THE PARASITE MAGUS
The newest member of Nightmare's Pantheon. Abaddon is a strange, dour-faced human who's been plagued by poor health since before the miserable age of 12, and whose haunting air of hunger and sickness brings distrust and unease to everyone he meets. However, despite recently finding themself swept up in the ongoings of a monstrous terrorist group — and as a result, pushed under the microscope of the multiverse's most powerful — it's not clear what Nightmare actually hired them for. Not only is their only known work history as a portrait painter, but getting close enough to talk to them doesn't reveal anything particularly violent; in fact, the biggest thing setting him apart is his nigh-obsessively pragmatic personality, determined to compartmentalize each strange new occurrence into a huge wet box labelled: "not my problem".Still, the fact remains that the King of Negativity has kept his new toy suspiciously close to his chest ever since their onboarding... suggesting that whatever role they're planned to play — or perhaps, whatever question he hopes they'll answer — is not one he's eager to let part from his hand.
Basics
FULL NAME | abaddon r. byrd |
TOTAL AGE | 23 years (Dec. 26th) |
HEIGHT | 168 cm (5'5") |
GENDER/SEX | male (⚧︎) (he/they) |
SPECIES/TYPE | human magus |
SINCE OUTCODE | 1 year |
CODE MUTATION | severe |
ALIGNMENT | chaotic evil |
ORIENTATION | androromantic asexual |
ORIGINAL CREATOR | byrdblood |
Origin Point
Abaddon is from TAU-PRIME 1821914 — a nondescript near-copy of the Multiversal Nucleus that, despite being post-pacifist, was remarkably negative-leaning, with monsterkind having struggled for years to earn their "human rights" alongside humanity's already ostracized fringes. Abaddon was one of the latter. Raised on a livestock farm in the southern United States, he spent his early life desperately povertous and actively excommunicated from peers and family alike — a changeling child, wide-eyed and big-hearted and obsessively logical, apparently too far off in the clouds to even notice his family's increasingly violent attempts at religious indoctrination. However, while they were busy pondering Abaddon's stupidity, he was busy pondering theirs. He could understand cruelty for the point of gain, but as far as he could see, gain was not the cause of his mistreatment — and this mystery served as the origin point for a deep, nigh-obsessive interest in psychology, hoping to understand the humans who'd ostracized him and why. Trouble is, he was not quite curious to the point of suicide. After waking up one summer morning to his step-mother's hands around his neck, he decided that perhaps it was time to escape southward to Mexico and reconnect with the culture of his long-lost birth mother, instead. There, he achieved some limited success as a portrait painter, spending what free pennies he had filling the generous gaps in his formal education... and yet, no matter where he went, business inevitably dried up and he got sicker — and any hope of answering why laid buried in the ashes of the bridges he'd burned to get away from his family....But it was also here, damned to the bleeding edge of starvation and increasingly disenfranchised with his cards, that Nightmare found him. And while Nightmare's curiosity was initially piqued by Abaddon's vivid interest in monsterkind — as evidenced by him choosing to paint almost exclusively monster portraits as years passed, each in startlingly attentive detail — it wasn't until he actually sought them out to "hire" them that he realized exactly the scale of anomaly he had just stumbled upon. Abaddon, see, was the latest (and likely one of the last) of a latent magi lineage carrying an extraordinarily rare magical disease; one that by all rights should've killed him long before he hit puberty. And although Nightmare couldn't claim by any stretch that the human was in good health, there were clearly secrets about their strange, cultish family that they were inexplicably hesitant to share... even beyond their unlikely lifespan.Unbeknownst to Abaddon, choosing to keep mum both damned them and saved their SOUL, because if there's one thing the King of Negativity loves more than fine art or a well-earned victory, it's the unraveling of one of TAU's many mysteries.
main ability: parasitism
Abaddon's family are dominant genetic carriers of aplastic amageía; a rare but serious disease defined by the SOUL's inability to produce magic. While magical afflictions such as this are typically lethal — especially in a family of magi, latent or no — the Byrds seem to have survived the past few centuries through the development of an aggressive parasitic adaptation, utilizing their auras as feeding mechanisms to pull magic from the SOULS around them... at the cost of causing intense unease (and other unpleasant side-effects of varying severities) in the target. However, it's this affliction that Abaddon is now learning to capitalize on, regurgitating his stolen magic as mimicries of his target's constructs or even as mimicries of mundane items, provided he has enough time to memorize their designs. Taking after his lineage, the only "original" construct he has is a bizarrely unstable — but admittedly frustratingly effective — defensive barrier.As magi go, of course, Abaddon is still quite underdeveloped, having only known he was a magus for less than a year. At this stage, there's really no telling how he will develop in time...
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trivia
First language is English, mostly fluent in Spanish, conversational in ASL. (Selectively mute, but episodes are rare)
Half Mexican, half Irish. He got most of his chronic illnesses — mundane and magical — from the Irish half (the Byrds). From his mother, he got his fine looks and a nasty case of shit luck
Has occult history on their mother's side, hence the collection of charms on their belt; believes, but only "practices" casually
Transmasculine; nonsurgical, has been on testosterone more than 5 years. Cannot use binders due to asthma, so he uses KT tape
He genuinely does not have eyes; his vision is completely magic-reliant. His FOV is also so wide that he needs to wear glasses with blinders on them, otherwise he gets cluster migraines
(Because they have no eyes to close to sleep, they must cover their upper face with something to get any meaningful rest)
Torso, upper arms and upper legs are covered in strange, pale, maze-like scars; these share the same origin as his lack of eyes
Actually kind of hates painting, and chose to do it for a living for that reason. Their biggest artistic passion is poetry — but they'd generally rather die than talk about it with anyone
Speaks with a bit of a Southern (US) accent, but dialect is weirdly formal and archaic. (Almost poetic, one might say...)
Farm upbringing means he knows how to hunt & prepare most corpses for eating, as well as how to survive on society's fringes; almost every other skill (including education) is self-taught
Terrified of any dog bigger than a beagle, but loves cats
Has the worst black thumb on earth, and cannot cook to save his life. (To be fair, this is mostly a side effect of his parasitism, but even having him in the kitchen is bad luck)
Happy to let people assume whatever they want about him if it makes his life easier, but isn't nearly as passive as he seems
Secretly a shocking little sadomasochist — heavy on the -sado.
If he didn't have OCD, he would have loved to become a biologist