Abaddon

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=== History ===
* Created whole-cloth as an adult human in a valley in Ancient Bravo. Was created with knowledge, language, and skills with no false memories of a childhood.
=== Weapon Proficiencies ===
* Flail
* Shield Proficiency
=== Non-Weapon Proficiencies ===
* Religion
* Torturing
* Butchery
* Anatomy
* First Aid
* Healing
* Literacy
=== Equipment ===
* Flail of Malkis named 'Maelstrom' which on hit is causing the spell effects of 'Battlefate' as a debuff towards the target
* Chain Chest
* Leather Limbs
* Holy Symbol of Malkis
=== Spells ===
* Malkis Spell List
=== Languages ===
* Common, ?
== Trivia ==
* Rolled 10, 13, 14, 13, 14, 9, 9 15
* Swapped a 15 with Nyx for a 9
* Stat dropped to 6 stats since perception no used.
* Level 1 HP: d8 = 1
===Backstory===
Black. Emptiness. An eternity of nothing but the void.
. . .
After eons a sudden change. Potential. The mere concept of a soul, of awareness, of life.
. . .
There is something now at the edge of the void. A presence, malevolent and hungry, consuming the entirety of the limited thoughts of a life yet to be.
. . .
Over time the soul's awareness grows and the presence that consumes it begins to take form. A dark forest in the center of its mind's eye, sharp claws and voracious mouths of sharp teeth lie waiting to attack, to consume. The presence resides within the trees, dark red eyes blaze with fury piercing all consciousness, enveloping all of the soul's limited thoughts.
. . .
Consciousness. The glory and beauty of life, of a mind able to perceive and interact with the world. Sensations of all kinds; touch, taste, smell, sound and sight all overwhelmed by the growing intensity of the presence.
With consciousness comes new feelings. Fear. An overwhelming dread of the horrors to come. Terror at the thought of what lies in wait, the inevitability of IT. Now it has a name, appearing as if by magic in his new thoughts, Voraci.
. . .
Somewhere in the distance, away from Voraci, the forest and it's carnivorous denizens. A storm, swirling unendingly above. A whirling maelstrom of change, potential and chaos. Providing a respite from the horrors that have consumed him for as long as he has been able to perceive.
He focuses on the storm, committing every ounce of concentration on each rain drop, on each gust of wind, anything to forget the all consuming terror in the center of his perception.
. . .
He opens his eyes. A figure stands before him, pointing at him, the tempest rages viciously behind and all around them and yet no leaf or hair is disturbed. He looks around and sees more like him standing and waiting, eager to live, they seem pleased, contented. Clearly unaware of the horrors that await.
He turns his head and looks down the valley to a dark familiar forest. Instinctively he closes his eyes but the forest only grows larger taking up his entire perception, those dark red eyes return and the sounds of gnashing teeth and deep laughter echo through his thoughts.
Opening his eyes he sees the figure and the raging ethereal storm once more and drops to his knees in worship.
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