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Name: Abraham Gene

Codename: Golem

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Boston, Massachusetts

Affiliations: The Gene family, ExxonMobil (minor), and fight clubs in downtown Boston.

Occupation: Unemployed - bah, working? That's for the middle and lower class. He did a bit of vigilante work at some point though.

Appearance: Abraham is imposing; he is 6'4" tall (standing higher than most people he'd ever meet), athletically fit, broadened shoulders and he carries himself in such esteem you would think that nothing could touch him. In addition to his height, he is muscular. Not just in his arms or abdomen, though - he is the type of guy who you'd think did a full body workout (albeit not a devoted body-builder). These aspects, along with his uncommonly thick bones, contributes to his weight. As an African-American and Caucasian mix, his skin is a dark caramel color, generally untouched by acne or blemishes, but covered in scars and scrapes from various activities. Among his collection includes a bright, whitened stripe across his thumb - and if you hadn't known better, you would've thought it was cut off at some point or another. Others includes scrapes and burn scars all over his hands and a couple on his arms and legs, which appear to be nothing more than rough housing mementos. A notable one, however, his one that stretches across the right side of his abdomen, down his side. That one he laughs about and claims it had occurred during a knife fight.

He doesn't have thick, full, lips (although they are not notably thin) and the structure of his face appears to resemble that of a Caucasian man, though this is due to his split heritage and the interracial relationship of his parents. He has thick eyebrows and lashes frames his intense amber eyes, and his black hair is dreaded all the way down to an inch below his shoulder blades, but most of the time is held back in a loose ponytail gently tied back by two dreadlocks. Otherwise, his hair would've framed his oval face and drape over his broad shoulders. He is described as a fairly attractive individual. If you've a preference those of dark skin, or if skin color does little to determine your attraction to a person, you've probably checked out Abraham at some point. He's tall and strong with a charming disposition and demeanor, holding himself in such a way that exudes confidence and invokes envy. Abe is, in most respects, a dreamboat... and Abe he knows it! So predictably, he likes to utilize that to his advantage - as well as a reliable asset.

He has very little in the ways of facial hair or body hair. He has some subtle, night unnoticeable stubble across his cheeks and chin, and is as such nothing remarkable. In fact, the lack of body hair seems to do more for his attractiveness than there a lack of being, considering how his muscle tone shows with greater emphasis and without any obstruction (aside from clothing, of course). His tone is remarkable in comparison to the common man his age; barely a pinch of fat in any one place of his body. This of course contributes to a portion of the justified arrogance he reveals. His walk has swagger and his smooth voice bears a light Boston accent, generally not using many forms of slang. He's actually rather articulate.

He doesn't have one particular outfit that he leans towards - he has many of them. The style may change from a punk vibe, to relaxed, sometimes classy, sportsy, whatever. He generally has a jacket though, usually a denim jacket or a leather one, or a black pea coat if he's feeling particularly hipster that day. He usually avoids shorts. The kind of jeans or pants don't really matter to him, but he tends to shoot for jeans that are baggy around legs but tends to tighten around his waist, providing comfort and usability. His shoes are boots, almost always boots. Steel toed, faded out, around the ankles, much like that of combat boots. Though it may change according to the situation - sports often call for sneakers, and a fancy outing requires more refined dress shoes. These he has, which were custom made for his feet. But mostly, Abraham goes for clothing that is relaxed and easy to move in. V neck shirts are a common occurrence in his wardrobe, long sleeved shirts are too. A belt is always seen around his waist, and he never wears gloves.

Powers: He is, if you watch Avatar, what you would expect from an earthbender and more. He has the capability of manipulating rock and even the ground itself, and many of its variations, to his will. He can form it as he deems necessary, and wreak havoc as he pleases. His range is as far as the eye can discern and his power is as strong as his ferocity. The many different forms and bodies of stone and earth he can mold can have an influence on how the rocks are manipulated, and he can carve and shape it as he pleases. He can shape the stone so that it can be worn around his body, whether it be armor, a weapon, or giant fists. He can erect giant pillars and spires from the ground as long as there is enough stone in the vicinity to fuel it and as well as rectangular walls and shields - even domes. He can disconnect these from the ground and send it flying through the air or skidding across the ground and crush the target behind the thousands of pounds of force its impact generates. As Abraham is able to mold stone, he can, if he so chooses, reconstruct damaged structures or sculpt a brand new structure entirely.

Stone Embodiment: Abraham can morph his whole body into cold, hard stone, or selectively morph different parts of his body. This also cause his body to become much denser, heavier, and durable, allowing him to pack more power at the trade-off of speed. Given his power of stone manipulation, he still retains enough mobility to keep himself moving, though his speed is severely hampered and he lacks the kind of agility he'd usually have. It's like going from motorcycle to scooter. On top of packing a lot of weight behind his punches, the ability to manipulate stone helps him packs tons more power behind his monster hay-makers and grants him super-strength that can compete even with the strongest of superheroes. Abe's wit has helped him think through the different aspects of his power, and so he recognized that, when stone, his own body can be altered as he pleases. This said, he is capable of changing the shape of his own body to serve his purpose - whether it be changing his hands to hammer or blades - the latter being particularly frightful, given how a pointy thing being made of stone and the size of a grown man's arm is being lunged straight through your body, and if you survive that, congratulations asshole! You now have stone sediments coursing through your bloodstream. Speaking of sediments, sandstorms are not beyond Abraham's ability. Although they are not a staple of his preferred fighting style (weathering them down to nothing, which is the preferred method of his good friend Valery), his sandstorms can be quite dangerous - why? Because he can deconstruct stone into jagged and razor-edged shards and grains of sand, you impetuous pisshead. Way to go running head on into the equivalent of a dryer filled with razor blades and sandpaper.

Like many superhumans, Abe has a couple of secret weapons, none he'd use lightly. But should the situation ever call for such a measure, he can go stone form. Which is cool in itself, right? Well, from there, Abe can begin an exhaustive process where he takes in the stone from his environment into his own body before his size and mass proliferates into that of a massive golem - easily as tall as telephone poles. While his standard stone embodiment stands as it is as being extraordinarily durable, turning into the Golem leaves him impervious to almost all physical attacks, attacks on his biological system, and allow him to deal devastating strikes to his foes. But the real epiphany is that there isn't a real set limit. The process is exhaustive, but should he ever be able to keep going, he can take in as much as stone as is provided to him and reach colossal levels that'd compare to (or perhaps even dwarf!) the Greek titans - though this is, to the fortune of his enemies, restricted by his stamina. It is in his Golem form that his power is nearly boundless, and as such, provides more strength behind the changes to his environment that he is capable of instilling. Those spires he could erect before become miniature mountains, and the defensive walls become sheer cliffs. These he can launch with such power that it can utterly shatter a person's body were they not the most enduring superhuman! However, as a golem, he lacks mobility. He can make huge, massive steps, but at a super slow pace. Everything about him is slower, but should he hit somebody, they're in for a world of hurt.

He has a unique ability he has recently been able to work out - regeneration. If he gets a cut, chops off his thumb, he can turn part of his body to stone - or his whole body, if he wishes - and manipulates stone to form to his original body, and revert his body back to normal, so that the stone thumb that replaced the prior one becomes a fleshy part of his body. Quite literally, he can make replacements. However, there is still the case of the utter soul-wrench pain that comes with dismemberment. Regeneration isn't an easy process when you're under such a large amount of pain and stress, and it is a somewhat slow process given how what stamina Abraham has left is being put into regrowing a limb whilst under agony - there needs to be stone around that he can take into his body and replace the limb. What'll be left is very obvious scarring (such as the scar on his thumb) that shows this, but the body part is otherwise fully functional. It is an ability that took a great amount of time to get working, and it takes a good deal of body memory, as well as contorting his limbs into different shapes. So these are not abilities he did little work to earn. He practiced extensively with his power to fully understand the ins and outs of it. After all, the power is a part of him now. And its each person's responsibility to explore themselves.

Skills: Abraham was provided many opportunities during his life, so as such, he was able to build up quite a set of skills. When it comes to athletics, he's in a niche of his own: He has taken martial arts - krav maga, an Israeli art. He had actually worked his way up pretty high, but due to abusing the teachings he had received there, he was refused any further services before he could become a black belt. That aside, the actual self-defense training has managed to stick with him to this day. He always did participate in sports like soccer, football, basketball, and basically anything that was competitive and could get his blood flowing. He was a gymnast for a short period of time, and ran track. In his spare time, when he was unable to participate in athletics, Abraham worked to gain a fair measure of musical talent and managed to carve himself a little place in stringed instruments: he's had lessons in guitar and transferred that over whilst learning the ukulele, and just a little practice on a friend's bass. Abe is incredibly practiced in his superhuman abilities, and knows how to implement them well - he derives a great deal of pride in learning how to utilize his abilities to their fullest extent. During his practice, he learned a few tricks that he keeps up his sleeves.

Equipment/Resources: He doesn't have much in the way of equipment. He foregoes the stigma of wearing tight costume and would rather ride the glory train in his own clothes. Hell, with such confidence in his own abilities, Abraham figures there's no need for toys to fight people with. Though in some cases, he does pack a big old duffelbag full of concrete bricks as a supplement, and perhaps to surprise his targets should he ever feel especially froggy that day. That said, he has his own resources. He can call up some pals from Boston who was part of the same fight club as he was for some favors, and he is the deranged son of a director for a multi-billion dollar company - so that ought to have some perks.

Weaknesses: Let's be real here: Abraham is a physical juggernaut locked down tighter than Alcatraz. If your aim is to dominate him via fisticuffs, you're gonna get wrecked. Though while his defense is awe-inspiring and his power terrifying, he operates rather simply. In a fight, he generally runs off of instinct and his training, and krav maga was made for street fighting. In more serious fights, he gets a form of tunnel vision that, while bad news for his target, makes him narrow-sighted and easy to predict. A clever opponent may outsmart him in a fight. Or perhaps your power is psychic in nature. In fights, his mind is a flurry. If a power allows someone to mess with his mind, he'll go nuts or shut down. He has very little defenses against mental attacks beyond his own conviction and - should he fall into it - being blinded by the seething rage that fuels him. It's a berserker mode that puts him in one train of thought, and while useful against mental attacks, everything around him is going to be messed way the hell up and he is going to feel like shit when he gets out of it.

Or perhaps this isn't a fight we are talking about. Maybe it's social interaction, or maybe a diplomatic mission. While charismatic in the sense he can play a fun guy very well and get people to like them, he isn't nice. As such, he doesn't like leading people. He is a piss poor leader because he doesn't really like people a whole lot. Maybe individual people, but as a group, Abe just doesn't like people. So he's a poor leader. And maybe if you catch him in a mood, he's poor at making friends. Or perhaps he's just judging you by the shoes you wear. Either way, he makes enemies easily, and has the audacity to not even consider them worthy of calling them an enemy. He's extremely arrogant that way. He'll blow a diplomatic mission if he feels he's been slighted and he isn't much of a tactician. He just has two gears - stop and go. That said, he can play the charm just right if he has the proper incentive. Just cross your fingers that he doesn't get offended. His brand of "justice" is a very controversial one, and while he can identify the difference in moral right and wrongs, his punishment is usually severe. Abraham sees it as justified.

Psychological Profile: Outwardly, Abraham is charming, forward, and proud. A peculiar mixture of relaxed and energetic are what makes up his disposition. He's talkative in the right crowd and has very many stories to share regarding his hijinks, adventures, and miss-happens he has experienced throughout the extent of his life. He is exceptionally charismatic in that he can put a smile on your face or instill a fear in your mind when he wants to. He knows how to sweet talk his way out of different situations. However, Abraham his also incredibly arrogant and borderline narcissistic. He is the type of person to view another as far beneath him and rarely sees another at his own level. This is a given, considering the fashion in which he was raised and expectations of others he has been accustomed to. He expects others to listen to him, do as he requests, or he sees it as some sort of challenge. He has a large presence and a forceful voice, coupled with charm, people tend to see him as a leader, and further, he isn't stingy. He can pay you back rather handsomely if you do him a favor or if you get on his good side. This being said, he isn't very frequently refused and so his ugly side isn't seen as often one might expect.

His allegiances often align with those that provide him the greatest benefit for himself, or is of greater influence than, say, a person with little control over the great machine. That said, he can be regarded as selfish, preferring to think of himself before others. This is obvious in politics. He doesn't consider himself a Republic or Democrat. Moral values don't mean terribly much to him. But being in the high upper class with his father, Abraham is more likely to vote for a candidate that benefits him. Those candidates, in result, usually tend to be that of the Republican party. He doesn't give a damn about religion, and immigration is a mixed bag, as it can prove both beneficial and detrimental to some aspects of economy; mostly good, so he doesn't really care about your ethnicity. Any other moral issue that the rest of the country struggles with doesn't bother him. He considers himself above another according to social hierarchy, so unless you have a lot of money, friends, and/or popularity, he'll probably overlook you much like a elephant that overlooks an ant.

Abraham isn't past manipulation or playing dirty - manipulation is one of mankind's greatest weapons ever constructed, after all - he'll use you to get what he wants if that's what it takes, and if you're no longer a useful tool, he'll likely drop all communication with you. However, this isn't a common occurrence. He already has so much after all, and any ulterior motives he might have could easily be payed off with a bribe or forced with intimidation. And he likes to play rough. Despite all these tendencies of indirect confrontation, he has few problems with getting the job done himself. After all, he is a born athlete. He's aggressive, competitive, and will do what it takes to win because losing isn't an option in his book. He goes by the nuclear effect: if insulted, attacked, or provoked in anyway, he will retaliate in turn with ten times the severity. This is one of the prime reasons nobody likes to mess with him, Abraham is far too much trouble than he is worth... the cost being an arm and a leg. He's always up for a fight and he isn't held back by any rules when he does.

The ladies are an entirely different story with him though - he is remarkably flirtatious. If you were a woman, and you express an interest in him, you will be assaulted with the most fervent case of wanton promiscuity your unsullied virginity (or otherwise) had ever endured. In any other case, his flirtatiousness spares not a single bosom as long as it meets Abraham's qualifications of attractiveness. This take no prisoners disposition also gives him a confident "bad boy" vibe that certain classes of women find irresistible in one's personality. Given his charming demeanor when around the ladies, he isn't very often refused. When he is, it's almost as if his eyes are trained on that one person. He loves what he can't have after all, and he takes almost a thrill in the "hunt". However, should the neglect continue, there's another side of him that can be seen: his reprehensible sexism. As if the objectification of women he appears to portray wasn't as strong an indicator, consistent refusal will prompt him to apply the label of "prude" to said female. Subtle hints of his sexism can be seen in casual conversations where he seems to imply some extent of inferiority, however, this aspect of his personality is only shown in very specific turns of the conversation.

Innately, Abraham holds much contempt for nearly everything. He doesn't care what the world wants, if it burns or if it strives. He cares solely for himself and, if possible, take out his rage on the environment around him. He has a lot of pent up rage and individuality. His rage doesn't necessarily stem from daddy issues, more from his lack of love for everything else. Of course, his relationship for his family is less than ideal, and he holds contempt for his father in many regards (though mingled in is some respect). These feelings are deep, deep inside him, and it is these feelings where he is able to harvest his ferocity in a fight. But on top of that are layers upon layers of a persona he has chosen to portray himself as. A mask that is so esoterically weaved and layered over these feelings, that he can hide it from even himself at times. It became a persona that he actually connects to and feel everything it is supposed to feel, and this persona runs so deep he may as well have created a new person.

Biography: Abraham was born to a very wealthy family with black father and white mother. His father is a director of an oil company, so that said, they were extremely well off. The mother left early on leaving not much of a mother figure to be around aside from the maids that were paid to service the family. Aside from that, there isn't much to be said about his early youth, especially since his powers had not yet developed. He was provided with an extensive education, regularly encouraged to do well in school so that he may excel much like his father, his father, which, never really had the time to behave as a proper parent to the boy, so he was mostly raised by weak-willed servants. This, predictably, can lead to some peculiar growing up patterns.

When Abe was five, he got a little brother. A half brother, in all honesty, but brothers nonetheless. They grew up together from then on. As soon as Abe was old enough to get into sports, he did, and he found it exhilarating. The adrenaline and competition meant everything to him - he wanted to win, to be the best, and feel magnificent while doing so, as though he were on top of the world. He didn't received much support from his father, who tended to just look at him and expected improvement the next time around - that's how economics worked, after all. Unfortunately, it was twisted into a vicious cycle and it eventually developed a sense of dominance in Abraham, that he had to be better, otherwise he wasn't good enough. Him and his brother, as they got older, always wrestled. He got into track, played on teams in sports, which was generally football, basketball, and soccer. Of course, some of these routines couldn't continue when it rained or if he got sick or even grounded. There wasn't many curricular activities he could do if those options weren't available. So when he was forced to stay home, he managed to pick up a different hobby: guitar lessons. It started simple at first, when he began to teach himself what each string sounded like. As he grew to like it, he was receiving lessons.

There's the natural progression of events that continued on - he likes sports and music, and was more or less a wealthy child that pursued the hobbies of generally of a class of lower citizens. His father wasn't fond of his son's aggressive temperament, and perhaps a top of the line martial arts instructor could help calm him down with some discipline while still giving him a hobby he'd like. It received these classes when he was fourteen, and at first, they didn't seem to do much good at keeping him down, but as time progressed, he seems better at keeping control of that temper. He was disciplined. However, when it came to sparring, he was ferocious and aggressive and sometimes had to be restrained. Perhaps other activities are necessary? Among the various solutions were, firstly, an outlet where he can learn to socialize properly with others. This is where he learned about his fondness with girls and how to be the charming devil he was always meant to be. And secondly, a way to expend his energy without directing it at another person. So for a very short period of time, Abe was a gymnast. While all the acrobatics were cool and fun, he figured he could learn that on his own without wearing an uncomfortably tight unitard.

His powers began to develop when he was 16. It was an incredibly scary experience for him, seeing how he reacted with stone and all that. He was a dirty little secret for a while before he could control it, and it was a secret that stayed strictly between father and son. Apparently, the father knew something of the meta humans, though didn't quite drop the bomb on him about it... and although surprised, he wasn't traumatically shocked by the knowledge of his son being one. It took a while, perhaps a week or two, of consistent tinkering to learn how to mess with the power, to at least keep it from activating by accident. Enough so that he can continue his regular life. He continued his active life as he would, but now with something else to practice on the sideline. He had a double life: a normal one, and then one as a meta-human, where he would practice his abilities when he wasn't doing anything else. And he soon began to realize that it was actually a pretty god damn awesome thing that he could do. Something that made him unique and set him apart! Something that could also be used to assert dominance. This pride and cocky attitude got a pretty secure hold on his life, his confidence affecting him in somewhat unpredictable ways. His sparring in martial arts was once again aggressive, and he got kicked out of the dojo when he was 17 for breaking the sternum of another student with a single punch, as well as knocking them ten feet back (it was at that point he learned how to solidify the bones in his arm for a more powerful blow). This of course pissed off his father.

Life drastically changed when Abe was 19, and they learned when a shooting occurred at a theater killed Abraham's brother and one of security guards that escorted him. His father drank, and Abe, well, essentially became the devil incarnate. He was consumed with rage; wrath and other deadly sins took over his life. He fell out of loop with his usual self. He spent his time in the bad part of town in an alley, unbeknownst to his father, learning how to use his ability, and then beating people with it. Of course, these people were thugs and other crooks of that nature, making Abe a guy that resembled something of a vigilante. When spending his time there, he also learned of those street fight circles you can win and get paid for, much like underground boxing. Naturally, Abe didn't care about the money out of it, it was an outlet for his aggression and anger and he took advantage of it. There being no rules, and ghettos not being a stranger to superhumans, he was allowed to use his power. They didn't quite expect Abe's power to basically be made for close fighting.

Shit hit the fan when Abe was doing one of his vigilante stunts and killed a man that was raping a young boy, and all of the commotion grabbed the attention of Abe's father, who was unaware of all of Abraham's delinquent behavior meanwhile, which caused him to pull Abe out of prison (he was 20 then), and give him the loudest lecture of a life time. This of course brought to much attention to the family on the press, and he sent his son away to live on his own for a while (with a fair amount of money to live on should he be out of work). A good place to go was the center of superhuman heroic activity, in Chicago. Abe went to live there, hoping maybe the League would help to temper his son's behavior, as well as discipline him so that he isn't so willing to resort to his abilities so easily. Though honestly, Abe earnestly disagrees, and believes that his power is a part of who he is and that he should embrace it, not hide it. That being said, he's still going around town performing vigilante work. Perhaps there might've been a decrease in criminal activity since he's been there, maybe a couple less cases. Maybe because there are scarier things in town than the League. Lately, though, he suspects the League might be on to him. They might not know him or have seen him, but he suspects they're beginning to better predict the patterns and trace him down. So partially to eliminate suspicion, he intends to join the league. "Partially?" You might ask. Yes, partially. Abe is also interested in glory-hounding. Remember? He's competitive.

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