[hider=Abel Wyatt][color=silver]
[center][b][h2]Abel James Wyatt[/h2][/b]

[img]https://i.imgur.com/QSQZgmq.jpeg[/img]

34 | M | 7th November | 6'1'' | 178lbs

( Daughter: Isabella Astel | 4 | F )[/center]
[b]Personality:[/b] Though once best described as impulsive and indulgent, Abel has thankfully mellowed out quite a bit over the years — recent years, in particular. Ironically enough, given his general appearance and the way he tends to conduct himself, many tend to mistake him for someone much older than he actually is. He certainly would describe himself as an old man, weary and tired from mistakes past and desperate to build something for himself. To his credit, he has somewhat managed to turn a new leaf over the past year or so, and things are looking up for him for the first time in forever. Now, he's holding onto that change white-knuckled, determined not to let go. He's figured himself out enough to know when he's about to do something stupid for the most part, and has worked to build replacement habits and ways to distract himself. Routine is his friend and savior, and to this day, he doesn't deal well with surprises. 

As far as first impressions go, the Abel of today is outwardly a calm and collected man, who tries his best to think before he acts or speaks, even if it means several awkward moments spent in silent contemplation. He has a sense of humour, always has, though it's gotten quite self-deprecating as of late. He considers that a good thing; he used to get very worked up when insulted, feeling his pride was wounded, but nowadays he welcomes slights and laughs along. There are worse things in life than being insulted, he would know. He's curious about technology in particular, and loves a chance to fix or build something with his hands; it's cathartic as hell.

However, it should be noted that while he somewhat has himself under control on a normal day, he hasn't been under extreme duress for a while, and fears he might resort to his old ways if push came to shove. Impulsivity is still part of him, after all. And while he hasn't been with his daughter for all that long, he knows he already feels protective enough over her that it startles him at times. And while getting violent to protect someone is quite different from getting violent to prove a point or while giving in to anger, it's not many steps removed, and he'd rather not go down that path at all, anymore.

All in all, he might not be a good person, but he is trying to be a [i]better [/i]one, at least.

[b]Phobias/Fears:[/b] Hurting people he cares about, alcohol relapse, losing control, growing old, ommetaphobia (specifically injury to/touching of eyes in general, and the feeling of being watched), being alone with his thoughts

[b]History: [/b] If you were to ask Abel about his life so far, he'd describe it as one bad decision after another, starting from his choice of friends in high school all the way to a poor investment decision earlier this very year. He's always been the type of person to follow his urges and live in the moment, with little regard for his future — and, now that he's living in said future, he wishes he could go back and start over.

Abel's teenage years and early adulthood were marked by many vices, but while some he could leave behind over the years, alcohol always stuck with him in particular. It was what he turned to whenever life was too tough, even though he hated who he became while under the influence. It took what little inhibitions he had, and that led to many a fight with strangers and friends alike. Even sending a friend to the hospital — or being sent there in turn by an armed bar patron he didn't even know — didn't quite manage to make him quit. 

Things weren't much calmer back home. In his mid twenties, he got into a long time relationship with a girl called Janette, who shared his short temper. Shouting matches were had, furniture was broken, and they seemed all around like bouncing boards for each others' bad habits, contributing to a common downward spiral.

That was, until Janette got pregnant. Abel wishes he could claim his first reaction upon hearing the news was positive, but truth is, he was [i]terrified[/i]. He didn't feel ready for the responsibility, and he assumed Jane didn't, either. Turned out he was wrong; while he was shaking in his boots, Jane put her life in order. She stepped up to become a mother for a child neither of them had meant to have, and watching her, Abel eventually swore to man up and do the same. And indeed, for a while, as they waited for their daughter's birth, things were [i]stable[/i], at the very least. They were building something; a home, a life, a family. Abel felt ready.

He was not ready. The sleepless nights, the stress, the financial distress, it all overwhelmed him in no time at all — and so, he turned back to old vices. Namely, the bottle. And, realizing what sort of person he might once again become as a result, he left before his daughter's first birthday, figuring it would be better for the two. His presence would add little to their family but volatility and, god forbid, danger. It was one of the hardest decisions he made, and to this day he's unsure if it was also the worst, or the best. He didn't get to see Isabella grow up. She didn't have to see her deadbeat of a father mess up her life. 

Even when Abel finally managed to fight his way into sobriety again, jolted by the realization that he was getting older by the day and should've been able to leave the insanity of his twenties behind if he ever wanted to make something out of his life, he didn't dare contact his previous family again. 

Until a few months ago. 

Abel received a call that Jane had been in an accident, and though her condition was stable, caring for a toddler on her own would be extremely difficult. If Abel ever wanted a second chance at being a father, now was the time, and he'd better not fuck it up, was the gist of what he was told.

And so, he made what he hoped was a good decision, and decided to [i]try[/i].

[b]Skills:[/b] 

[i]Physical prowess |[/i] Whenever Abel has managed to hold a job for any substantial amount of time, it's always been physical. Mostly construction, but he hasn't exactly been picky. That, along with his naturally large frame, means he's well suited for physical challenges. 

[i]Technology / IT |[/i] Abel knows his way around technology, and becoming a software developer is a longtime dream of his. He's never actually worked a job in IT before, but he's dabbled on his own time. It's one of the few things that has managed to hold his interest and keep his mind from wandering to unpleasant things.

[i]Fighter | [/i]While he's certainly not proud of it, Abel's been in his fair share of fights, and usually come out on top. He'd... rather not go back to that sort of thing anymore, but he hasn't quite managed to shake off the reflexes [i]or [/i]the paranoia, and does carry a knife with him to this day. Just in case.

In addition, while not [i]exactly [/i]a skill, Abel absolutely loves dogs, and though one would be forgiven for assuming otherwise, they generally tend to like (and listen to) him too. No, he doesn't feel like he deserves it either.

[b]Inventory:[/b] 

[indent]↦ Lighter (but notably, no cigarettes to accompany it; [i]progress[/i])
↦ wallet (with his id, a picture of his daughter, some cash and a few stamp cards)
↦ doggy treats (a must, just in case)
↦ pack of nicotine gum
↦ a pack of regular gum too, in fact
↦ switchblade
↦ car keys
↦ cellphone 
↦ water bottle[/indent]
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