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ABEL NIGHTROAD
TRINITY BLOOD
PERSONALITY
Abel may seem a split personality to some, and in all honesty? He may as well be. For all the grey areas in between there are three definite sides to the Crusnik, and at times it can seem difficult to figure out exactly which one of them is real. All, or none? Either way, he is without a doubt an incredibly complex individual to get to know ... though that can hardly be seen as unexpected of an individual fast approaching a millennia in age.
On the surface, the poor darling appears to be nothing more than an eccentric goofball priest with a bottomless pit for a stomach ... not to mention bottomless holes for pockets. He's hopeless at handling his finances and burns through travel funds at a rate of knots, and can often be found wibbly-lipped and on the verge of passing out with his growling stomach serenading his woes. Bad luck, it seems, enjoys following him around relentlessly, whether it be accidentally tripping into the lap of a thug, spilling a hot drink on the blouse of a Lady, or even something so simple as being in the wrong place at the wrong time; with Father Nightroad around the Vatican certainly gets its fair share of ... interesting reports. He's generous and selfless pacifist who would never put himself before anyone else, and would never, ever turn away from a cry for help. He is, after all, a soul on the side of the souls who have no one else.
Be as that may, when push comes to shove Abel's adorable dorkiness is replaced with a calm, firm level-headedness that leaves no room for question. In combat and under pressure he is a leader through and through, and has a knack for keeping others calm and under control while guiding them to safety. He is an incredibly loyal, protective friend to have, and he worries all too easily about those he holds dear; Abel would much rather take on enemies alone rather than fight alongside someone he cares about, for the simple reason that he would never forgive himself if they ended up getting hurt in the ruckus.
When caught alone or unawares, however, Abel will likely seem an entirely different person to the one you've previously acquainted yourself with. There's a a quiet sadness to him that speaks volumes with his silence, and a desolate sense of loneliness that haunts his winter-blues.. For all the sides that he is on, who's left ot be on his? He is a Crusnik -- a monster to both the Humans and the Methuselah -- and one part of a dwindling quartet. Lilith, the love he cherished so dearly, is dead. His traitorous 'brother' is mad, driven to insanity by the power of the nanomachines, and absolutely cannot be allowed to live. Seth? Seth is the devoted Mother of the Methuselah, and her children are her world. For all he is surrounded by the new life that he chose and the new friends that accompany it ...
Abel is alone with his sins.
He is deeply tortured by his dark, hate filled past, and finds it incredibly difficult to live with himself after doing the things he's done. True, he accepts his Crusnik form as the mark of his sins, though that doesn't make them any easier to bear ... In fact, acknowledging his sins has served only to solidify them as a burden, and they weigh heavily upon his shoulders. The Crusnik frightens him. Abel will never be able to forgive himself for the millions of Humans that he slaughtered, nor for the death of Lilith. He hadn't been there when she'd needed him. He hadn't been able to save her from Cain's madness.
It's clear that he will never find be able to find peace while his brother still lives, and he already knows that he will fight him until the end of time if he has to.
HISTORY Wiki!Abel
Playing God, it seems, has always been a particularly favored pastime for mankind. Taking lives. Changing lives. Just under a millennia ago, in the case of Abel Nightroad and the three other chosen test tube foetuses, science managed to create a new form of life all together. Monsters. Infused with Crusnik Nanomachines by the Mars human colonists, the four babies would be born as Methuselah-Crusnik hybrids that, disturbingly, fed on the blood of other vampires in order to increase their already breathtaking powers. They'd become known as Contra Mundi; Enemies of the World.
As a child growing up in the specialized facility on Mars, Abel grew to hate the humans with a fierce passion. For hours on end he would sit alone and gaze down at the swirling blue, green and white mass than called itself 'Earth', wanting nothing more than to descend onto the pitiful planet and wipe away the Human smear once and for all. Indeed, his chance arose with the breaking war between the Humans and the Methuselah, which would end up leaving him accountable for the deaths of seven million Human lives. There were, however, divisions between the four Crusniks. Lilith, whom Abel loved and cherished more than anything in all the world, believed that their powers should be used to protect the Human race rather than destroy it. Cain, both Abel's twin brother and the first Crusnik to be created, seemed to agree with her, and the pair often argued and bickered over morals, ethics, and the divide between the Humans and Methuselah.
They could have remained that way forever, the four of them, locked in a never ending cycle of wars and conflicting ideas. Lilith and Seth would try to keep the peace. Sweet, gentle Cain would argue with his hot-headed brother. It went on, and on, and on ...
Until Cain began to defect.
It's a common rule among bakers and confectioners that the first batch of day will, inevitably, end up a little spoiled in one way or another. Indeed, the same can be said to apply to science, and this time around it would be Cain's sanity that suffered. Releasing his Crusnik Nanomachines to 100% approval would start to errode away all traces of the kind boy that he once was, leaving in its place a selfish, unhinged, power-mad youth ... who became obsessed with 'cleansing' the world of impurity. He would cleanse it by fire, renew it from it's ashes, and no one would get in his way ...
Not even Lilith. Cain killed her.
Stricken with grief to the point of madness, Abel vowed to destroy Cain for what he'd done. An eye for an eye. Seth, however, didn't let him act rashly and slaughter him there and then; together, they formulated a plan to eject him from their station and let him be crushed by space itself. Cain disintegrated into a pile of dust, but Lilith's death had left it's mark on Abel. He abandoned his hatred.
Soon after, Seth and Abel crash landed down onto Earth, where he would spend the next nine hundred years weeping and mourning the loss of his love in a crypt fashioned deep below the Vatican. The chances are he would have remained there for another nine hundred years, and then another, had a young Caterina Sforza not fled there to escape Methuselah assassins. In was then that Abel realized his duty was to live out Lilith's dream by protecting the Humans; he saved Caterina and chose to renew his life again. He joined the AX at its foundation in May, 3055 A.D.
APPEARANCE
Regular form | Crusnik form
SAMPLE LOG
Plip ... Plip ........ Plip ...
The Heavens cried with him. Cold, grey rain beat down against the flat of the spotless windowpane-- the sky seemed lower, heavier than ever, and bore down on the Vatican with mournful reproach; it blamed him as he blamed himself. Noélle was gone.
Barcelona was hot, disgustingly so. Arriving, he'd wanted nothing more than to tear off his sticky cassock and join the holiday makers in skipping the sands for a dip in the sea, though he was certain that such behavior would lead to a scolding from the Lady Sforza. Oh, how he'd complained! Noélle, beautiful, clever Noélle, had been forced to exercise the most extreme measures in keeping him quiet ...
... And had spent a considerable amount of their meager travel funds on sweets, treats and other tasty snacks to keep his mind off the heat. A stroke of genius.
For a moment, he fancied he could hear the sweet chime of familiar laughter tinkling quietly from some distant hall, and he lifted his head from where it lay sagging against tear-streaked glass. A small movement, minute at best ... but he was already coming to his senses. The laughter faded into memory, and the icy hand of grief drew a pained groan from his lips as it plunged deeper into his chest. A cruel trick. Abel slowly lowered his cheek back to the chilled windowpane, and he watched with unseeing eyes as each labored puff of breath drew ghostly white blossoms across the glass.
"I'm sorry ... " A butterfly's kiss would have seemed a clamor. Abel drew his knees closer to his quivering chest and let thin fingers thread through his hair; listening closely, he could hear the dull thump of a thick, heart-shaped muscle beating steadily beneath his breast. Then came the breaths, one after another, and they sickened him to his stomach. He was living. He, the Enemy of the World, was living while so many were dying ... while so many had died ...
"No."
He gripped tightly onto handfuls of silken silver and wrenched until the rain clouds shone bright white; silent tears became desperate sobs, and Abel could only fold further into himself. His skin crawled. The death-stain spread.
SAMPLE JOURNAL
[ The waves of static hiss in and out as Abel tries his best to figure out how to work the divice, before eventually falling into a clear silence. Then, out of the blue, there's a tentative tapping sound ... almost as of someone is rapping a fingertip against the mic ... ]
Um ... Hello? Is it even on? Hello? Ah! If anyone can hear me, I'd very much appreciate a ...
... well ...
An explanation? You see, I'm an awfully busy man and I have a lot of things to tend to back at home, so if someone would be so kind as to direct me to the nearest airship, I'd be incredibly greatful! ♥
Ehh, Lady Sforza is going to be so angry with me!
TRINITY BLOOD
PERSONALITY
Abel may seem a split personality to some, and in all honesty? He may as well be. For all the grey areas in between there are three definite sides to the Crusnik, and at times it can seem difficult to figure out exactly which one of them is real. All, or none? Either way, he is without a doubt an incredibly complex individual to get to know ... though that can hardly be seen as unexpected of an individual fast approaching a millennia in age.
On the surface, the poor darling appears to be nothing more than an eccentric goofball priest with a bottomless pit for a stomach ... not to mention bottomless holes for pockets. He's hopeless at handling his finances and burns through travel funds at a rate of knots, and can often be found wibbly-lipped and on the verge of passing out with his growling stomach serenading his woes. Bad luck, it seems, enjoys following him around relentlessly, whether it be accidentally tripping into the lap of a thug, spilling a hot drink on the blouse of a Lady, or even something so simple as being in the wrong place at the wrong time; with Father Nightroad around the Vatican certainly gets its fair share of ... interesting reports. He's generous and selfless pacifist who would never put himself before anyone else, and would never, ever turn away from a cry for help. He is, after all, a soul on the side of the souls who have no one else.
Be as that may, when push comes to shove Abel's adorable dorkiness is replaced with a calm, firm level-headedness that leaves no room for question. In combat and under pressure he is a leader through and through, and has a knack for keeping others calm and under control while guiding them to safety. He is an incredibly loyal, protective friend to have, and he worries all too easily about those he holds dear; Abel would much rather take on enemies alone rather than fight alongside someone he cares about, for the simple reason that he would never forgive himself if they ended up getting hurt in the ruckus.
When caught alone or unawares, however, Abel will likely seem an entirely different person to the one you've previously acquainted yourself with. There's a a quiet sadness to him that speaks volumes with his silence, and a desolate sense of loneliness that haunts his winter-blues.. For all the sides that he is on, who's left ot be on his? He is a Crusnik -- a monster to both the Humans and the Methuselah -- and one part of a dwindling quartet. Lilith, the love he cherished so dearly, is dead. His traitorous 'brother' is mad, driven to insanity by the power of the nanomachines, and absolutely cannot be allowed to live. Seth? Seth is the devoted Mother of the Methuselah, and her children are her world. For all he is surrounded by the new life that he chose and the new friends that accompany it ...
Abel is alone with his sins.
He is deeply tortured by his dark, hate filled past, and finds it incredibly difficult to live with himself after doing the things he's done. True, he accepts his Crusnik form as the mark of his sins, though that doesn't make them any easier to bear ... In fact, acknowledging his sins has served only to solidify them as a burden, and they weigh heavily upon his shoulders. The Crusnik frightens him. Abel will never be able to forgive himself for the millions of Humans that he slaughtered, nor for the death of Lilith. He hadn't been there when she'd needed him. He hadn't been able to save her from Cain's madness.
It's clear that he will never find be able to find peace while his brother still lives, and he already knows that he will fight him until the end of time if he has to.
HISTORY Wiki!Abel
Playing God, it seems, has always been a particularly favored pastime for mankind. Taking lives. Changing lives. Just under a millennia ago, in the case of Abel Nightroad and the three other chosen test tube foetuses, science managed to create a new form of life all together. Monsters. Infused with Crusnik Nanomachines by the Mars human colonists, the four babies would be born as Methuselah-Crusnik hybrids that, disturbingly, fed on the blood of other vampires in order to increase their already breathtaking powers. They'd become known as Contra Mundi; Enemies of the World.
As a child growing up in the specialized facility on Mars, Abel grew to hate the humans with a fierce passion. For hours on end he would sit alone and gaze down at the swirling blue, green and white mass than called itself 'Earth', wanting nothing more than to descend onto the pitiful planet and wipe away the Human smear once and for all. Indeed, his chance arose with the breaking war between the Humans and the Methuselah, which would end up leaving him accountable for the deaths of seven million Human lives. There were, however, divisions between the four Crusniks. Lilith, whom Abel loved and cherished more than anything in all the world, believed that their powers should be used to protect the Human race rather than destroy it. Cain, both Abel's twin brother and the first Crusnik to be created, seemed to agree with her, and the pair often argued and bickered over morals, ethics, and the divide between the Humans and Methuselah.
They could have remained that way forever, the four of them, locked in a never ending cycle of wars and conflicting ideas. Lilith and Seth would try to keep the peace. Sweet, gentle Cain would argue with his hot-headed brother. It went on, and on, and on ...
Until Cain began to defect.
It's a common rule among bakers and confectioners that the first batch of day will, inevitably, end up a little spoiled in one way or another. Indeed, the same can be said to apply to science, and this time around it would be Cain's sanity that suffered. Releasing his Crusnik Nanomachines to 100% approval would start to errode away all traces of the kind boy that he once was, leaving in its place a selfish, unhinged, power-mad youth ... who became obsessed with 'cleansing' the world of impurity. He would cleanse it by fire, renew it from it's ashes, and no one would get in his way ...
Not even Lilith. Cain killed her.
Stricken with grief to the point of madness, Abel vowed to destroy Cain for what he'd done. An eye for an eye. Seth, however, didn't let him act rashly and slaughter him there and then; together, they formulated a plan to eject him from their station and let him be crushed by space itself. Cain disintegrated into a pile of dust, but Lilith's death had left it's mark on Abel. He abandoned his hatred.
Soon after, Seth and Abel crash landed down onto Earth, where he would spend the next nine hundred years weeping and mourning the loss of his love in a crypt fashioned deep below the Vatican. The chances are he would have remained there for another nine hundred years, and then another, had a young Caterina Sforza not fled there to escape Methuselah assassins. In was then that Abel realized his duty was to live out Lilith's dream by protecting the Humans; he saved Caterina and chose to renew his life again. He joined the AX at its foundation in May, 3055 A.D.
APPEARANCE
Regular form | Crusnik form
SAMPLE LOG
Plip ... Plip ........ Plip ...
The Heavens cried with him. Cold, grey rain beat down against the flat of the spotless windowpane-- the sky seemed lower, heavier than ever, and bore down on the Vatican with mournful reproach; it blamed him as he blamed himself. Noélle was gone.
Barcelona was hot, disgustingly so. Arriving, he'd wanted nothing more than to tear off his sticky cassock and join the holiday makers in skipping the sands for a dip in the sea, though he was certain that such behavior would lead to a scolding from the Lady Sforza. Oh, how he'd complained! Noélle, beautiful, clever Noélle, had been forced to exercise the most extreme measures in keeping him quiet ...
... And had spent a considerable amount of their meager travel funds on sweets, treats and other tasty snacks to keep his mind off the heat. A stroke of genius.
For a moment, he fancied he could hear the sweet chime of familiar laughter tinkling quietly from some distant hall, and he lifted his head from where it lay sagging against tear-streaked glass. A small movement, minute at best ... but he was already coming to his senses. The laughter faded into memory, and the icy hand of grief drew a pained groan from his lips as it plunged deeper into his chest. A cruel trick. Abel slowly lowered his cheek back to the chilled windowpane, and he watched with unseeing eyes as each labored puff of breath drew ghostly white blossoms across the glass.
"I'm sorry ... " A butterfly's kiss would have seemed a clamor. Abel drew his knees closer to his quivering chest and let thin fingers thread through his hair; listening closely, he could hear the dull thump of a thick, heart-shaped muscle beating steadily beneath his breast. Then came the breaths, one after another, and they sickened him to his stomach. He was living. He, the Enemy of the World, was living while so many were dying ... while so many had died ...
"No."
He gripped tightly onto handfuls of silken silver and wrenched until the rain clouds shone bright white; silent tears became desperate sobs, and Abel could only fold further into himself. His skin crawled. The death-stain spread.
SAMPLE JOURNAL
[ The waves of static hiss in and out as Abel tries his best to figure out how to work the divice, before eventually falling into a clear silence. Then, out of the blue, there's a tentative tapping sound ... almost as of someone is rapping a fingertip against the mic ... ]
Um ... Hello? Is it even on? Hello? Ah! If anyone can hear me, I'd very much appreciate a ...
... well ...
An explanation? You see, I'm an awfully busy man and I have a lot of things to tend to back at home, so if someone would be so kind as to direct me to the nearest airship, I'd be incredibly greatful! ♥
Ehh, Lady Sforza is going to be so angry with me!