Age: 38
Gender: Male
Species: Lopar Aiolous - bitten
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 235lbs
Hair: Short, sandy blonde
Eyes: Light blue
Force Sensitive: Yes
//Insight//
For Abel, his personality is almost quite literally split right down the middle. As a man, he's confident; a natural born leader with charisma and charm. Or at least for the most part. As of late he's a litter temperamental, easy to annoy, and while no less charismatic he is a little disheveled at most times. And then there's the beast crawling just below the surface of his skin at all times, vying for dominance. It fluctuates Abel's mood quicker than a snap of the fingers. He can go from cold to hot in a matter of seconds, and calm to deadly just as quickly. The fact frustrates him beyond all reason, and while he does his best to hold it together, he doesn't always succeed.
//Skills//
Strengths
- Fighter - Doesn't matter the type, Abel is a good asset to have in a precarious situation
- Strength - Even before his change, he was strong and able to lift almost double his body weight. Now, he isn't sure what the limit is
- Quick Thinker - He's quick to form solutions to most situations, even when said situation is dire
Weaknesses
- Back and Forth - The Beast living just beneath the surface of his skin weighs more heavily on Abel's thoughts and decisions than he knows
- Torn - Keeping control is difficult, and he knows that if he loses control and shifts back to his Beast, he may not be able to shift back
- Loud Sounds - His hearing is sensitive; it always has been, though has gotten much more so since this whole transformation thing
- Hunger - While some may not see it as a weakness, Abel is more or less always hungry, and if he doesn't have something to snack on at the very least, it increases his temper and causes all sorts of things to go wrong
//The Unfortunate//
Like most bad situations, Abel's brush with insanity started with a good night and one hell of a party. It had been a celebration with friends, a birthday to be remembered, those friends had said - and oh how right they had been! A wild night on Zeltros, and while the partying had been on point, the company that Abel had found himself with for the night? Far too accommodating for her own good, and crazy as hell to boot once she got the poor guy alone. Alcohol had of course played a major role in the night's events, and while the details to this day are still fuzzy to him, being bitten by a crazy woman was something Abel sure as hell didn't forget.
From there things had gone downhill, and quickly. He had gotten sick, feverish and every fiber of his being hurt like it never had before. He stayed this way for days, and when his body finally gave way to the aches and pains beneath the surface, his body shifted. The beast of a wolf he had turned into thrashed his apartment, destroyed walls to get free, and was a menace of society for more time than Abel can honestly remember.
It had taken blunt force trauma, a literal beating to the large, sandy colored wolf before Abel was able to regain control. It had taken him time to be able to control his body, able to move the way he wanted, get the muscles to cooperate the way his two-legged self needed and wanted them to. But eventually, he managed. Since then he's been on the move. It's a constant war with himself, the fight for control within his body, his mentality, and his temperament.
So he wants answers, to find anyone else who knows what's going on with him and how he can stop it - if he can stop it. For the most part, Abel has control. Enough so that he doesn't worry constantly about bursting out of his skin and killing people. That doesn't change the fact that he still wants to be able to find others like himself, and hopefully get both answers and help understanding just what the heck is going on with him, and why it happened.