Au moment où Abysso avait jeté sa griffe dans un compartiment latéral et monté à bord de l'APC, il grimpait déjà avec le reste de l'équipe. Pendant toutes ses années à Oakridge, la ponctualité n'avait jamais été son point le plus fort. Il avait fait une bonne sieste au cours des vingt dernières heures, mais il aidait un étudiant beaucoup plus jeune de la division Warfare à cacher une lame dans son bras prothétique, ce qui s'est avéré plus difficile qu'il ne l'avait prévu parce qu'elle ne pouvait pas se décider si elle voulait que la lame sorte comme une porte, ou simplement pouvoir se rétracter comme une griffe de chat. Le temps semblait juste lui échapper chaque fois qu'il prenait un projet, et bien qu'il n'était pas en retard exactement - il a vérifié son téléphone pour s'assurer qu'il était arrivé dans le temps donné - il était clair qu'il était l'un des derniers à monter.
Le véhicule lui-même était sur le côté plus robuste, il a noté qu'il a pris un siège et s'est fixé, et certains des autres Transporteurs manquaient d'armure mais plus que compensé par la vitesse ou l'utilité. Personnellement, il n'avait jamais vraiment aimé piloter les modèles les plus fortifiés. Les intérieurs étaient pleins de bords métalliques tranchants et il s'était claqué la tête sur un trop grand nombre de toits pour en entrer un sans replier réflexivement ses mains au-dessus de sa tête. Mais c'était le plus sensé pour cette mission. Ce sont des soldats, donc le confort a été naturellement omis comme une priorité de conception.
La puanteur des gaz d'échappement et du caoutchouc brûlant était devenue banale après des jours passés dans les laboratoires et les forges, mais les odeurs subtiles de sueur et de chow des autres dans le compartiment des sièges étaient nouvelles. Un peu de reclus à l'académie, Abysso a pris note des autres passagers, dont certains étaient ses compagnons d'escouade envoyés pour la même mission. L'affectation avait été lu avec équanimité, et il attendait avec impatience de quitter l'académie pour ce qui semblait être la première fois dans une éternité. Ses détails de mission avaient donné les numéros d'identification du reste de l'unité, mais ils étaient inutiles pour lui, les chiffres lui semblaient presque toujours inutiles. Le tapage et l'assemblage de moteurs et de machines pouvaient parfois être cathartiques, mais le multitâche avec des nombres et des emplacements était une corvée. Ce serait une peine d'être le seul chargé d'enregistrer les emplacements, donc c'est un soulagement qu'il ait reconnu un collègue Navigator-Celise. Il ne la connaissait pas bien, mais ils avaient pris assez des mêmes classes pour qu'il sache qu'elle était à peine incompétente.
À l'écoute du bavardage entre les autres étudiants-soldats, Abysso a remarqué quelques autres visages familiers. Celise a niché sa tête sur le She-Wolf, l'air d'agitation typique de ce dernier presque agréable dans un si petit espace. Puis il y avait Montero, avec qui il avait partagé plus de quelques mots et une autre nocturne. Ce n'était pas une grande surprise de les voir tous, ils étaient des Gardiens après tout. Il n'avait rencontré aucun des autres hommes dans la cabine non plus, bien que la plupart semblaient être de beaucoup plus grande stature si vaguement il se demandait s'ils se sentaient claustrophobes dans le petit espace. La cabine n'était pas petite par rapport à d'autres Carriers, mais il n'était jamais à l'aise d'être enfermé.
S'il ne pouvait pas voir le ciel en haut et sentir le vent souffler à travers lui, c'était difficile de se sentir à l'aise. Les autres hommes différaient dans la disposition - recueilli, copieux, introspectif, hautain. Il n'a reconnu aucun d'eux. S'ils étaient assignés à la même mission, toutes les plaisanteries seraient hors du chemin assez tôt. Mais il connaissait Celise, Ulva et Montero. Bien qu'assis avec ses bras sur ses côtés, regarde vers l'avant, si l'un d'entre eux a pris note une fois qu'il a été situé, Abysso offrirait un léger clin d'œil en saluant.
A B Y S S O Y B A R I S
✚ 22 ✚ Male ✚ 5 "8✚ Navigation
P R E S E N C EThough not of imposing weight or height, Abysso's exceedingly reticent nature has been known to intimidate or even offend individuals more accustomed to lighthearted banter or cordial greetings. Preferring to allow his work and abilities speak for themselves, Abysso rarely initiates conversation outside of necessity, and offers even more trusted individuals seldom more than a nod in greeting. Affection and open expression do not come easy to him, and he will speak to others without even making eye contact.
His aloofness does not stem from timidity or conceit, however, nor does he attempt to stone his emotions- more than anything, he is simply too focused on given objectives to be bothered comprehending how he feels, or why it should even matter. When asked, he will willingly voice his opinion or provide assistance. Comparable to a coyote, he is just as content to work with others as he is to himself.
His aura is unrefined and raw, as well as strikingly distant and lonely, especially around other people. Despite this, he is helpful to others when prompted to, and shows either placidity or patience to even the most frustrating tasks. Whenever he speaks freely, it is most likely to make a dry remark, though it is not clear if he is trying to be funny or is just inspired to speak at inappropriate or uncomfortable times. Lean and keen as a coyote, Abysso embraces and feels more comfortable in the wilderness. He is one-track minded, so while working he may forget to eat or change out his clothes, which never seems to bother him in the least.
Being given assignments and goals interests him. Even something as menial as recording coordinates or polishing vehicles receives his full attention. When he does speak, it is in a modulated tone and his words tend to be concise and to-the-point. He dresses in whatever is convenient or close- usually form-fitting pants and a loose shirt, though he tends to favor anything that can double as sleepers and casual wear. He has defined features and dark eyes and locks. He is usually seen with a neutral expression, hardly deviating towards joy or anger.

I D E O L O G YHumans speak many different languages, and the universe is deaf to them all. To put it simply, Abysso doesn't believe there is moral meaning to anything that isn't given to it by other humans. This doesn't make him bitter or uncaring of the world and its inhabitants. Contrarily, he is extraordinarily interested in observing different moral codes and philosophies, and finds gratification in displays of honor and sincerity. He doesn't believe that everything is meaningless, he believes that people give everything meaning. Showing a great degree in respecting and even revering codes that he doesn't follow, Abysso is enamored by the insistence of people abiding by their morals even when it could mean their death.
To him, spirit's are the purest form of the universe, akin to atoms or matter. He believes they're alive an sentient, perhaps more sentient than humans at times, but he also considers them beyond comprehension. According to his beliefs, they are the literal Universe in smaller, more manageable parts. Though he allows them inside his body, he doesn't consider them his- nobody can own the universe, and nobody may. They're simply using his body for shelter, and Abysso has never been one who can easily refuse a request. However, the spirits repay their residence in kind, and they often assist Abysso in his tracking efforts- his speciality.
Abysso's personal moral code is one that prioritizes preservation and survival at any cost. This may selfish, but Abysso isn't concerned with his own survival, but of the survival of the civilization. Though not blindly loyal to the Academy and the military, he may as well be, with a tendency to execute orders without showing curiosity or doubt- regardless if he is actually feeling curious or doubtful. He does not believe he was chosen by the spirits because he has some divine spark that distinguishes him from any other member of the wilderness, but because he is a Guardian he will do everything in his power to ensure his actions will help in the preservation of the many.
A diligent worker to the bone, Abysso has a reputation for having precise focus and an agreeable attitude while working with others. He rarely makes an effort to be friendly just for the sake of politeness, but he has a difficult time refusing others, which has been taken advantage of multiple times, but he never really minds. He believes that the spirits could potentially inhabit anyone, and because of that hardly shows signs of prejudice or superiority, even if he is clearly more adept at a specific activity. His few-words demeanor was shaped by his ability to track by observation and silence. The outdoors, especially mountains and thick canopies that cast deep shadows, is where he most feels like he belongs. Like the animals of the untouched wilds, Abysso trusts his gut more than his head or his heart.
Among the things that actually get a rise out of him is the needless destruction of resources. As a member of the Navigation division, Abysso understands the necessity of Whale Oil and would never protest until a sustainable alternative makes itself known, but illegal whale harvesting and poaching efforts in general make him sick. It makes little sense to him why living things should be compensated for money or development, but since he is aware it is often a sore subject with his superiors, he makes sure to never clearly state his opinion on the matter, even when pressed.

S T R I F EThough he treated combat with the same severity as any of his other classes, his natural instinct compels him to flee unless he's specifically instructed to do otherwise. He's not well versed in using spirits purely offensively, though he has used them to assist in his tracking and stealth in the past with relative success. If in a group, he will tend to hang back in a fight, maybe using his smaller stature to land a few fast strikes before just supporting his allies from a safe cover or the shadows. Not by healing, however- he may be able to give them able makeshift armor with ice or earth, but he's never been good at using the spirits to renew or repair. Though he is decent at using his weapon, he is far more adept at working in tandem with the spirits for Elemancy, with a specialization in lightning-based techniques. At times he is also known to use ice, earth, water, and air spells, though he struggles with fire-based techniques. They're just too aggressive and emotionally driven for his liking.
Even in combat, Abysso's emotions are level, attacking or defending with reflexive or learned maneuvers, only driven by directive and not passion. His Gauntlet is used to strike and puncture critical or otherwise sensitive areas such as joints or soft tissue, though he is more skilled at beating foes off than finishing them off. He wields a clawed gauntlet of his own invention, though it is modified for stealth and ambushes more than fair fights.
Though it is perhaps not the most honorable or courageous way to fight, Abysso excecutes underhanded tactics such as sending shocks into opponents to immobilize or stun them. Though not incredibly strong, Abysso's speed coupled with his specialized claw from a lightweight material allows him to chain attacks and interrupt opponents. He uses his other hand for Elemancy, and even his spells take on more disruptive than outright aggressive forms. He can't shoot beams of lightning and ice with any decency, but he's been known to set traps, have a quick strike, and attack from the shadows. He's nothing notable in a fair fight, but he hardly ever engages in a fight he doesn't feel he has the advantage in.


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As fellow night owls, Abysso and Montero have become acquaintances by default. Montero's stance on the immorality of whaling allows Abysso to feel more affinity and trust in usual- being on the same side of a controversy tends to have that effect. Though respect and cooperation come easy to Abysso, trust does not, and while he wouldn't divulge any of his innermost thoughts with Montero, he feels comfortable enough to voice his opinion on mutually interesting topics and even requesting assistance. On occasion, the navigator has even gone so far as to offer his assistance in finding alternative fuel sources. Since the two mostly interacted in privacy, conversing in public places such as the library or the dining hall while the majority of Oakridge's population was asleep, Abysso has been able to speak somewhat freely with the other, and sees him as more than just a viable asset.


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P R O P E R T Y

(x14) Leiden Potato *10


(x10) Scarlet Pimpernel *5


(x10) Ulwat Baerries *2


(x2) Luncheon Meat *150
(x2) Anak Meat *120
(x1) Gighee Ham *80
(x2) Catoblepas Brisket *60
(x1) Basilisk Breast *50