» Sat May 28, 2011 3:45 am
Name: Cain Abel
Age: 17
Race: Human, Caucasian
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'5, Hunched back so appears shorter, long brown hair pulled into a ponytail. Green eyes, has a lithe body, pale skin, looks much older than he is from all the hardships he has faced. Face is dirty and so is a body, rarely has a chance to wash himself.
Weapons: 3x Molotov Cocktails, Splitting Maul
Armor/Clothing: Black torn up hoodie, a grimy white t-shirt, tattered blue jeans, worn out sneakers, Sling made of leather belts.
Misc: Empty whiskey bottle, Turpentine, Handkerchief, Lighter
Personality: Calm, Absent Minded, Tries to be friendly, the fact that he lives on the street, hardly goes out in the day, stutters, and smells like a sewer doesn't help this.
Bio: His father was history fanatic, collecting items and restoring them to previous splendor. Cain didn't like his dad, he often got drunk and beat him. during one of his rages he ended up killing his mother, beat her to death. Cain grabbed the splitting maul and brought it down upon his neck, careful not to go to the bone. His face remained stoic while during this, he broke a window, took some valuables and lit the house on fire. He found he was entranced by the flames and just wanted to sit there and watched. He was fourteen at the time, he spent the next three years on the run, he knows the streets and alleys like the back of his hand. He sleeps most of the day, and goes stealing in the night. He's a pyromaniac and often plays with fire. He's made a sling for the maul, but hides it in the day, too suspicious, don't want people like Vince noticing.