heart and leaped at his sisters torturers, beating them senseless in a sort of "last stand". They were caught off guard by the prospect of the man actually escaping, causing them to be vulnerable as he practically tore them apart.

Beating them all to death, he managed to free his tribe from their shackles and escaped. Practically collapsing the minute they had successfully escaped their previous lives as slaves, now...Abel made a resolve to himself, he had to get stronger, he had to perfect himself and his capabilities to defend his family and himself, and those he was with. There was no questioning it... Abel left his tribe explaining to them what he had to do, descending out into the world with only his smithing and combat skills. A blade that he managed to obtain at his side and some armor. What fate held for this young Fanalis we may never know.





[b]Role-Play Sample:[/b]

[spoiler="Some Old Shit"]

Old Character of mine.


Byron was just minding his own business that night... A little tired from some business he was taking care of. Walking home however, he began to feel something odd. Like his hair stood on end. Something didn't add up,but it was probably nothing right?He'd keep walking, minding his own business, not many people were out among-st the town right now. It was almost midnight, unbeknownst to him however, a pair of eyes was staring down onto him. Surveying the feminine guy carefully. Byron at the moment was shaking slightly, almost as if he couldn't shake the feeling someone was there, dammit Byron get yourself together.

"Theres Just Nobody there...".
"There's just nobody there..."
"There's just nobody there..."

Shaking,he'd keep whispering that under his breath as footsteps began to draw closer and closer. Now Byron began to tense up as well and get on guard. Only looking straight ahead. "I-I-It's just in my head...". Yeah, it wasn't really there. Psh, walking around when it was almost  midnight wasn't exactly healthy nowadays. He'd let out a reassuring breath as he relaxed. Though was immediatly shaken back to reality by the footsteps drawing even closer. Now...There was even multiple of them. What to do...He could either turn around and face whatever the hell was there....Or just run the fuck out of there. He had some confidence in himself, but it was night, alot of unsavory types came out at night. The last thing Byron wanted to get into of all things was a...Fight. He...He had to stand up man. Plus what if there was nothing really there? He had to face it, otherwise if someone was really there. They'd follow him home. Closing his eyes now. Byron would take a breath in and out, turn around and say.

Hey!Who's there!

...

Not hearing a response. Byron would open his eyes slowly, his expression changing from one of semiconfidence to one of fear.

Damn am I gonna regret this.... Would be the last things Byron would utter as he steeled himself. For what was in front of him.
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