Post by Abram Dabra on Apr 4, 2019 16:58:53 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Abram Dabra
Nickname(s): N/a
Age: 19
Height: 5'9
Weight: 160
Blood Type: A+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Blond
Mental Information
Personality: Brash and defensive Abram is a man with a chip on his shoulder and no desire to apologize it. He feels marginalized by those in power, and those that were fortunate to be born with more natural gifts than him. The venom he holds for them drives him to try and surpass them with hard work, looking for whatever means he can to meet and exceed what they can do.
Judgemental and one to make snap decisions he lets his passions guide his way. Spontaneous in direction, but driven to completion. He tries to ride the line between dedicated and impulsive, falling off on either side more often than actually riding the line.
Physical Information
History Information
History: Abram was born to a poor family in the territory of 260. Neither of his parents had a lot of skill with magic or Qi. Before the war his Mom was a waitress and his Dad was a mechanic. When the war came they hunkered down and waited for the violence to end as best they could. They lived in what is now 260 when the Island took to the sky, and while they have learned a little bit of magic, like how to light a candle they have no real talent for it.
That lack of natural talent passed on to their son Abram who struggled to conjure mana and manifest magic in the way that his peers did. Not for a lack of trying or study, but he just lacked the natural gifts. What he lacked in natural gifts however he made up for in drive and intellect. For years he studied the theories of magic in hopes of making it to the Academy and rising up in station. Not just for himself, but for his family. Time and time again he failed. Year after year the rejection letter came until he just stopped getting replies at all.
Not one to give up he turned to his other skills. The mechanical skills that he learned from his parents. Something that he did have more of a gift for, building and tinkering. Jokes aside about his magic touch when it came to pre-war tech, he really did have a knack with it. And by combining old war scrap with runic magic he was able to power his finest creation, a functional Golem. The design pieced together from what he could read about the rare records of them from the old war.
Not good enough for the Academy? Spit on for the station of his birth. He was going to show them all what he was made of, and that he was worth more than anyone bargained for.