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Name Abelle "Abby" Edenmyre
Age 23
Gender Male
Species Human
Ethnicity Serenian
Height 5'9"
Occupation Humble traveling masseuse
Residence Ravensway, Serendipity
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Physical Description
Abelle's has a full head of long, black hair that drapes down to his shoulders and stops near the middle of his back. It covers half of his face, leaving a single amethyst eye and half of a face of light, smooth skin. He always has a melancholy look in his eyes, whether he's happy, sad, smiling or frowning. His lips are a soft pink color, and his face is hairless, which shows off his sharp, yet rounded chin and jawline. He has small ears, which are mostly hidden by his long hair, long eyelashes, and sharp, cared-for eyebrows. Quite the looker you would guess, amongst men and women alike, which is on purpose— being so consistently in contact with people for extended periods of time, he prefers his clients to find him aesthetically appealing.
To that end, he keeps himself in very good shape. He has a thin, slightly muscular build, with a tiny waistline that makes his hips seem to flare out a bit. His abs are very much visible when he's not wearing a shirt, or wearing a shirt that draws attention to his stomach. He doesn't have tattoos; He's always felt that they distract from the pure beauty of a person. He does, however, have very soft skin all over— especially his hands, which again, is more for his customers than himself. He also carries a gentle, calming scent— somewhere between lavender and orchids in bloom. Abelle clearly doesn't miss a moisturization date, or a proper bath.
Personality
Abelle enjoys his work— and by extension, he enjoys working with people. For people. On people. There's something in a dialogue between two souls where nothing is held back that allows him to feels at peace with himself— as if some aching part of his own heart is fulfilled in doing so. He has never questioned what that part was, and never truly cared to question it— he enjoys it, and as a result he cherishes his interactions with his customers. He does have a habit of asking too many questions, as well as getting a little too personal with others when he isn't stopped, but for Abelle, that line isn't one that is meant to be presumed, it's meant to be found, tested, and then re-established once tested. As a result, yes, despite his job being to rub people the right way, he rubs people the wrong way, sometimes.
And then, sometimes, "Abby" just... isn't himself. Sometimes he's a bit more reticent. Others, he's much more aggressive. Demanding. Tempting. Manipulative. As if there's a switch hidden deep within him, he can, at any moment, go from the kind, wholesome healer that he seeks to be, to something very dark— very 'wrong'. Interestingly, Abelle seems to be more than aware of this, and while he doesn't often bring it up, he has had to apologize and explain himself to others, as he has very little control over when his... "Abby" tendencies will come out.
Magic/Abilities
Abelle is possessed— physically— by a greater demon from the depths of some foreign, incomprehensible plane of existence. He'd be normal if it weren't for this, but as a result, he is a human capable of demonic magic— incredibly strong demonic magic. What's worse, however, is that the demon occasionally influences him as it pleases— twisting his typically kind and docile personality into that of a perfect vessel for its dark designs. Only by sheer willpower can Abelle ever hope to resist its influence, but it's never happened before. Fortunately, the demon grows bored rather easily, and likes its host's humble standing (which allows it to spread chaos without drawing too much attention), so it rarely holds control over him for long, or forces him to do much that would put his life in danger. The demon's hold on Abelle is incredibly tight; As if it has worked its claws into his very soul. As such, very little— short of a divine miracle— stands a chance of freeing him from his hidden captor.
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History
Abelle's story begins as most stories do— A child born in Serendipity to a pair of middle-class parents. He was second-born, with an older brother who would go on to join the mage-knights, and a genius little sister who possessed a photographic memory and from a young age showed great talent with alchemy and potions. Abelle, meanwhile, was pretty normal by comparison, and often got outshined by his siblings (but not really ignored, or anything crazy like that). Wanting to be capable of doing something to make her parents proud too, Abelle asked to be enrolled in the Wyrdwood academy of Arcane Science— however that was a tiiiiiny bit too far out of their budget for a family of 5. Instead, his dad (who worked as a dockhand) would buy cheap books on magical basics for Abelle and they'd read them together, to help Abelle practice using magic. He learned how to manipulate primal energy through touch, for example, and found that he might have a talent for something akin to masseuse work!
One of those books, however, his dad got at a really good discount— an old, dilapidated book that supposedly covered simple summoning spells. Said book, unfortunately, harbored a dark secret— it was an ancient tether between the world of humans and another plane, where demons ran rampant and sought to find their way into the realm of mortals. One such demon, by the name of Abbizeus, was trapped inside the book for millenia; stuck between worlds with no means of escaping, until Abelle, in a freak accident, accidentally unleashed the demon trapped within one night, and it subsequently possessed him as a new host for it's bidding.
And then... nothing happened. Nothing immediate, at least. Abbizeus was a patient, cautious and calculating demon, who'd spent millenia trapped within a prison after having rampaged for a while in the mortal realm. It knew how dangerous humans could become to it if it made the same mistakes of it's past; So instead, using Abelle as something of a surrogate body, it bid— and continues to bide— it's time in sowing the seeds of chaos across the realm of Le'Raana, from corrupting the pure and righteous into further vessels for demonkind to invade, or undermining those who work against its efforts, and the efforts of its kin.
All the while, Abelle was and still is blissfully unaware of what happened to him that night— simply left with the slightest realization that something in him had changed that day... something bad.
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