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Abaddon al-Sabbah
« on: Jun 06, 17, 12:31:41 PM »
The Basics

Character Name:  Abaddon al-Sabbah
Nicknames:
Age and Birth Year: 31; Born 162 AP
Race:  1/2 Long-Lived (Eyrien)/1/2 Short-Lived (Unknown)
Caste:  Black Widow Warlord Prince
Birth Territory:  Pruul
Home Territory:  Pruul

Birthright Jewel: cut Opal
Offering Jewel: Uncut Red

Role:
Faction:  The Sabbah (initially, at least)

Appearance

Play By:  Marlon Teixeira
Distinguishing Features:
Very faint lines where his wings were clipped in healed over, as well as the subtle differences in the structure of his shoulders that could hint that he might have once had wings.

Personality



Personality:

Rage, annoyance, the latter at times seeming almost perpetual, remain a large part of Abaddon’s life.  He has to work at keeping those feelings in check, and while he has gotten better at doing so, over the years, he still feels as though he were wearing a hairshirt just under his skin all of the time.  Despite his best efforts, there is a subtle irritation in him that he has never quite been able to completely define.  He has his moments of peace and meditation, and those times are precious to him.  Outside of those moments, whether he knows it or not, Abaddon craves connection.  He has been the goldfish in The Spider’s aquarium for a very long time, and outside of the rare few that have almost forcibly befriended him, he has no other true Family.  Even the Tribe, where he has either been hunter or obstacle, is distant to him.

Abaddon has had an unusual life.  The Spider's visions predicted Abaddon's Black Widow Caste, and that vision has dictated his life.  Training,discipline, and directed violence were early tentpoles in his world, and they persisted throughout.  He has been raised with the idea that he was very important to the Sabbah, the Heir Apparent, not only of the Sabbah, but of Adralemech’s Gifts.  He was encouraged to record his dreams, and to study hard so that one day, when his “true nature” emerged, he would be prepared for the burden of The Spider’s gifts.  This bred a need to excel and overachieve, not because he was competing with any other sibling, or for any lack of attention, if anything, he had too much of his Father’s focus.  The need was bred in because he was told how great he would be, how prescient, how important, how necessary to the future of the Sabbah and the Territory.  It is difficult for a child to ignore a sense of destiny when one is fed to him regularly, and Abaddon did not ignore it.  He embraced it, he believed it, and worked towards the goals set for him by his Father with blind faith that it was true.  Like many boys, he put his faith in his Father, and was a dutiful son, basking in the sparse praise of The Spider.  Failure would often lead to anger in the boy that he was, thought the Spider forgave his excesses, Fin and Lady Kesare made clear that he ought not to forgive himself.

This need to excel lingers with Abaddon, and likely will all of his life.  He becomes frustrated with things that do not come easily to him.  This is because his training revolved around that which he was best at.  After puberty, and his natural Black Widow Caste was realized, the lessons he had been receiving all of his life began to fall into place.  His Dreams became more real, and supported the Prophesy his Father had already divulged.  When he wasn’t studying the Arts of the Black Widow with his Father, he was studying warrior arts with Fin, or the Mind Healing arts with Lady Kesare.  All of these things presented challenges to him, challenges that he pushed through, but every activity he undertook fell squarely in his wheelhouse.  Adralemech, Prince Fin, and Lady Kesare were the other constants of his life, and from each he received something that he needed, but also lessons that he almost instinctively understood.  Abaddon did well, and even excelled when he undertook his trials, forced to apply survival lessons that Fin had taught him, but knowing that his life was never truly at risk.  This is not to say that Abaddon is not clever, but rather his education has been focused, and new experiences will always meet unconscious resistance in him, as if he half expects his Father to turn up and steer him back to the Webs.

Abaddon was not really allowed to form connection to a large number of people.  It was something he only began to question as an adult.  How could he lead a tribe or a clan if he was not allowed to get to know even the least of them?  Indeed, how could he do so when they feared him, and rightly?  People came and went out of his life as The Spider dictated, with the exception of only a small handful of people.  Adralemech, of course, was his Father, he did love the Man who seemed to dote on him, even as he set harder and harder tasks before him, asking him to go deeper and deeper into the Webs.  Prince Fin was his first true friend, at least in Abaddon’s mind, one of three people in his life that touched him freely, even if it was for combat practice, and that spoke to him plainly.  Fin was not a Warlord prince, but he seemed to know them well enough, and his counsel helped Abaddon throughout his life.  Another was Lady Kesare, who taught him so much, but also was something of a mother-figure to him.  She encouraged him, held him, touched him, even ruffled his hair, and made every lesson a joy.  These are the people he trusts most in the world.  He has had women, because he has had needs, so he does not have a clear understanding of how to forge new relationships.  He tends to err on the side of formality, because that is what he knows, but so much of his close connections were constructs of circumstance, that making new friends does not come easy.

His other option, when it comes to interactions with strangers, is violence.  He has hunted and executed criminals for the Sabbah for years.  He has fought and prepared young people for their lives as adults by fighting them in the Trials.  Abaddon knows that not everyone requires the darker side of his nature, but he has had very little experience with what most would call the middle ground.  He has either dealt with those dedicated to him, or with those he was told to see as enemies of the Tribe.  Moderation, while not a new idea to him, is new in its application, particularly with the sudden absence of his Father and everything that goes with the events surrounding the Rains.  Frustration is far easier than moderation.

There is a distinct air of superiority about him,not because he is particularly arrogant, but because he has been told, all his life, that he was special.  Not only that, his natural volatility conspire to make him sarcastic and biting in wit, when he does not necessarily mean to be.  There is an unconscious expectation in him that people will defer to his obvious intelligence and education.  He can be charming, and even witty, but it is more often to amuse himself, as it is to please others.  Making new relationships, even acquaintances, shares a similar obstacle as his frustration with subjects and things not coming easily to him.  Abaddon is a Mind Healer, he has a broad understanding of what can damage one’s Chalice, of the trauma and emotions that could cause turmoil in an individual, and yet--he is not comfortable with new people.  It takes time for him to warm up to people, or for people to realize he’s not really looking down on them.  He wants to be social, he would like nothing more than to know what it is like to simply smile and greet friends, or spend simple time in their company, but that was never his lot in life.  Crowds of strangers make him nervous and edgy, and he defaults to his sense of superiority as a shield, if not outright anger.

In the wake of the Rains, and seeds of revelation planted in him by Prince Fin and Lady Kesare, Abaddon’s world is crumbling.  His Father is dead at the hands of a Queen that looms large in his visions, some of which he shared with his Father.  The constant in his life, Adralemech, is dead, and Pruul is changing forever.  Fin has hinted that Abaddon resembles a man from Fin’s past, and Abaddon has long had dreams of an Eyrien Man that had once seemed strange to him.  In his dreams, he saw nothing of himself in that Eyrien, but with Fin’s words, and later Lady Kesare’s upon discussing his dreams, he began to see more of that Man, in him.  The Eyrien in his dreams seemed bathed in blood and sorrow, and when the Riots broke out before the coming of the Rains, the Blood had aroused a dark need him him, a need that the dreams and his training and being used as a weapon of control against the Tribe had helped repress.  He had almost leapt out to do violence, but the death of his Father had brought him to a halt, and the Rains had kept him still.  Abaddon’s world is in flux, everything he dreamed of and saw was finally coming to pass, but where was his Queen?  Ghanima had killed his Father, surely she was not the Queen from his dreams for whom his soul yearned.

Abaddon is on edge.  Uncertain of his future, and more disturbingly, uncertain of his past.  It makes him, at least for a time, terribly dangerous, a fact that he recognizes.  Solitude is his safety, as without The Spider to declare his unforgivable actions as entirely forgivable, he would make of himself more of a pariah than he already fears he might be.


Likes:

  • 1 Craft;  He is curious about all manner of Crafts, even those he doesn't quite understand, even though he assumes he can understand them all.  He is fascinated by written works on the subject, and the various ways in which individuals express their Power.  He is particularly interested in other forms of Black Widow Craft, but is education in this regard has been fairly focused.
  • 2 The Hunt; Abaddon was used as a weapon of control against his own tribe.  He hunted criminals and others that were targeted by the Spider for transgressions, or perceived transgressions against the Tribe and Adralemech himself.  It felt good to be of use, it felt good to put his instincts and his Power to use.  It is only later that Abaddon has to deal with the fact that it is entirely possible, even likely, that those he hunted did not deserve it--but that does not delete the pleasure he took in the act.
  • 3 The Rut;  Abaddon understands the Rut and what it requires of him, his enjoyment of it, however, is complicated.  This is not to imply that he doesn't understand the danger he poses, or that he simply embraces the carnal insanity.  It is more that during this time, he was allowed to freely connect with the women provided to him by his Father.  They were, of course, trained and prepared, and knew better than to deny him, but there was sex as often as there was simply the enjoyment of skin to skin contact.
Dislikes:

  • 1  Lies;  Abaddon has been lied to all of his life, and the end result was the ultimate realization that his life was a fabrication.  If he was not The Spider's true son, who was he?  If he was not the Heir to the Sabbah, then what was he supposed to do.  Lies had been what his life was built on, and now he cannot stomach them, tries his best not to tell them, and hates himself when he does.  He does not like being lied to either, and will react poorly if he learns of it.
     
  • 2  Ignorance; his own or that of others.  Whenever he runs into something he simply does not know, it aggravates him, and serves as a reminder of how over-specialized his education has been.  It could be Craft, Politics, some trick to find water, anything at all.  He knows he can't know everything, but there are times when it feels like he doesn't know the right, and that is especially annoying.  For example, he's rubbish on horse, but knows he shouldn't be.  Conversely, when someone doesn't know something that seems obvious to him, he finds that a bit aggravating as well.
     
  • 3  Uncertainty;  He hates feeling uncertain about what he should do, or about his own life, or how to handle a social situation.  HIs defense is a screen of arrogance, most times, but he really wishes he knew what do to all the time.  Once upon a time, he felt certain about everything, even leadership, should the mantle fall to him.  A bad decision done quickly, is better than doing nothing at all, but now he can't even do that.  He hesitates, he wants to consult the Webs first, make sure he is right, and one can't do that in life.

    Fears:

  • 1  Being Alone; Not in the sense that he can’t spend time alone, but being truly alone in the world.  If his Father is not his Father, and he does not know who his Mother is, then he has no Family in this world.  If those he feels closest to see him as something other than a Sabbah, then he has nothing and no one, and for all his Gifts--What would he be then?
  • 2  Insanity; he knew bit by bit, piece by piece, that his Father, Adralemech, was sliding into madness.  He resisted that knowledge for a time, because he suspected that The Spider stared to long into the Webs, and a part of him got lost in there.  He knows that he risks the same thing, that every time he builds a Web to peer into visions and dreams, he is walking the tightrope between sanity and madness.  Even the most skilled sometimes lose their balance.  Will he know if he does?  Or will he bend the world to his will?  Neither prospect does anything other than frighten him.
  • 3  The Ruin of Pruul; Abaddon believes in the Prophecy.  He dreamed of a Queen, and of the Rains.  He dreamed of sweeping change in the Territory, but were these dreams truly his own?  With all the lies and Machinations, did  he prove The Spider right? Or did his Father use him to support his madness and his rule over the Territory?  Abaddon has been party to so much wrong, not directly, and perhaps not even consciously, but if anyone could have changed the course of Adramelech’s path, should it not have been him?  What if it is all a lie?  From his dreams, to the Queen that he knows waits for him (and he for her), to the Rains that could leave as swiftly as they came.
Craft Strengths:

  • 1  Tangled Webs;  Adralemech dreamed of another visionary, and never one to simply let fate take its course, he made sure that Abaddon would be that which he dreamed.  Abaddon has been learning about Vision Webs for years, though it was not until his snaketooth showed itself, that he was allowed to actually make queries of his own.  The end result of this is that while The Twisted Kingdom demands Abaddon’s respect, he is not at all afraid of it.  He knows that if one delves too deeply, one can be driven mad, and that is his fear, bu for Abaddon the Webs are tool, just one that is more dangerous than most.  Abaddon would also be a capable guide to the Tangled Webs, his education having given way to practical application.
  • 2  Mind Healing;  Abaddon had a natural talent for understanding the paths and formations of the mind.  He understood how certain events shaped ones thoughts and mannerisms, though this did nothing for his social skills.  Once this instinctive understanding of the warp and woof of the mind was understood, The Spider engaged one Lady Kesare, the most Gifted Mind Healer in Pruul, to tutor Abaddon.  From her, he learned a great deal about the Mind, his own, and that of others.  If anything began to crumble his faith and his Father, it was the process of learning how his own mind had been shaped towards certain goals.  As a result, he is quite skilled at recognizing tampering and spells placed upon the mind.
Craft Weaknesses:

  • 1  Illusion Webs;  Perhaps ironically, Abaddon’s training did not lend itself to illusions.  While he understood it was a skill of the Black Widow, and a Craft that should have been well within his bailiwick, he was frustrated to discover that his Father’s methods had largely diverted him from this particular Craft, and he now has trouble constructing these kinds of Webs.  If he does make them, the do not last terribly long, and the effort and frustration required to produce such a minimal effect feels like a poor investment whenever he must do so, which is rare.
  • 2  Incite Rage; Abaddon exists in a place of almost constant irritation, especially thanks to recent events.  He has the means to deal with it, but expressions of Craft, under pressure or harassment, or combat craft causes his own Rage to rise.  The actual technique of Incite Rage is especially dangerous for him to use, as it will undoubtedly bring his own Rage to the fore.  It moves him from being on edge, to being on the verge of explosive with only the slightest negative stimulus needed to set him off.
Life Story

Family:
Birth MotherAdjani -:- Age: 54 (139 AP)    -:- Black Widow -:- Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk
Birth Father: Drakkar Estaroth -:- Age: 2021 (Born 1828 BP) -:- Warlord Prince -:- Blood Opal to Red
Adoptive Father: Adralemech al-Sabbah -:- Age:  72 (121 AP) -:- Black Widow Prince -:- Summer Sky to Blood Opal

History:

Abaddon al-Sabbah has spent much of his life living a lie.  His true history is a tragedy that touches upon three territories, and may yet touch upon more, in the fullness of time.  It is unclear why a Black Widow from Raej by the name of Adjani crossed paths with an Eyrien Warlord Prince named Drakkar, but it happened.  It is suspected, albeit by Adramelech alone, that the woman must have been a slave fleeing Raej, and fate dealt with her poorly.  She ran into Drakkar in Rut, though she did not learn the Eyrien’s name until afterward.  The Rut left her weak, and she was recaptured by her Raejan master, and sold to the Geiba and the Mines of Pruul.  Adramelech had gleaned rumors from the slavers, or perhaps his own visions, that the Raejan Black Widow was somehow associated with a Court in that Territory, but the woman’s fate ultimately mattered little to The Spider.

What mattered most was the child his visions told him that she would bear.  A child he could claim as his own, a child that he could groom in his image, a child that was a Gift from the Darkness.  The Spider was guided by his visions back to the Mines and to Adjani.  He only learned about the Female in the wake of dreaming about his true prize, the Male child she would give birth to in the Mines.  To keep the unborn, and at the time, unknown child safe from the Geiba, Adramelech had Adjani taken out of the Mines and brought to him in secret.  Adjani was weak after giving Birth, and that was when The Spider came to her, she had never seen him before that day.  He claimed the babe, all but pulling the infant from her breast.  Adramelech returned the Raejan woman to the Mines, where she soon perished in the wake of the Birth of her Son.  The Spider purchased the Geiba’s silence, with coin and under threat, and kept the child, claiming him as his own son, and giving him the name Abaddon al-Sabbah.  The infant clearly took after his true Father, but that was not desirable to The Spider.  Despite visions of his newborn “son” being a uniting force between Pruul and Askavi, the Spider still clipped the infant child’s wings early, and engaged Sabbah Healers to leave only the slightest of scars.  If he was to be a uniter, he would do it as a true Sabbah.

Adramelech’s prescient visions guided his decisions regarding the infant Abaddon.  They already knew that the child was a Warlord Prince, but only The Spider knew what he would become.  Training began early for the child, as early as four rather than the six years of age that was tradition for most clans.  Despite the boy not being of his blood, The Spider was determined to make the child his in spirit, and so he gave the infant much of his attention and free time.   As far as Abaddon knew, he was the beloved son of Adramelech al-Sabbah.  His education was focused far more on what The Spider believed the Boy could be, rather than what he was.  However, the nature of a Warlord Prince was not something The Spider could completely ignore, not without endangering his newfound Boy, and his Clan.  Some portion of young Abaddon’s training was entrusted to Fin, the Master of the Guard for the Sabbah.

Abaddon lived on a schedule kept by his adoptive Father.  Adramelech wanted the boy to focus on what The Spider considered most important, that being Black Widow Craft, and ultimately, ruling Pruul.  Fin handled Abaddon’s warrior training within the strict confines of what The Spider allowed, and while this schedule was flexible to adjust to the potentially random needs of a Warlord Prince as he grew, it was still highly regimented.  It is during these training sessions over the years, that the Master of the Guard notices certain details about Abaddon that arouse certain suspicions.  Unknown to Abaddon, he bore a certain resemblance to his Birth Father, a thing that only Fin would notice, a resemblance that didn’t solidify until the Boy was beyond puberty.  Of all of Abaddon’s teachers, Abaddon felt closest to Fin, if only because combat training requires much in the way of contact.  The rest of his training was so cerebral, it lacked that element.  It was this physical and emotional closeness that allowed Fin to notice the very faint scars on Abaddon’s back.  It is Fin that warns Abaddon, even as a child, to pay attention to his instincts, and to not to let the tension build too much, or he could hurt someone.

Fin was proven more than correct in short order.  Abaddon, as a youth struggled with the seemingly alchemical nature of his temperament.  Not only did he have the urges and violent nature of the Warlord Prince, this was eventually coupled with the Darkness of his Birthright, and the added sharpness of his other Caste which would only reveal itself before he had completely come to grips with the rest.  Blood, terror, and death were discovered early when Abaddon lost control, and had to be forcibly corralled by his betters.  Adramelech refused to punish the boy for his excesses, excusing them as part of his ‘education’, only Fin made clear that for all that Abaddon had not been in his right mind, he was wholly responsible for the lives lost or ruined by his Rages or his Ruts.  It was something he would always have to be watchful for, another burden placed on the shoulders of a young man whose life was not his own.

At first, Fin tried to use combat training as a safety valve for Abaddon.  He attempted to provide an outlet for the energy and appetites of the boy, but it was not enough.  The Spider began to use Abaddon as a hound.  He would set the young man to the task of tracking down and putting criminals to death, in open combat, and sometimes organized trials held, most often, privately.  Abaddon was hesitant at first, but Adramelech would whisper in his ear, in his mind, and list the wrong done by his prey, and set the urge to protect and destroy off as surely as setting the fuse on a bomb.  Abaddon pursued these criminals mercilessly, heedless of their cries for mercy.  If they ran, they were surely guilty, and if they took up arms against him, that meant much the same.  In so doing, Abaddon silenced criminals, the enemies of the Sabbah, and more, all to curb the fire and violence that pulsed through him.  All in the name of righteousness, only Fin ever made him doubt himself in this, only enough for Abaddon to question, but never quite enough to drive the young Prince to disobey.
Fin continued to monitor and mentor Abaddon, but any time that he was not hunting or fighting was spent in dedication to training with and for his Father.  From a very young age, Adramelech trained his “Son” in the Crafts of the Black Widow, with a focus on being a visionary.  Abaddon proved fertile soil of Adramelech’s teachings into and regarding The Tangled Webs, convincing the boy that not only was he the Heir to al-Sabbah, but that his coming was predestined.  Touching upon this subject seemed to open Abaddon up to dreams and nightmares, neither of which completely made sense to the young and growing Abaddon.  Sometimes, but only rarely, he dreamed of Rain...most of the time, he dreamed of violence.  He was not sure if they were visions or nightmares, and only called them so because the violence, while not shocking to him, would surely have shocked others.  He dreamed of flying and of blood and battle, and somehow rather than shock him, these dreams soothed him as a boy and a young man.

There was great pain in his dreams and nightmares as well.  Abaddon knew what an Eyrien was, thanks to his education, but he could not figure out why an Eyrien Male would figure so largely in his dreams.  Adramelech told him that it was his Warlord Prince Caste manifesting itself, and that was why he had such dreams of violence and moments of suffering that he would one day alleviate through his Black Widow training.  The Rains were a symbol of the peace and wonder that Pruul would one day offer through him.  His Father’s reassurances did nothing to stop the dreams.  He did not have them every night, but he had them often. 

Visions of a sword being plunged through a Prince, of an Eyrien holding women close to him, grieving with the Female each and every time, and even that same Eyrien experiencing pleasure and closeness with the Females who would later appear dead in his arms.  Those were the dreams that confused Abaddon the most; why would he dream of the suffering of one man he did not know, and would likely never know?  What would an endless life of suffering have to teach him?  As confusing as those dreams were, it was the ones he labeled 'nightmares' that made the most sense to him, that both horrified and soothed him all at once.  They were dreams of battle, of that same Eyrien soaked in blood, and still wanting more.  The fighting seemed endless, battle with both empty hands and subtle craft, sometimes in the air and other times on the ground, but always bloody and shockingly violent.  The visions of blood and broken bodies shocked him, but somehow--strangely--the violence soothed him, fed the need that Fin had warned him about.

The dreams would wax and wane in their intensity throughout Abaddon’s life, but they never really went away.  When Adramelech’s visions were finally proven accurate, and Abaddon developed a snake-tooth that he never really believed was coming, despite his training, that his time with his Father, The Spider, only doubled.  More and more, he was drawn into the Craft of the Black Widow, with emphasis on interpreting and experiencing the Tangled Webs.  Everything before that time had been theory, but when he was realized as a natural Black Widow, The Spider decided that the time for just theory was done.  Training with his Father intensified, and when the young man showed a small talent for understanding the Mind, Adramelech sent for Lady Kesare, making an arrangement for her to tutor the boy when she visited Pruul.  It was also around this time that The Spider was warned, again, about The Rut--something that was especially important with the boy coming into puberty, and about to go through his Trials.

It seemed that Abaddon’s dual nature could not be entirely curbed.  No amount of discipline could entirely restrain him, nor could his needs be ignored.  Even at rest, at times, he was on edge.  In those early days, when the Black Widow had revealed itself, his mind and body were restless.  He became difficult for even his Father to control, and thus a new outlet was necessary.  Abaddon was asked to participate in the Trials that the tribe holds as a Rite of Passage into adulthood.  The potential adult did not have to defeat Abaddon, necessary, but they did have to make a good showing, and Abaddon had to do his very best not to kill them.  The young Black Widow Warlord Prince participated regularly, as often as he possibly could, both to shake out the violence, and the edge, and to exhaust the great reservoirs of his stamina.  As before, his excesses were forgiven, rather than punished, and more than one youth never made it to being a productive member of the Tribe.  Once again, Fin made Abaddon feel those deaths, lest the young man take those lives for granted.

In an effort to minimize the impact of the Warlord Prince upon the Black Widow that Abaddon was meant to be, his Father arranged for a small set of Females to be available for his Son when that urge came upon him.  In fact, in an effort to minimize attachments for and to Abaddon, Adralemech rotated these women around, so that no two Ruts ever saw the same set of of females.  For the young Black Widow Warlord Prince, his only real connections were with his Father, and to a lesser extent, Fin.  There were countless members of the household, people that tended to his needs, but they too were rotated in and out, all to avoid unnecessary distractions.  Hunting, Combat, and battle took up most of a young Abaddon’s day, with Applied Craft coming only later.  Even when the time of his Trials came near, Abaddon needed little in the way of extra training, as he had been actively fighting for some time by then..  When he was not purging those dark needs, he either learning from his Father, or Lady Kesare, when her time allowed.  Lady Kesare also noticed certain details about her pupil that made Adralemech’s claim that Abaddon was his son a little suspect.

For Abaddon, it was a strangely isolated, and yet very public life.  On the one hand, he was a known, feared, and recognized member of the Sabbah who trained for and passed his Trials, and on the other, he could count on one hand the people that he felt that he knew.  If he had to choose one friend, it would be Fin, and that because besides his Father, he has known Fin the longest.  Lady Kesare is also among those he considers a friend, but he does not see her for long spaces of time, however, his teacher in the arts of the Mind has taken steps to try and stay in touch while she is away.  Just as he begins to make use of Webs himself, encouraged by his Father, the dreams and visions of a woman, a Queen came to him.  Dreams not unlike his Father’s, albeit with small and subtle differences.  Like his Father, he came to believe in The Mineborn Prophecy, and was part of the reason those pregnancies went uninterrupted down in the Mines.  He dreamed of a Queen, and felt something more with those visions.  Adramelech took his Son’s visions as proof that his own were accurate, despite the small differences in the details that he simply credited to Abaddon’s relative inexperience.

Young Abaddon was aware that he had brothers, and that they had been sent away to The Little Citadel, and he always wondered why that was.  Perhaps, he thought, it was because of the fact that he and his Father shared dreams of that same Queen, and the Rains.  He would have liked to know his Brothers, but his Father’s relentless focus on his destiny made that an unfulfilled familial desire.  For Abaddon, those concerns were distant.  His Father was a shining light for the child that he was, and only after his Trials did he begin to think that there was a remote possibility that something was wrong with Adralemech.  Even then, Abaddon took it to be eccentricity born of spending much time trying to untangle the meaning behind visions seen in The Tangled Webs.  Lady Kesare had warned him that too long in The Twisted Kingdom could lead to damage to his mind, and her words stayed with him.  He read the Webs whenever his Father asked him to, but he took far greater care than it seemed that his Father did.

Abaddon became too sensitive not to become concerned about his Father, but what could he do?  He had been the Voice of the Sabbah for years, and his Father.  A Father he loved for all the time they spent together.  It was not all learning and craft, though much of it had been.  There were stories, and moments where he and his Father simply walked through the desert, not too far from safety, but far enough to enjoy Pruul’s stark beauty.  His Father was sparse with his praise, but when Abaddon received it, he could ride out the pride and glow of that praise for weeks.  It was true that he had learned and felt things that had begun to create the tiniest of cracks in the foundations of his life.  Yet, Abaddon continued to be the dutiful son, exploring his Gifts, and even using them to assist the Sabbah and other Clans, from time to time.  As he grew older, his isolation began to dwindle apace, though his Father occasionally intervened if he believed Abaddon was being too lax in his studies.  It was when Adramelech moved to secure the Territory that the young man, presumed Heir to The Spider, began to become concerned.

Adramelech become obsessed with the Mineborn, and more than that, fixated on Ghanima al-Izar.  Abaddon believed the Mineborn were essential to the future of Pruul, but that was where his viewpoint and The Spider’s began to diverge.  He wanted to understand them, to know them, as he was aware that, in some part, he was responsible for their existence, but Adramelech forbid it.  Then his visions of the Queen came more regularly, more demanding, and more insistent.  She was the key, but not because she was his Sister, The Spider's deceased daughter, given form by The Darkness again.  This combined with conversations he had with Fin and Lady Kesare began to further weaken the foundation beneath his feet.  Abaddon’s dreams seemed to become more intense, his visions shorter, but more specific.  He saw the Mineborn Queen, but never had the chance to meet her before she was asleep.  He had wanted to, had even tried, but The Spider had found a means to distract him each and every time.  Seeing her remained with him however, and his dreams took on a tenor he could not explain, as if she were the answer to a question his soul was asking, but that his mouth could not shape.

Ghanima was sequestered away, and the answers Abaddon received when he asked after her from his Father only made him more and more concerned and inexplicably angry.

Abaddon didn’t agree with keeping Ghanima from her Family.  He could not imagine being kept from his own, small as it was.  He would fight if someone told him he could no longer see his Father, or Fin, or Lady Kesare.  He tried to convince his Father that they should be embracing the Mineborn not containing them, or poking and prodding them, but the response he received only served to further weaken the Black Widow Warlord Prince’s blind faith in his Father.  He began to quietly observe his Father’s behavior, and to travel when he could, seeing how others viewed The Spider.  His Black Widow Craft allowed him to go where he might otherwise have been barred, and ultimately seeks out Lady Kesare and Fin with what he has learned.  Now, there is a tension between he and his Father that had never been there, and all the small facts that he dismissed throughout his life have come crashing down on him, forcing him to realize two awful truths; his Father has slid into madness, and worse, he may not even be his Father.

But how does one take that realization when it might well ruin one’s own life?  Abaddon, for all his prescience, for all of his learning, thin self-control, and wisdom had no idea how to proceed.  He want through the motions, performing his duties, and avoiding the Webs.  When he did finally consult the Webs, all he could see was blood and rain, which only left him with more questions.  When the Mineborn attempted to take their Queen, and they were captured, he could feel his Father’s outrage by just being in the same room with him.  Abaddon was there when The Spider pronounced his sentence on the Mineborn, he was a man grown, and he still could not produce the courage to stop his Father.  Denying The Spider would be like denying his life, and that was a deeply troubling prospect.  But, so many rose against his Father, those close to the Mineborn, and even the Voice of the Jinan, denied him and called for rebellion.  Abaddon felt that his Father was wrong, but what side would he choose?  The choice was taken from him.

The sleeping Queen rose, and touched Adramelech--and killed him.  Abaddon called out, roared in shock and outrage and ran out of the crowd behind his Father as if he could stop what had already happened.  He had not seen this, he had not---and then he remembered the blood in his visions, and even as he moved to catch his  Father’s crumpling body, he looked to the sky expectantly.

The Rains came, and hid his confusion and his tears.


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[note: Thanks to Idariel for playing Lady Kesare with Abaddon  Posted with her knowledge and consent.]

The Festival City of Onn, and all of its variety of colors and tents did have a rare permanent structure, the Vaya Temple.  The Sabbah and others move through it, and made use of its maze of corridors and rooms and tall spires for a number of purposes.  A set of rooms within its depths had been put aside for Abaddon’s use.  One of them with access to a small balcony that overlooked the City.  The Black Widow Warlord Prince appreciated the space, and its distance from others.  It was a place of power, and it almost did not matter where he was within it, so long as he was.  He preferred the interior rooms, where it was darkest and coolest, and that was where he worked and learned most often.  It allowed him time to be alone with his occasionally foul tempers, and when he made an error in Craft or other lesson, he did not blow the place apart as he would with a tent or other weaker material.  Every stone had been carved with tools and Craft, blood, sweat and tears, and while did not feel as though he could permanently damage it--if he did--he would have felt a part of history.
 
Prince Abaddon was looking forward to seeing Lady Kesare, for a number of reasons.  He was always more settled in her presence.  She was so calm and centered, and beautiful, not that he should concern himself with that, but he could not help his instincts.  The Prince was a Black Widow and a Warlord Prince, a volatile mix that had been controlled by discipline and study.  He understood, better than all but perhaps the Lady or Adralemech himself, that he could be moody at the best of times.  This was especially true if he did not have lessons to focus upon, or exercise to commit his body to.  Hence, he often chose to keep busy, lest he make his friends and retainers suffer the sharper side of his tongue, or the thorny side of his demeanor.  Abaddon liked Lady Kesare, so he attempted to prepare himself for her arrival.  She would, undoubtedly, challenge him, and she could be particularly sharp if he met her with a poor attitude at doing so.
 
She had been a Black Widow for far longer than he had, and her sharpness of tongue and attitude was far more biting and far more accurate than he could currently manage in his subjectively tender years.  Nearly thirty was a meaningless number of years to the Lady.
 
Abaddon prepared by spending the time while he waited in the preparation of an illusion web.  He was terrible with those, and they took so very long to piece together, and the chance for failure was high but he was not seeking success--thankfully--he was simply killing time.  It served to focus his mind, and prepare the way for the Webs and lessons that Kesare would doubtless bring to him that day.  Abaddon had placed sensory webs in the hallway approaching this laboratory that had been set aside years ago for his exclusive use.  This hallway was narrow, and lonely, and had a unique feature.  As one moved down it, moving away from the exterior, silence seemed to fall over the space until the only sound were the ones the individual brought with them.The Lady might see his webs, and dismantle them without his knowledge, though she would tell him where he had erred.  He had left the Web to warn him of her approach specifically, which would be a sign that he could surrender his work on the illusion, and prepare for his session with that Lady.  Without that purposeful distraction, he would have been an unpleasant pupil.
 
Lady Kesare’s presence touched him, calling his attention to what was happening, a moment or two before his Security Web was folded into another, made for the purpose. She did not overpower his Craft, but subverted it to her own uses through skill, a bit of his blood, and long preparation. Her touch upon his mind was gentle, welcoming, and pleased. She drifted to his rooms, using Craft to make the sound of a clap just outside of his door.
 
It was never wise to touch a Black Widow’s door, nor to burst unannounced into a Warlord Prince’s personal space, no matter how certain of a welcome one might be.
 
Abaddon stopped what he was doing the moment he sensed the Lady.  He cleared away the Web he had been working on, with a small bit of relief, he did not want to answer questions about his lack of progress on such a seemingly simple task.  He sensed her work, and pondered it, even as she moved closer to him.  Abaddon welcomed her touch with a hint of relief, a hint of pleasure, and simple happiness that she was finally there.  Had she not done so, he might have sat there puzzling out what she had done without that soft interruption.  He rose to his feet, cleared the locks on his door, and opened it to greet her with a smile.  He did not speak, but having felt her mind touch his own, he offered his welcome along a gentle thread.  *It is very good to see you, Lady.*  She had always respected his space, for all the right reasons, not out of fear or because she thought him strange.  He stepped aside to welcome her within, and gave her a polite bow, *I have water ready for that tea that you like.*
 
*Prince Abaddon,* Lady Kesare’s mind touch was a precise, gentle presence, completely contained within a prescribed area of his psych. Even while her mind brushed him with a Psychic hug, her gloved hand reached for his. *I am pleased to see you looking so well … and working so hard.* a faint flare of power, vastly less than his own, traced out the psychic imprint of the one piece of Craft the young Black Widow Warlord Prince had not wanted his mentor to find. Gentle amusement, affection and challenge was permitted to permeate her psychic presence.
 
Abaddon took her offered hand in his own, and gave it a gentle squeeze.  Lady Kesare was one of the few people he had regular contact with, not just in the sense that she was a regular presence in his life, but she actually made it a point to make contact.  He cherished those seemingly small intimacies.  Abaddon had grown up in a world of changing faces, with only a few constants; his Father, the Lady, and Fin.  Everyone else was prone to change, which was a sacrifice demanded of him, in order to follow in his Father’s footsteps.  A path that was beginning to trouble him.  Abaddon breathed a sigh, and despite his nearly thirty years of life, somehow managed to look a bit sheepish.  She sensed the annoyance in his mind, not with her, but with himself.  *Oh.  That.  I did not want to be idle while I waited, so I was practicing a Web.  I did not finish it before you arrived*  That was the truth.  Kesare knew the rest.  Abaddon preferred to converse this way, likely because it was difficult to prevaricate in this method of communication.


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Caste Requesting :  Black Widow Warlord Prince

Reasons For Requesting these Castes:

  • The Black Widow Caste is what draws Adramelech to Abaddon
  • The Spider has had visions of Abaddon’s place by his side, and that the Boy could one day bring together Pruul and Askavi.  He desired both an Heir, and a Power groomed to promote his goals.  This does not happen without the Black Widow Caste.
  • Abaddon has Dreams of his own, though as a youth, he cannot tell if they are his or encouraged by either his Father directly, or indirectly due to their studies.  It is in these early days that he dreams of his Father, though he does not know it, to him it is an Eyrien Male, as recognizable as his Father’s Master of the Guard--but that similarity ended swiftly.
  • Abaddon is The Dreamer, and when he comes into his Natural Black Widow Caste, his Father encourages him to apply his training, and put them into practice.
  • Abaddon’s visions further underpin and support Adramelech’s authority, and marks the young Black Widow Warlord Prince as The Spider’s Heir Apparent.  In so doing, Abaddon becomes an unwitting actor in The Spiders plans and schemes for the territory, the Mineborn, the Sabbah and beyond.
  • His Black Widow Caste will also allow him to be a Mind Healer, which will be a prime mover in plots involving Ghanima, Lucky to some extent, and the Mineborn as a whole.  It also pulls in Idariel’s Lady Kesare, as both a tutor in the Craft, and in mental health.
  • Lady Kesare is very important in Pruul, and elsewhere.  She was not a constant teacher for Abaddon, but she was a regular presence in his life at intervals across his life.  If he learned anything about the importance of human contact, he learned it from the Lady, and considers her a close, personal friend, though he does not know if she feels the same of her pupil.
  • His visions of Askavi also create a connection with Drakkar and Fin, that could not otherwise be leveraged without the Black Widow caste and Abaddon’s visions.
  • Ghanima will have old Webs attached to her Mind, the stress of the Rains, things she has forgotten before the coma, during, and now that she has risen.  A Mind Healer nearby will help her in her sudden and highly important position.
  • Abaddon will Bond to Ghanima, bring an al-Sabbah into the al-Izar, on the heels of her murdering his Father.  It is another Black Widow that will likely be distrusted, and yet will be close to arguably the most important Queen in Pruul.
  • His Black Widow Caste and his connection to The Spider will cast a pall of suspicion over him, that will cause its own plots, and that would be otherwise lessened in dramatic effect and appeal without it.  This is true in the territory, not only of the al-Izar.
  • The Warlord Prince caste connects him to his Father, and to another Territory, adding another tie that is not only in Blood.  In terms of narrative, it creates an echo with Drakkar in particular, that opens many paths for storytelling and connection that might not otherwise be present.  If they share not only the similarity in strength, but similarity in disposition and Caste, there is a potential for a connection that can bridge time and distance between them, a level of understanding that might not otherwise be present.  In combination with the Black Widow, it turns Abaddon into something of a potentially explosive mystery...it raises questions of trust, acceptance and its possibility, and even self destruction that would not be present otherwise.
Plans for this Character:
 
  • Plots with Ghanima
  • Plots with Lucky and any that Bond to Ghanima
  • Plots with all of The Mineborn
  • Plots with the growing al-Izar, after the Rains
  • Plots with Fin and the al-Sabbah
  • Plots with Lady Kesare and potentially those connected to her and her home territory.
  • Potentially plots with his unknown Mother, who could be Schroedinger’s dead/alive Mother.
  • Plots with Drakkar, his Birth Father, and potentially Askavi
  • Plots with whatever potential mystery his Mother is, if any.
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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah {WiP}
« Reply #1 on: Jun 06, 17, 12:42:36 PM »
Purchased Dark Descent Roll.

Could I get the Roll for his Jewels?  (Be good to me Roller, I think it's our first Rodeo.)




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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah {WiP}
« Reply #2 on: Jun 06, 17, 12:52:05 PM »
Per your purchase of a Dark Descent roll...

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Opal Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Red Jewel at your Offering.

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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah {WiP}
« Reply #3 on: Jun 06, 17, 02:47:26 PM »
<3 <3 <3
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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah
« Reply #4 on: Jun 17, 17, 05:26:03 PM »
Alright, he's Ready for a review...



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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah
« Reply #5 on: Jun 18, 17, 05:19:14 PM »
added to queue.

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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah
« Reply #6 on: Jun 19, 17, 12:06:27 PM »
Fin/Drakkar mentions are good with me!

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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah
« Reply #7 on: Jun 19, 17, 12:07:10 PM »
Kesare mentions all approved <3






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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah
« Reply #8 on: Jun 19, 17, 04:04:00 PM »
Lucky plots and general Pruulness approved by me.





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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah
« Reply #9 on: Jun 20, 17, 12:19:28 PM »

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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah
« Reply #10 on: Jul 18, 17, 03:51:32 PM »
Definitely keeping; slowed down on edit.  But I'm back, mostly. :)



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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah
« Reply #11 on: Aug 07, 17, 09:46:34 AM »

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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah
« Reply #12 on: Aug 07, 17, 10:45:16 PM »
Keeping!

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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah
« Reply #15 on: Oct 23, 17, 09:42:41 AM »
Will be keeping!

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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah
« Reply #16 on: Oct 25, 17, 12:58:34 PM »
A Second Pass, please.



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« Reply #17 on: Oct 25, 17, 02:06:54 PM »
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Re: Abaddon al-Sabbah
« Reply #19 on: Nov 13, 17, 01:36:52 PM »
Ready for Another :)



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« Reply #21 on: Nov 14, 17, 11:34:03 AM »
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« Reply #22 on: Nov 17, 17, 02:40:39 PM »
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« Reply #23 on: Nov 17, 17, 03:45:52 PM »

..but not yet ready for play! As a dual casted male petition, this app requires two approvals.

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