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Full Name

Abraham Darkson

Race

Aasimar (Garuda Blooded)

Classes/Levels

Stalker 3 (VMC: Rogue) | HP: 24/24 | AC: 20 (16 Tch, 14 Ff) | CMD: 17 | F:5, R:9, W:11 | Init: +7 | Perc: +10 (+11 vs Traps), SM:+10 | Ki Pool: 3/5 | Stance=Inner Sphere Stance | Conditions: Fatigued

Gender

Male

Size

Medium

Age

25

Special Abilities

Path of War Manuevers

Alignment

Chaotic Good

Deity

Pharasma

Location

Harper's Bay

Languages

Common, Celestial, Draconic

Occupation

Former Military

Homepage URL

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Strength 12
Dexterity 18
Constitution 14
Intelligence 12
Wisdom 18
Charisma 7

About Abraham Darkson

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History:

Abraham Darkson was born and raised in Harper's Bay. He had a relatively happy upbringing with two loving parents and a sister who, even when he started display unusual physical characteristics (see appearance), accepted him for who he was. His family was poorer, his father stayed at home to raise him and his twin sister, Joy, and his mother worked as a blacksmiths assistant.

Abarham fell into trouble during his teenage years, deciding to help his family out, he started taking to breaking and entering in order to help provide for his family. He was good at it too. Careful to never bring too much home at a time, he would sneak food into the pantries and a little more copper, and the occasional silver, into his parent's purses. They were none the wiser.

Until he was caught. Abraham made the mistake of joining up with a group of petty thugs for a major heist into one of the local taverns known to push a lot of traffic. Things would have went well had one of them not be an informant for the town guards.

His parents were devastated at first,though they were understanding people and could at least understand his reasons for doing so. His sister was not as kind. Abraham should have went to the Compter or worse, and likely would have, had a the owner of said tavern not have been an old war officer who was impressed that Abraham had managed to get into his stores.

He inquired with some old friends and got into contact with the judge for the trial, offering up a deal, should Abraham join the royal military for the region he would let him off of the hook.

With not much else to do, and seeing it as a chance to perhaps help his family, and win back his sisters trust, Abraham agreed. He spent 6 years serving in the military. He was assigned to a special division where his skills in larceny and thievery could be put to use. He was also trained in a specialized combat style to prepare him for the difficult tasks he would perform.

His life in the military was not an easy one. When one's job is breaking and entering into enemy estates, stealing high profile documents, and occasionally removing dangerous warlords from their manners you don't get an easy life. But the pay was good and he was able to support his family through it. Though it wore on him, killing others, dangerous or not, was not something he enjoyed doing.

After the 5 years, Abraham retired from his job. Wanting nothing more to return home. Unfortunately, upon his return he found the bridge leading into the Island Chain unable to be crossed (for "reasons"). Not to be dissuaded from seeing his family, worried for their safety, he hired a private boat to take him in. The boat man charged a hefty fine and soon left him stranded.

It seemed the dead had started to rise. Abraham had some familiarity with this, warlords liked to occasionally recruit necromancers as a way of cheap labor for their plots, though nothing on the scale he was seeing here, and nothing ever so personal. Returning to his family home he found them gone, the place abandoned and ransacked.

Frustrated, worried, and finding his nerves pushed to their limits, he set out undeterred to find his family. So far he has been unsuccessful, but he has started to make his personal mission to make sure the Lady of the Graves gets her just due, at least until he can find them or is forced to flee.

Personality:

As a young boy he was happy go lucky. As he grew older he kept a positive attitude about things but the trials of life and poverty wore on him. Crime was a necessary evil to him, a necessity to provide for his family. As he grew he kept the positive attitude but it became tempered with acceptance of life's hardships.

He is a medium of the road man in most ways, at heart he is kind and will fight for those he care's about. But he keeps that part of him beneath the surface out of habit from his military training, and out of necessity to steal himself vs the horrors of the world. He keeps himself focused when on missions.

Stress also tends to bring out a more ruthless side of him, one of necessity. You can't serve as an assassin (of sorts), justified or not, for so long and not be pushed to the edge a few times.

Appearance:

Standing at 6'0 (1.83 meters) and weighing in at approximately 170 pounds (77.11 kg), Abraham is not a small man, but nor is he particularly large. He is well built, his military training honing a sleek but muscular body.

His natural Garuda heritage shows with bronze colored hair and emerald eyes. His skin is decorated with what might appear to be tattoo's though closer inspection would reveal them to be natural, they appear in wavy crests and have an unmistakable similarity to feathers.

Abraham wears a (very) dark brown explorer's outfit with a wide brimmed hat to help conceal his hair (and to keep the sun out of his eyes). His also wears a black cloak.The outfit is chosen for it's simplicity and ease of movement.

Two Kukri's hand at his sides, a well used backpack designed for easing up weight on his back, and a fine looking dark grey chain shirt (to not reflect light) resides on his upper body. All were used in his time in the military and were gifts for his time in the service. Though years of use and recent events especially have left them somewhat worn and tattered (especially his clothes), with blood stains plainly evident on his cloak from a rather gruesome encounter with a childhood friend of his (Dead->Not Dead->Dead Again).

Religion:

As a boy, Abraham had never been particularly devout. He occasionally liked to pray to Cayden Cailean for good drinks and for the freedom from the financial burdens of life. During his early years in the military he also prayed to find a beautiful woman who liked military men.

Later, when the tougher missions began, when bodies began to be assigned to his name he started to worship Pharasma. If only in hope of good luck on his missions.

The recent problems in the city have done nothing to deter that worship, if anything he has started to take her teachings more seriously given their circumstances.

Favorite Quote:

"When you care about others, pain is part of that deal."

Random Interaction I made Up:

Moving towards his old house, Abraham felt a chill run down his spine, seeing the front door open. Please, let them be okay.

Moving to the front he inspected the door, it was damaged but it was hard to tell if it had been forced open or not. Stepping inside, the natural darkness suited him fine, less likely to draw unwelcome guests. Quickly searching the front room, almost frantically, he looked for signs of life, sweat beading up on his forehead as near panic almost overtook him.

Need, need to calm down. Can't help if I freak out.[i] He looked around the room again, making sure no one was in there. He couldn't decide if he really wanted to find anyone or not. The smell in the air made him decide he did not.

Eventually he moved forward, out of the kitchen and into the central room. It was surprisingly clean compared to the kitchen, which gave him hope, yet the smell was getting stronger and that ate away at the hope as quickly as it came. Not seeing anything of interest he began to consider searching one of the bedrooms.

Then, he heard something creak in Evelyn's, his twin sister's room. Feeling the panic mount in his chest again, his blood ran cold as he stood there, staring at the closed door. Finally steeling himself, to whatever he might find, he moved towards the door, gripping it's handle, which was surprisingly warm to the touch and turned.

Dread ran down him immediately as he saw the figure hunched over. [i]NO! He quickly started to step towards it before realizing it was not his sister. Relief flooded into him until he realized it was Frederick Omar, a childhood friend of his.

As he stood there, staring Frederick turned to him, letting out a gurgling sound. Abraham stared for a moment, not quite believing it, and then accepted it. By the gods! I'm sorry Fred. a tear ran down his eye as he stared. Then another thought occurred, as Fred let out a gurgling sound of hunger, why had he not attacked him. Maybe there was something left of Fred?

No, they haven't shown any remorse yet, why would he be any different. Moving in a bit closer, Abraham drew out his Kukri's. Then, his answer coming to him, he heard a tearing sound as something, maybe Fred's hand detached itself from the body, caught in the make shift desk Evelyn had used, as Fred started to shuffle towards him.

Abraham knew what he needed to do, and do it quickly, yet as he watched Fred cross the room a moment of hesitation took him. That moment almost cost him his life as Fred suddenly lunged forward with almost supernatural quickness that did not become the lumbering body, grabbing Abraham by his cloak. Sturggling, Abraham, did his best to fend off the assault, as Fred tried to slam into him. Spinning he stepped to the side at just the right moment, though ended up getting dragged along by his cloak.

Grunting, whether in pain or anger at whatever had caused this, Abraham snapped to his senses and took the momentary loss of balance Fred seemed to be having to lash out twice with his Kukri's, performing two rapid strikes as he had been show, and digging his blade's across Fred's back. Entrails, fluids, and an unholy smell protruded as Fred collapsed to the ground.

Studying him for a moment, Abraham noticed a piece of his cloak in his hands. Need to be more on guard then that, can't die here, need to find them. Staring at his old friend, Abraham decided he couldn't just leave him there. First he needed to see the rest of the house, he quickly inspected his sister's room to make sure there was nothing left there of interest.

Moving on he inspected his parent's rooms and his room. Nothing came of it, each was deserted, though the rooms were clean at least, it seems they might have gotten away.

At once feeling relief and frustration, Abraham realized he needed to move on. Though the night was late and it might be best to stay here. No, need to keep going, maybe the moved towards the bridge. I can find another house or shop to sleep in if need be. First Fred though.

Grabbing some old Canvas from his room, which had been used as storage, he felt a moment of pride thinking of his room, before his time in the military they never could have afforded a place where they each had their own room and extra canvas. Moving on he wrapped Fred's body in the canvas and went to dig out some lamp oil.

Moving outside of the house he inspected the surroundings, not seeing any activity he dragged Fred out and, after dousing the corps in oil, used an old piece of flint he found to light the corpse on fire.

Finally he moved to the kitchen, to see if any supplies had been left, surprisingly there was some enough for the night at least. Quickly eating while inspecting the house for any clues he might have missed and reminiscing, at least he was ready to leave.

Stepping out into the dark dirt street he looked around. I will find them! Though, in the meantime the least I can do is help put down some of these monsters.

With a final look at his parent's house, Abraham trotted off into the darkness, his mind set on two things. Finding his family and giving the Lady of the Grave her due.
Well that got a little longer than I intended.