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Character you have created: Arthur Donovan Garrow, Jr.
Alias: Abaddon

Speech Color: #4682B4 (Steel Blue)

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Secret- his civilian identity is thought to be dead.

Character Personality: Almost constantly in a state of simmering frustration, usually simply at the world in general. Easily annoyed (Arthur does not have a berserk button. It's more of a keyboard), usually if he thinks someone is acting too flippant, or isn't being serious enough. The only times he seems to relax are around his brother, Gideon, or his boyfriend Logan. He still acts serious in these contexts, rarely smiling, but loses the angry edge that he holds at almost all other times. Even when angered, however, Arthur is the epitome of calm, completely cool and rational, even as he's beating you to death with your own limbs.

He has a sweet tooth, though not many people know it.

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Origin Info/Details: Arthur D. Garrow, Jr. has not had an easy life. It started simply enough, sure. But the world has a way of turning that inside out.

Arthur was born into riches- his father was a very successful inventor/entrepreneur, his mother a consummate businesswoman. Arthur's powers manifested early when, as a child, he fell six stories from his home's window to the ground, without taking a scratch. When it was deemed that the boy was perfectly healthy, aside from apparently being indestructible, Arthur's parents decided to simply ignore it, though they kept it under wraps in order to keep Arthur out of the spotlight.

Despite his condition, Arthur grew up into a fairly normal, kind, well-adjusted individual. With tremendous drive and determination, Arthur's ambition was to make a name for himself aside from his inhuman nature- to take his family's business far and beyond what his parents would be capable of in their lives. He might have done so, too, if not for certain events.

They said it was a sort of freak accident- that the car simply wouldn't stop accelerating, carrying Arthur's parents to an untimely demise. But something about the case never sat well with Arthur- the authorities seemed too eager to close the case, to declare it an accident. No inquiries were made, a case barely opened at all- the death of the Garrows seemed destined to fade into the background. Enlisting the help of his brother, Arthur began to use his new-found considerable resources to conduct his own investigation... one that quickly led to Gideon being paralyzed in a similar accident to that of their parents'. Now, convinced that someone had something to hide, Arthur set off on his own, to avenge the assault on his family, and find the truth behind it. He was never seen again.

Two years have passed since Arthur D. Garrow, Jr. disappeared. And a new force has emerged in New Haven. Criminals, thugs, mob bosses alike have all been found murdered in disturbingly creative and impossible ways, frozen solid, crucified with icy blades, dismembered and preserved in blocks of ice. All killed by a force that will stop at nothing until his thirst for revenge has been satisfied.

For Arthur has died, and in his place, a terrible new threat. An angel of vengeance. The Destroyer. King of the bottomless pit.

Abaddon.

Hero Type: Elemental, possibly Supernatural

Power Level: World

Powers:

Nigh Invulnerability- One of the most obvious of Abaddon's powers. Quite simply, it is impossible to harm or even mark Abaddon with almost any means. Everything from bullets to military ordnance will simply be shrugged off. His body does not wear down with exertion, meaning he can fight on well past the limits of human (and most metahuman) endurance.
Super Strength- Whether a by-product of his invincibility or not, Abaddon's strength is several orders of magnitude above that of normal individuals.
Cryokinesis- The ability to manipulate water in all of its states. Ice, water, even vapor drawn from the air are all weapons for Abaddon to use.
Freezing Aura- Abaddon's signature ability. The ability to summon and manipulate an aura of blue flame-like energy that rapidly drains thermal energy from whatever it touches, freezing it in moments. The properties of the aura render him immune to thermal attacks while it is active, as it simply will absorb the energy in question.

Attributes:

Strength Level: 20 tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Nigh-infinite. Seemingly has no limits to his endurance.
Agility: 15X
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Mastered
Resources: Extreme

Weaknesses:

Lack of Moisture- Even with his impressive suite of powers, Abaddon's abilities are greatly diminished in the absence of liquid to manipulate.
Asphyxiation/Aerosol agents- Abaddon still needs to breathe, notwithstanding the fact that he can hold his breath for much longer than normal people. In addition, gasses and other such substances can still affect him outside of his suit.
No Anchor- Unlike similarly-powered individuals, Abaddon's invulnerability has no anchoring mechanism, meaning significant force can still send him flying.
Electricity- While it is unlikely to kill him, electricity can disrupt most of Abaddon's abilities, severely weakening him. Even ambient charge can mess with his powers in sufficient concentrations.

Supporting Characters:

Gideon Garrow- Arthur's younger brother, and one of the only people who knows of his civilian identity. Currently the CEO of Avalon Industries, in light of Arthur's apparent death.
Logan Frey- Arthur's live-in boyfriend. Also a metahuman, of the heroic variety. Character sheet inbound.
Dr. Elliot- A technopath in Arthur's employ. Designs the technology that Arthur uses in his encounter suit.
Mr. Butterfly- A dubious informant in Arthur's employ. Keeps him posted on the goings-on of New Haven's underworld.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:

Sample Post:
It was an unusually cold night in New Haven when Arthur made his first kill. But maybe that was because of him.

He chuckled to himself as he stared down at his "prey," ignoring the rain that thundered down on him. Drug dealers- scum of the worst kind, they had been seen loitering (at minimum) near the local high school. No prizes for guessing what they were up to. He hitched up the cloth mask around his face, lamenting his inability to find anything more suitable as a costume. Inwardly, after a time, he shrugged. It's been two years, anyway. It's not like anyone will be able to recognize me. And even if they did, no one would believe them- Arthur D. Garrow, Jr. was dead. No more. Finished. There was only him, now. The killer that got left behind.

As silently as he could, he dropped to the ground, bracing himself for the hunt.

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It started with a laugh in the shadows- the dealers flinched at the sound. Cold, sharp... broken. Even the most hardened among them would have felt a chill at that sound. The trio pointed their weapons into the shadows, a tremor in their movements just barely noticeable.

"Who's there?" shouted one of them. The response to his question was another laugh, just as icy cold as before, from the other direction. The trio snapped into a loose circle, backs to one another, each pointing a weapon in a different direction- oddly coordinated for street thugs.

It wouldn't save them.

The air seemed to shimmer around them, and the rain started to shift into snow. The shimmer became a low glow, then a blue light. A tremor went through the soon-to-be victims as the light grew brighter, more tangible. All of a sudden, the light seemed to congeal into a flare of blue flame, and like a spark on dry wood, the very air seemed to ignite with the ghastly inferno. Wherever the flames touched, ice crusted thickly, on the walls, on the ground, anywhere. The three stared in terrified awe at the impossible bonfire as it swarmed them, curling around them, surrounding them.

A brief scream sounded from one of the two, before being cut off. The two whirled to find that their compatriot was gone.

Another scream. The remaining dealer screamed in horror, firing his gun indiscriminately into the whirling flames, gasping out pleas for mercy from whatever malevolent force had presently decided to victimize him. He started as his back hit something. Something warm in the icy maelstrom. He looked up into a masked face- one that seemed to be smiling nastily through the cloth.

"Hi."

The remaining dealer died screaming.