Orion's unused bios + character concepts

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ABRAXAS

ROLEPLAYED BY: [member=1]Orion[/member]
FULL NAME: Abraxas

PHYSICAL

OVERALL COMPLEXION:

GENDER: Male
AGE:
EYE COLOR: Tawny brown but appear almost black in the shade.
BODY: African Wild Dog
—  This is his current body and has been since birth.
—  Biologically related to Syndicate.
BIRTHMARKS/SCARS:
—  Various scars run throughout his body, but they are not highly visible. Most of these scars wander around mistakes made within his experiments with Syndacite, seeing as his now-mindless son's outbursts usually consisted of violent behavior. It took a bit of whipping in shape to change that.
POSTURE: Uptight and tense in social situations, especially within questioning and personal situations that invade his lifestyle. He is often slouched when working though.
ACCESSORIES: Though strange, Abraxas holds himself to a certain amount of normality when it comes to his appearance. He carries little on his person. Only things truly meaningful to him will be kept on himm at all times.
—  Basil green gemstone with an emerald cup attached to a silver chain. 'ΑΒΡΑΣΑΞ' (Abraxas in Greek) is engraved into it's flat backside. Unrevealed meaning...

POSSESSIONS: Nothing notable.
WEAPONS: Nothing notable.
PRIZED POSSESSION: Nothing notable.

ACCENT: Soft-spoken Quebec French accent.
LANGUAGES: English is his first language but he speaks very loose and uncoordinated French. This is due to his former environment.
VOICE VOLUME: Rather quiet most of the time. He prefers observation and body language, something he aspires to further look into with his experiments. Nevertheless, when he is passionate and willing to speak up, his voice will deepen and become louder. Syndicate's presence often prompts a deeper tone. He is confident in his presence.
COMMON PHRASES:
LAUGHTER: Similar to his voice volume, his laughter only really comes out when he's comfortable.

ILLNESSES: Nothing notable.
— Probably something mentally, no doubt. Undiagnosed and unaware.
HANDICAPS: Nothing notable.
POWERS:
— Undecided.

MENTAL

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RELATIONS

FAMILY NAME: Unknown.
PARENTS: Unknown.
SIBLINGS: Unknown.
DIRECT FAMILY:
—  Syndicate
—  Dead spouse and two unnamed children

MARTIAL STATUS: Unavailable.
SEXUALITY: Heteroromatic asexual.
SPOUSE: Dead.

BEST FRIENDS: None.
FRIENDS: None.
APPRENTICE: None.
ENEMIES: Unknown and unwilling to share.

HISTORY

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CHILDHOOD AND EDUCATION:
TEEN YEARS:
ADULTHOOD: Abraxas had lived a long time, observing the littlest of things and remembering the times when he used to enjoy the small things. Eventually, that grew old. Years pass, lovers passing away, and close friends fading off, the African Wild Dog become closed off and unable to enjoy life greatest's pleasures. To him, there had to be a solution to his dissatisfaction. Something... or rather someone... who would prevent the bad times. The perfect mindful being to be his friend, his savior, and his protector. Someone of his own... The natural experimenter had an idea.

But as troubles grew and his mind began to take a toll on his work, his good morality faded. With every step towards the finality of his situation, he grew displeased. This experiment was no longer good-hearted. Then again, was it ever? This supposed 'friend' and protector he was going to raise from the ground up was no longer such a thing, but instead someone designed to pleasure him in any way. Simply, he was the master to a slave. Someone designed to only be there for him, not themselves. From the beginning, this truly was no beneficial situation. Yet he believed so.

Through persuasion and power, Abraxas had managed to pursue a delightful partner. Healthy, but unintelligent and unaware of her partner's intentions, they worked together as a team to create their perfect litter. Little did she know, their was no intention in his word. They were not in love, nor would they raise children together. She was the piece he needed to his puzzle and the final piece in his chess game before he yelled checkmate. Finally, they had succeeded in their goal. With a pregnant and willing wife, he proceeded onto the next step which would need a lot of courage and willingness to complete. He was too far along to give up.

The night was long for the couple as his child-bearer's screams raced throughout the Ascendant's underground complex, but that was all worth the trouble. Soon enough, their litter was born. Three beautiful pups. One was small, whelping for it's mother attention. The other was silent, waiting patiently for this time... but there was one that caught his attention. This child would become to be known as Syndicate. The dog fought it's way between the two with no remorse and claimed what was his, claiming it's spot at the top. Abraxas, pleased as ever, made his choice.

The mother and her two children died by his hand. Within the underground complex, their screams were deafened. Only father and child remained. The child that remained unphased, staring at his father. Bloodied paws grabbed at Syndicate, bringing him close. Unaware to Abraxas, the child was morphing. By providing three vulnerable souls up for the taking, the child had unwillingly absorbed their souls into his own to his own. With every kill he would make in the future, a new trait would appear within Syndicate. Abraxas, upon finding out, would use this to his advantage.

Raising the child to become his own personal servant was not hard. Through unmoral experiences and experiments, the male had figured out how to create a brainwashed warrior designed for his own pleasure. No longer was this child his son, only a piece to his game. Through pain, ignorance, and strict abuse, Abraxas had finally succeeded in creating him. Dubbing his newfound guardian Syndicate, he figured that there would no longer be any problems... as long as this thing got rid of them. With each fatality, their bond grew and the chimera grew stronger.

Now they were here. They had been yet to be found out. No one had questioned the disappearance of his wife or what had happened to the other two children she had, but instead let their ignorance run their lives. Their story had been left in the dark, it's secret kept between two mischievous figures that were unwilling to share their relationship or past.

BEST MEMORY: The birth of Syndicate...
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WORST MEMORY: The death of his love and other two children... How can his best memory also be his worst?
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