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YEEHAW BABEY ITS TIME!!!

╘╬╧╤═╡OVERVIEW
Name: Abaven Still
*Nicknames: Aba, Venny, Tree
Age/DoB: 38 || October, 30th
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: HT: 6'1" WT: 210
*Orientation: Pansexual
Location: Ghastron || Valdemosa
╘╬╧╤═╡ ATTRIBUTES
Species: Trevenant
Nature: Quiet || Good perseverance
Natural Cure: At the end of every fight or leaving the forefront of the fight, his body will naturally shake off any status effect given to him. This is thanks to being Alive in Spirit.
Phantom Force: Almost exclusively used for work purposes as it activates an ability to phase almost completely out of sight and sneak around or near his target. Though upon reentry, an arm length of force is pushed out. Which can cause damage to objects and people, this force pushes through most protection!
Spite: The anger that is bottled in the core of his being becomes unleashed on the targeted person. While there is no surface damage, the move strikes the target with a weakening feeling to limit their ability to attack him. The feeling can often be described as though your limb(s) have gone through a beating without any bruises or scrapes.
Forest's Curse: When targeted by this curse, the person is inflicted with effects such as bark growths on their skin or a grassy texture replacing their hair. Causing them to become vulnerable to Will-O-Wisp. This status only reaches a radius of 30 feet, and if the target is to flee the effects are reverted. Abaven will only ever use the two in pairing to intimidate the target should his normal PI talk not get through to them.
Will-O-Wisp: Handy for lighting candles or anything that needs to be lit up. Though in a fight is often used only after a target had been afflicted with Forest's Curse. This is the only move that Abaven had retained from his previous life, and is inclined to use it for domestic reasons.

╘╬╧╤═╡ PERSONALITY

Ambitious: Skies aren’t even the limit with him. Often when he makes goals they are lofty, in just about everything he does he wants to do and be the best of the best. One might also say that he is also competitive in the same vein of being Ambitious.
Amoral: This sort of neutrality only started to crop up after he started his job as a Private Investigator. As clients pay his bills, and sometimes those clients are questionable at best. He had to learn how to push his personal morals aside to complete cases or meddle in affairs that are less than desirable.
Dauntless: From the day he could walk Abaven has had a bold streak the size of the ocean. There is some sort of fire beneath his calm and dull appearance that lets him feel that fearless fight when engaging in dangerous situations. Some say that he has a lion’s heart, while others may think he’s as stubborn as a bull.
Direct: When he has something to say, he often says whatever it is outright. When he was younger it did more harm than good, but now that he’s older he doesn’t feel the need to beat around the bush most of the time. At times he may be seen as rude or even harsh, but in others his upfront style often wins trust.
Impulsive: There have been many times in his life where he feels this “itch” to do something. And since he’s out on his own there isn’t much to stop him from following where the alluring winds of something new.
Reserved: Beyond reasons for work, Abaven is a rather private man. Both in the sense of external and internal. His home life is often left a mystery except by those very close to him, and trying to get him to talk about himself is often akin to pulling teeth. He sees himself as a recluse who wants to keep many things private.
Stoic: This trait is often tied to his quiet yet direct and reserved nature, he feels that his words should mean something beyond fillers or the like. Some mistake this as a shyness or even awkwardness, but Abaven is more of a listener and feels his words should be crafted carefully.

╘╬╧╤═╡ BIOGRAPHY

Born and raised in the Echeon region, the only thing Abaven really knew was the hard working life of farm work. Growing up, his parents did everything in their power to make sure that their only child had everything he needed. Maybe not everything he wanted, but at least what was needed. Though the older Abaven got, the less charm the simple farm life had in his eyes. The trips into the city always left him wanting more. It was the kind of satisfying feeling like crisp cold water being run on your face on a hot day. On his 18th birthday he came forward to his parents that while he was beyond grateful for the life and home he had on the farm, he felt a strong pull to be elsewhere. While unsure of where, he knew he wanted to be someone more than just a farmer. His parents were adverse to the idea of him uprooting his life without a solid plan, but understood that desire to go make one's own path. Together they made a plan for Abaven to save his funds and try working in a nearby city to test the waters, and should he like it he could form a plan on how to move to where it was he wanted to be.
Working in the city as a clerk for a store was rough. The commute was a killer, the work was less rewarding than farm work, and he struggled with speaking to customers. Though the silver lining was that even the small city life was sort of exciting, while he wasn’t good at customer service he did find it easier to just talk to folks in casual settings. Though not all good things last. Eventually, even the small city life wasn’t cutting it for him. The life stream felt as though it was on repeat, things would happen almost as if it were clockwork. Just like the farm. Abaven felt that itch again, the need for something more, something bigger. After turning 20 he sat his parents down to tell them that he wanted to move to a bigger city and try to get work there. Similar to last time they were less than excited, partly because they assumed his city itch would die out, and partly because they worried about what would happen to him so far away. Regardless to how they felt, Abaven made it a point that he would be moving out and away from the farm and maybe even the region. He wanted a clean slate where he knew no one and there would be plenty of things to explore. A farewell party was thrown for him, and while he was feeling that homesick sadness of leaving, he was also ecstatic to be moving somewhere completely new to him. A port city called, Nuove in the Ghastron region.
Starting completely over was exciting, yet also terrifying. There were so many things to learn, so many places to see, and hints of danger around every corner. Luckily for him, he made quick friends with a fella who lived in the port city and was able to stay with him for some time. The man seemed to stick out like a sore thumb in the glum way the city life was. Though it seemed as though fate had them cross paths for the better as said fella was looking to save money to move to Captivon for a change of pace. The roommates made an agreement to start saving in any way that they could so each could pursue that “itch” for a new life. Abaven did his best in the jobs he had for short times, trying out everything to see what would stick and what wouldn’t. The most frustrating part of working most customer service jobs was dealing with mass amounts of folks as well as whatever staff bothered to blow in that day to work. It didn’t take long for Abaven to start his search for jobs where you could work alone and be your own boss in a way. Eventually, he stumbled upon the idea of becoming a Private Investigator. It was the perfect job for someone like him! Though starting it up would be the hard part, it required a lot of research and getting a proper license for that kind of job. With a rough plan in mind Abaven started working towards his goal, which included sleepless nights and living like the walking dead at times. In the end, it did pay off! And he could finally stamp his foot in the world he wanted to be a part of.
Along the two years it took to get a steady flow of clients, his roommate did eventually leave for Captivon. The two threw one hell of a farewell party, then it was back to work. Abaven packed up his things and decided that it was go big or go home, and moved himself to the capital city; Valdemosa. Living there felt as though his life was put on fast forward, so many things happened in what felt like a short amount of time.
The life of a Investigator in Valdemosa scratched that itch that Abaven had for such a long time. A sense of adventure set at a pace he made, a job that not only helped others but sent him searching for more. Though, the job did come with quite a few downsides. Sometimes he would have to chase the suspect or even fight them to get them to surrender. Once or twice he’d been thrown through a window, thankfully both first floors. And had been given some “warning” beatings to quit poking his nose around where it doesn’t belong. Through the trials all the negative aspects only stoked the fire to fight through them, as most of the folks who hired him were those affected by someone mugging them or taking something valuable or even abducting someone. Abaven was always hard pressed to see each job through so that the good folks who hired him could be reunited or given some closure.

One downside was that the more sketchy the job, the more he felt as though that missing piece was crumbling. Not that he didn’t still love the job, but that he began to feel as though other things were missing. As if memories were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t ever find them. During a particularly dodgy investigation, he realized too late that he had walked right into a trap set by some fellas who were pals of someone he had gotten tossed in jail. The fight would be one hell of an uphill battle, but if he could find that slim hope then maybe he could get all these men tossed in with their friend. The less of them out in the world the better. Abaven raised his fists and buried that gut feeling to flee while he still could. He had a job to do, and he’d see to it that it be finished.

The fight itself was long and was like a whirlwind of destruction for the items in the alleyway they had collected themselves in. Abaven was doing as good as one could in a fight of one versus ten. And even though he had managed to knock out two of them, the amount of fists and fury being hurled his way was wearing on his body like nothing he’d ever felt. Even still, he pushed on, one by one till it was only him and four left. The four men left a few feet between as Abaven was huffing and wheezing by this point. He’d taken one shaken step forward before collapsing to his knees, the adrenaline wearing down and the pain and realization was settling in. He could feel the puncture wounds, particularly one between the ribs that was making it difficult to draw breath. One of the four men said something, his words garbled as Abaven’s vision was wavering. Anger boiled in Abaven's chest as he stared at the four. The PI tried to pick himself up, but found no such strength, and he collapsed in the alleyway.

When he awoke, he was back at his work desk. Papers strewn about as though he was in the middle of a case. Realizing that he was actually awake and not trapped in some dream, he abruptly stood to his feet. Something was boiling in his chest, like a kettle left to a stove top. He’d never felt something like this before, and when he tried to place where he could’ve ran across such feeling, he realized that some of his thoughts were fuzzy or just outright missing. Such as most of his life on the ranch, or was it a farm? Abaven felt a wave of confusion wash over his body, but subside when he sat down and stared at the paperwork in front of him. One of his hands was... Different to say the least, as it was completely made of wood. And the perspective of the table seemed different as well. Abaven moved swiftly to the mirror he had next to his personal drawer. He looked... Different. Or did he always look this way? The bottom half of his traditional trench coat were tattered, yet moved as though they had some life in them. Abaven turned back towards his desk. It was familiar, which meant he was a Private Investigator with plenty of work to do. But who was he before this? And why was he in his office? The phone on his desk rang, it was a customer looking to hire someone to nose around for them. Abaven shoved his questions aside in favor of taking up this request.
Currently, he still lives in Valdemosa and continues to be a Private Investigator as a "True Ghost". Still working cases, while trying to sleuth out why he feels "off" and why he feels this unending anger in his body.

╘╬╧╤═╡ RELATIONSHIPS & ENCOUNTERS
ENCOUNTERS:
- N/A -

RELATIONSHIPS:
- Sunki Still | Mother | Alive | NPC -
- Aayden Still | Father | Alive | NPC -
- Gabriel Estrada | Friends | Alive | TBA -

╘╬╧╤═╡ OTHER
Voice Claim:
- Liev Schreiber [Example]

Hobbies:
- Gardening
- Reading
- Nature Walks
- Bird Watching

Trivia:
- Horns move with emotion
- Naturally & luckily left handed
- Loves flower-crowns & spicy foods
- Nature walks are a Must
- Turned his backyard into a garden, keeps a lot of plant life in his home
- Hates wearing shoes, like would walk barefoot everywhere if he could
- Loves a good cup of coffee
- Hes not aware that hes Dead, so he does eat and drink
- Forest's Curse makes it possible to animate is wooden arm
- After becoming Alive in Spirit, three of his four moves were replaced, one of them Forest's Curse, helps him animate his coat "roots" and arm.
- He has bits and pieces of memories, but has no idea who or why he's so determined about his line of work

Description

YEEHAW BABEY ITS TIME!!!

╘╬╧╤═╡OVERVIEW
Name: Abaven Still
*Nicknames: Aba, Venny, Tree
Age/DoB: 38 || October, 30th
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: HT: 6'1" WT: 210
*Orientation: Pansexual
Location: Ghastron || Valdemosa
╘╬╧╤═╡ ATTRIBUTES
Species: Trevenant
Nature: Quiet || Good perseverance
Natural Cure: At the end of every fight or leaving the forefront of the fight, his body will naturally shake off any status effect given to him. This is thanks to being Alive in Spirit.
Phantom Force: Almost exclusively used for work purposes as it activates an ability to phase almost completely out of sight and sneak around or near his target. Though upon reentry, an arm length of force is pushed out. Which can cause damage to objects and people, this force pushes through most protection!
Spite: The anger that is bottled in the core of his being becomes unleashed on the targeted person. While there is no surface damage, the move strikes the target with a weakening feeling to limit their ability to attack him. The feeling can often be described as though your limb(s) have gone through a beating without any bruises or scrapes.
Forest's Curse: When targeted by this curse, the person is inflicted with effects such as bark growths on their skin or a grassy texture replacing their hair. Causing them to become vulnerable to Will-O-Wisp. This status only reaches a radius of 30 feet, and if the target is to flee the effects are reverted. Abaven will only ever use the two in pairing to intimidate the target should his normal PI talk not get through to them.
Will-O-Wisp: Handy for lighting candles or anything that needs to be lit up. Though in a fight is often used only after a target had been afflicted with Forest's Curse. This is the only move that Abaven had retained from his previous life, and is inclined to use it for domestic reasons.

╘╬╧╤═╡ PERSONALITY

Ambitious: Skies aren’t even the limit with him. Often when he makes goals they are lofty, in just about everything he does he wants to do and be the best of the best. One might also say that he is also competitive in the same vein of being Ambitious.
Amoral: This sort of neutrality only started to crop up after he started his job as a Private Investigator. As clients pay his bills, and sometimes those clients are questionable at best. He had to learn how to push his personal morals aside to complete cases or meddle in affairs that are less than desirable.
Dauntless: From the day he could walk Abaven has had a bold streak the size of the ocean. There is some sort of fire beneath his calm and dull appearance that lets him feel that fearless fight when engaging in dangerous situations. Some say that he has a lion’s heart, while others may think he’s as stubborn as a bull.
Direct: When he has something to say, he often says whatever it is outright. When he was younger it did more harm than good, but now that he’s older he doesn’t feel the need to beat around the bush most of the time. At times he may be seen as rude or even harsh, but in others his upfront style often wins trust.
Impulsive: There have been many times in his life where he feels this “itch” to do something. And since he’s out on his own there isn’t much to stop him from following where the alluring winds of something new.
Reserved: Beyond reasons for work, Abaven is a rather private man. Both in the sense of external and internal. His home life is often left a mystery except by those very close to him, and trying to get him to talk about himself is often akin to pulling teeth. He sees himself as a recluse who wants to keep many things private.
Stoic: This trait is often tied to his quiet yet direct and reserved nature, he feels that his words should mean something beyond fillers or the like. Some mistake this as a shyness or even awkwardness, but Abaven is more of a listener and feels his words should be crafted carefully.

╘╬╧╤═╡ BIOGRAPHY

Born and raised in the Echeon region, the only thing Abaven really knew was the hard working life of farm work. Growing up, his parents did everything in their power to make sure that their only child had everything he needed. Maybe not everything he wanted, but at least what was needed. Though the older Abaven got, the less charm the simple farm life had in his eyes. The trips into the city always left him wanting more. It was the kind of satisfying feeling like crisp cold water being run on your face on a hot day. On his 18th birthday he came forward to his parents that while he was beyond grateful for the life and home he had on the farm, he felt a strong pull to be elsewhere. While unsure of where, he knew he wanted to be someone more than just a farmer. His parents were adverse to the idea of him uprooting his life without a solid plan, but understood that desire to go make one's own path. Together they made a plan for Abaven to save his funds and try working in a nearby city to test the waters, and should he like it he could form a plan on how to move to where it was he wanted to be.
Working in the city as a clerk for a store was rough. The commute was a killer, the work was less rewarding than farm work, and he struggled with speaking to customers. Though the silver lining was that even the small city life was sort of exciting, while he wasn’t good at customer service he did find it easier to just talk to folks in casual settings. Though not all good things last. Eventually, even the small city life wasn’t cutting it for him. The life stream felt as though it was on repeat, things would happen almost as if it were clockwork. Just like the farm. Abaven felt that itch again, the need for something more, something bigger. After turning 20 he sat his parents down to tell them that he wanted to move to a bigger city and try to get work there. Similar to last time they were less than excited, partly because they assumed his city itch would die out, and partly because they worried about what would happen to him so far away. Regardless to how they felt, Abaven made it a point that he would be moving out and away from the farm and maybe even the region. He wanted a clean slate where he knew no one and there would be plenty of things to explore. A farewell party was thrown for him, and while he was feeling that homesick sadness of leaving, he was also ecstatic to be moving somewhere completely new to him. A port city called, Nuove in the Ghastron region.
Starting completely over was exciting, yet also terrifying. There were so many things to learn, so many places to see, and hints of danger around every corner. Luckily for him, he made quick friends with a fella who lived in the port city and was able to stay with him for some time. The man seemed to stick out like a sore thumb in the glum way the city life was. Though it seemed as though fate had them cross paths for the better as said fella was looking to save money to move to Captivon for a change of pace. The roommates made an agreement to start saving in any way that they could so each could pursue that “itch” for a new life. Abaven did his best in the jobs he had for short times, trying out everything to see what would stick and what wouldn’t. The most frustrating part of working most customer service jobs was dealing with mass amounts of folks as well as whatever staff bothered to blow in that day to work. It didn’t take long for Abaven to start his search for jobs where you could work alone and be your own boss in a way. Eventually, he stumbled upon the idea of becoming a Private Investigator. It was the perfect job for someone like him! Though starting it up would be the hard part, it required a lot of research and getting a proper license for that kind of job. With a rough plan in mind Abaven started working towards his goal, which included sleepless nights and living like the walking dead at times. In the end, it did pay off! And he could finally stamp his foot in the world he wanted to be a part of.
Along the two years it took to get a steady flow of clients, his roommate did eventually leave for Captivon. The two threw one hell of a farewell party, then it was back to work. Abaven packed up his things and decided that it was go big or go home, and moved himself to the capital city; Valdemosa. Living there felt as though his life was put on fast forward, so many things happened in what felt like a short amount of time.
The life of a Investigator in Valdemosa scratched that itch that Abaven had for such a long time. A sense of adventure set at a pace he made, a job that not only helped others but sent him searching for more. Though, the job did come with quite a few downsides. Sometimes he would have to chase the suspect or even fight them to get them to surrender. Once or twice he’d been thrown through a window, thankfully both first floors. And had been given some “warning” beatings to quit poking his nose around where it doesn’t belong. Through the trials all the negative aspects only stoked the fire to fight through them, as most of the folks who hired him were those affected by someone mugging them or taking something valuable or even abducting someone. Abaven was always hard pressed to see each job through so that the good folks who hired him could be reunited or given some closure.

One downside was that the more sketchy the job, the more he felt as though that missing piece was crumbling. Not that he didn’t still love the job, but that he began to feel as though other things were missing. As if memories were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t ever find them. During a particularly dodgy investigation, he realized too late that he had walked right into a trap set by some fellas who were pals of someone he had gotten tossed in jail. The fight would be one hell of an uphill battle, but if he could find that slim hope then maybe he could get all these men tossed in with their friend. The less of them out in the world the better. Abaven raised his fists and buried that gut feeling to flee while he still could. He had a job to do, and he’d see to it that it be finished.

The fight itself was long and was like a whirlwind of destruction for the items in the alleyway they had collected themselves in. Abaven was doing as good as one could in a fight of one versus ten. And even though he had managed to knock out two of them, the amount of fists and fury being hurled his way was wearing on his body like nothing he’d ever felt. Even still, he pushed on, one by one till it was only him and four left. The four men left a few feet between as Abaven was huffing and wheezing by this point. He’d taken one shaken step forward before collapsing to his knees, the adrenaline wearing down and the pain and realization was settling in. He could feel the puncture wounds, particularly one between the ribs that was making it difficult to draw breath. One of the four men said something, his words garbled as Abaven’s vision was wavering. Anger boiled in Abaven's chest as he stared at the four. The PI tried to pick himself up, but found no such strength, and he collapsed in the alleyway.

When he awoke, he was back at his work desk. Papers strewn about as though he was in the middle of a case. Realizing that he was actually awake and not trapped in some dream, he abruptly stood to his feet. Something was boiling in his chest, like a kettle left to a stove top. He’d never felt something like this before, and when he tried to place where he could’ve ran across such feeling, he realized that some of his thoughts were fuzzy or just outright missing. Such as most of his life on the ranch, or was it a farm? Abaven felt a wave of confusion wash over his body, but subside when he sat down and stared at the paperwork in front of him. One of his hands was... Different to say the least, as it was completely made of wood. And the perspective of the table seemed different as well. Abaven moved swiftly to the mirror he had next to his personal drawer. He looked... Different. Or did he always look this way? The bottom half of his traditional trench coat were tattered, yet moved as though they had some life in them. Abaven turned back towards his desk. It was familiar, which meant he was a Private Investigator with plenty of work to do. But who was he before this? And why was he in his office? The phone on his desk rang, it was a customer looking to hire someone to nose around for them. Abaven shoved his questions aside in favor of taking up this request.
Currently, he still lives in Valdemosa and continues to be a Private Investigator as a "True Ghost". Still working cases, while trying to sleuth out why he feels "off" and why he feels this unending anger in his body.

╘╬╧╤═╡ RELATIONSHIPS & ENCOUNTERS
ENCOUNTERS:
- N/A -

RELATIONSHIPS:
- Sunki Still | Mother | Alive | NPC -
- Aayden Still | Father | Alive | NPC -
- Gabriel Estrada | Friends | Alive | TBA -

╘╬╧╤═╡ OTHER
Voice Claim:
- Liev Schreiber [Example]

Hobbies:
- Gardening
- Reading
- Nature Walks
- Bird Watching

Trivia:
- Horns move with emotion
- Naturally & luckily left handed
- Loves flower-crowns & spicy foods
- Nature walks are a Must
- Turned his backyard into a garden, keeps a lot of plant life in his home
- Hates wearing shoes, like would walk barefoot everywhere if he could
- Loves a good cup of coffee
- Hes not aware that hes Dead, so he does eat and drink
- Forest's Curse makes it possible to animate is wooden arm
- After becoming Alive in Spirit, three of his four moves were replaced, one of them Forest's Curse, helps him animate his coat "roots" and arm.
- He has bits and pieces of memories, but has no idea who or why he's so determined about his line of work