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[Name:] Abel Solomon
[Nicknames:] Ab, A, Solo
[Age:] 19
[Gender:] Male
[Species:] Human - Sleeper

[Description:] The first thing a person is drawn to about Abel would be his unbelievably clear-water eyes. Set in a long, oval face his pure gray eyes seem to fill his sockets and circle his black pupil with endless white; had it not been for the thick ring of black surrounding the gray many would think his eyes blind. Abel is still confused as to why many believe he cannot see them simply because his eyes are so light; though he doesn't mind and instead uses it against people if given the chance.

Another annoyance for his eyes is the fact that they are long lidded like a girls, worst is that his black lashes are thick and long while his brows thick and curved which only makes his eyes seem paler. Abel has found that by looking directly at a person when talking can sometimes intimidate them or at least make them uncomfortable if he stares too long; he rather enjoys those moments.

Abel's features are a bit sharp, his nose and cheekbones have a bit of an edge to them while the one true smoothness of his face is his rounded chin that is normally dusted in a light fuzz. His mouth is long with a Cupid's bow top lip and light plump of a bottom. Even with a full mouth of white teeth it is very rare to see Abel flashing a full smile; if you happen to be one of the few who do you'd notice a chipped tooth or two from times when Abel had no choice but to fight for himself. Most times a simple half grin, a lifting of one side of his mouth is all the signs of a grin Abel is willing to share of himself.

Upon his head is thick strands of rich brown and black hair that falls to the base of his neck; several locks stick up and about his entire head but only because Abel has a habit of brushing his fingers through his hair when he thinks too deeply. Though it is very obvious that no professional has styled his hair as several strands tend to be longer in some places while others quite uneven. In truth Abel would rather just ignore his hair and let whatever style it is in when he wakes up be the style it will be all day long. Still, if he remembers he likes to spike the short bangs that fall just above his eyes with gel so that they stay in place but out of his sight.

The color if his skin is a pale gold, a testament to his love of the outdoors, while his long body of subtle muscles fills a height of six feet one inch (6'1). Not an impressive height among most of his peers but one that gets him above some crowds. Abel has toned his rather lanky build over the years from an obsession with rock climbing and a new hobby of free running; wide of shoulders and rather lean in the hips Abel's long legs just eat up the ground as he walks. He walks with confidence and a tight control that many mistake for laziness as he has a habit of hiding his awareness of things with a slouching, lazed gait.

Abel has a voice that is smoky and deep, he need not raise it to be heard and he is not one to repeat himself. And for all his times of fighting, climbing, and simply being a kid there was never a worry about scars, only broken bones, but there is one that sticks with him. Just above the base of his spin is a raised scar in the shape of a stretched 'X' turned sideways.

He gained the wound when trying to escape a bully who had followed him home one day; Abel had climbed between a rose brush and a wall to escape being harmed only to have his back scratched by the thorns in the bush when he crawled through the branches. It still amazes him that the scar is so minuscule yet stuck so firmly to his skin. He calls it his victory wound; even if it was over eleven years ago when he got it.

There are only a few select pieces of jewelry that Abel likes to wear, his main one being a gag gift from a friend, a silver chained necklace with an actual silver bullet for a charm. Other odd charms and some wire bracelets also amuse his tastes with a few steel rings added.

As for his clothing, nothing extraordinary there either; simple vintage t-shirts with a suit jacket or hoody pulled over with cargo, carpenter, or plain jeans. Belts are worn for their purpose and not really for style, though he has had some times when he wore one for a joke. Though his most favorite piece of clothing is actually a leather racing jacket and motorcycle boots; though he has been seen wearing a pair of beat up sneakers as well.

[Personality:]

[Occupation:] High School Student [he failed a grade *gasp*] / Waiter
[Extra:]

[*] enjoys rock climbing
[*] is terrified of needles
[*] is something of a daredevil, but not a very good one
[*] loves Scooby Snacks [the cookies] and peanut butter
[*] has a habit of sleep walking and perching...nuff said

[Parents:] Winny Solomon [mother - 35], Scott Droves [father - 35 - fling], Daven 'Dave' and Jamie Angels [foster parents]
[Siblings:] Avery Jenkins [foster brother - 14] and Anya Jenkins [foster sister - 8]
[Other Members:] Octavia Angels [foster aunt and case worker]

[History:]