Francis Abel

Name: Francis Abel

Age: 26

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Long, feathered, dark brown hair. In the back, his hair stops just before his shoulders, and in the front it stops above his eyebrows, ending in natural blond highlights.

Eyes: Deep blue eyes, with a thin gray ring around his pupils.

Weight: 185 lbs.

Height: 6 ft. 2 in.

Theme Song(s): Led Zepplin - Ramble On, Guns N' Roses - Paradise City

Weapon: Francis uses a variety of weapons, but his most mainstream weapons are an 8 inch, very intricately designed blade, forged from a space metal (from a fallen meteorite) by a master smith, a silenced S&W USP .40 pistol, and (when he deems it necessary), a silenced M40A1 sniper rifle with an adjustable, custom scope ranging anywhere from 2-25x zoom.

Armor: Francis very rarely wears much armor, he can sometimes be seen wearing a kevlar vest, and sometimes also reinforces his joints with kevlar padding (although he prefers not to if at all possible, as this padding hinders some of his movement and acrobatic capability).

Strengths: Francis is an avid practitioner of Krav Maga, or "Contact Combat", and he tries to train at least three times a week (he is currently been bestowed the title of black belt, a feat that very few people have been able to accomplish). Francis is also a parkour/free running enthusiast, and can often be found practicing his techniques in public, an activity that law enforcement is not too fond of. Francis is also an excellent marksman, rarely missing a target with his firearms, but his true skill is his ability to wield his blade effectively (he has put many years into developing his blade skills, something that has truly paid off for him and saved his life many times).

Weakness: Francis' biggest weakness is his constant underestimation of people and their abilities, a trait that has gotten him into many sticky situations over the course of his life, one of which almost cost him an eye, and another that left his chest horribly scared.

Skills/Magic: Francis has a unique ability that the Archangel Michael gave to him the day of his twenty third birthday, and that is the ability to communicate with any spirit in Heaven or Purgatory that he wishes (On rare occasions, Francis has been able to speak with spirits in hell, but this is often outside of his ability). When he uses this ability however, Francis must be on hallowed ground (such as a church, or certain cemeteries), and the spirit he is trying to contact may decide that they do not want to be visited, and may ignore Francis' attempts at communication. The use of this ability leaves him horribly drained however, as Francis must meditate intensely to call upon the connection between his soul and others.

Appearance: When in casual attire, Francis usually wears blue jeans (with a brown leather belt), tennis shoes (he almost NEVER wears sandals, as he believes that they will slow him down in the event of an emergency), and he usually wears a t-shirt with a tan leather jacket (he wears a holster most of the time, hence the need for a jacket to conceal his pistol and his blade), and he often wears black fingerless gloves with this outfit. When dressed for combat however, Francis wears Black Digital Camoflauge pants, a black Spec-Ops belt, a black, skintight Nike Pro shirt, black fingerless gloves, a black balaclava with only one opening for his nose and eyes, black combat boots, a black stealth jacket specially designed to allow minimum noise, and a leg holster for his USP .40, along with a chest holster for his 8 inch blade.

Personality: Francis can be best described as head strong, especially when his since of honor is threatened or put into question. He acts very humble, mostly due to the fact this he had no family as a child, and was raised by a monk (causing him to have a strong belief in Catholicism) that took him in from on request from his real father. He believes that he has witnessed divine intervention many times, which further reinforces his faith. He has been known to get into religious arguments when Catholicism is questioned or insulted, but he is very tolerant of other beliefs and religions. He believes that God has a plan for him, but is not yet sure what the plan is. Francis also has experienced memory loss of his early childhood due to a horrific event, and this often causes him anger and confusion in his travels.

Biography: Francis does not know much about his origins, he simply knows that he was born in a small town that was destroyed a few days after his birth. He has no idea how he came to live under the protection of a monk, but simply knows that the monk was also from the same town, and escaped the carnage of the town's destruction by (so claims the monk) calling on God to deliver them from this catastrophe. Francis also learned from the monk (whom Francis knows as "Jared Abel". Francis took his last name from the Monk), that his real father approached Jared hours before the attack, and asked him to take care of Francis, and that he was certain that Francis had a divine calling:

Father Jared sat in the oak wood chair, one foot tapping the stone floor, listening to the sound of which reverbrated throughout the room again and again, contemplating what to do, asking God for help in making this decision. To take the child and flee, as the child's father so greatly wanted, or to stay and perform blessings on the dead for as long as possible, something that the faithful would surely want. It was a tough decision, whether to sacrifice the safety of one for the blessings of many, or the blessings of many for the well-being of one. His gaze moved throughout the room, looking for anything, a sign, to help make his decision. Then it came to him. He cleared his throat, and then swallowed. Many for the one.

"I'll do it. We'll leave tonight. Does your other son know of the existence of his brother?"

"He has no idea, we told him that Katia lost the child during her sickness. He cried a lot, but he's strong. He will live on. Of that I'm sure of, God has told me. Just as God has told me that you must take my son and leave as soon as possible."

"Bring him to me within the hour. We leave tonight."

"I'll bring him now." Francis' father rose and strode to the door, peering back into the room before slipping out the grand oak door. Jared turned his head and stared at the object of his inspiration, a large stained glass window depicting the famous story of Solomon and the two babies. It was in the scriptures. The baby must live.

Almost twenty three years later, on the day of Francis’ birth. The plan began to unfold. Francis was given the power of communication with the departed and the divine, and given a choice:

Francis looked in awe at the spectacle before him. In the ten minutes he had been in Michael’s presence, his astonishment had not waned at all. The light surrounding the archangel intensified as Michael bellowed one phrase: “Make your decision, Francis. To live a normal life, without ever finding out the identity of your brother, or to do God’s will, in the form of a necessary evil: Violence, but to be sure that the identity of your brother will be revealed to you.”

Francis stared, deep in thought, at the archangel’s magnificence, before replying “I choose to do God’s will.”

“You have made the right decision, Francis, your father would be proud. You will now begin your training.” The archangel raised his hands, and began to sing, to be sure, the most beautiful song Francis had ever heard, and Francis was lifted up in a beam of white light, and vanished from that place, lifted from the tyranny of the world and accepted into divine living, if only for a moment. If only for one purpose…

Exactly thirty minutes later, on a hill overlooking a valley, armed with pistol, rifle, and knife, Francis appeared. He covered his eyes as he peered across the plain. He was there. Francis looked upwards, and watched the archangel speed away.

“Welcome to the Dome, Francis…”


Hobbies: Krav Maga, Parkour/Freerunning, Weapons training, writing, Chess, video games, cooking, singing, trying to find his lost brother…

Expand the bio. It seems a little light and shallow.

Alright, I will have to do that tomorrow though (Homework).

EDIT: Okay, I posted some changes. Please check them out.

I spaced the dialog. Approved.