#abel hendrix

ABEL HENDRIX –

Birthdate: November 10th, 1986 ( 32 ) Gender and Pronouns: Male/He/Him Hometown: Upper East Side, Manhattan Neighborhood: Williamsburg, Brooklyn Occupation: Owner of Genesis/Musician/Smuggler  Faceclaim: Peter Gadiot Trigger Warnings: Too hot for life

BIOGRAPHY –

The eldest of the Hendrix brood, Abel always took on the role of the protector rather effortlessly. Whether it be his siblings being messed with growing up, people talking smack about his family or his father, being bodyguard to a particular Salazar, it came naturally to him. Loyalty was always his forte, and he’d be self-sacrificing for anyone he even remotely cared about, no matter the situation. Although, there was no denying his aversion to the world he grew up in, the Upper East Side. Born to a wealthy set of parents as the eldest of twins by several minutes, and he never let Kian live it down, there was always an underlying expectation that weighed upon his shoulders. To fit in. To enjoy the world of the wealthy, be a part of the super rich kids. However, from day one, he’d always been the black sheep of the family, and nothing would ever not remind him of that fact. His siblings tended to get along more so than he did with either one of them, he wasn’t interested in pleasing his father or the social circle that surrounded them. No, Abel Hendrix always dreamed of the day he’d escape Manhattan and find his niche, somewhere in the world of Brooklyn. 

Cue an eighteen year old Abel, revelling in making music and working at a local bar for a little extra cash. This borough was everything he’d dreamed of, and more. A world where he didn’t have to fake it or wonder whether he belonged. He was free of all expectations, free of pleasing anyone or fitting into a box. His passion lay instead with making music, with freeing himself to the things he didn’t have to make secret. From a young age, however, his dedication to the Salazars brought out the loyalty within him. You see, there was a particular Salazar he couldn’t get out of his mind throughout high school, despite the fact she was his younger brother’s best friend. However, Rolando Salazar was a man his own father respected, and in turn, Abel respected also. His flighty childhood with his mother disappearing faltered to diminish the respectful, loyal aspects of his personality as shaped by his upbringing. But when he was asked to be a bodyguard for Regina Salazar by a man who seemed to entrust his daughter in Abel’s care, he did it without question. 

Falling in love with her wasn’t part of the plan. Nor was finding himself falling deeper and deeper into the world of the Salazar cartel. An on and off relationship would embark for years to come, fuelled by passion and hatred and probably something like love. Either way, these two were terrible for one another. Over the years, he’d come to accept their fateful status, instead focusing his loyalty on the cartel. Through the bar he’d managed to open in his early twenties, Abel instead focused on building an empire of his own known as Genesis. He’d have a team he’d call family, be able to play music whenever he wanted, and maintain his loyalty to the cartel without having to put all of his time and effort in. Through Genesis, smuggling occurs, unbeknownst to most of his employees, of course. But if one thing’s for sure, it’s that he’s loyal to two families, to a certain number of friends and to his Genesis tribe — and there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for them. 

Broody as hell, Abel sits comfortably in his Williamsburg home knowing he’s carved a path of his own, without anyone forcing him to do so. He’s made something of himself, without being overexposed. Making music with his band, spending almost all of his time at Genesis, and being loyal to both families leaves him utterly content. That doesn’t stop him from being moody as hell ninety nine percent of the time, or competing with the likes of Regina Salazar and Upper East Siders he can’t stand. 

PERSONALITY –

Send me three names and I’ll tell you who I’d FMK

Alex - F

fumble with the zipper on my jacket out of nervousness bc they are so pretty and I keep tripping over my words and blushing when I’m talking to them

Abel - K 

kiss gently on the corner of their lips bc that’s cute and they’re cute

Dom - M 

move slightly closer to if we were sitting next to each other and hope they’ll hold my hand

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before...

A Moodboard for Lucy Park’s Romantic History

Paul Turner played by Alfie Enoch

Paul was Lucy’s first real boyfriend. They met shortly after she moved to New York in one of Lucy’s freshmen general-education classes and fell pretty quickly head over heels for each other. He was her first relationship, her first love, and her first time. Unfortunately, Paul was misdiagnosed by Sebastien Blackwell and shortly after died. Lucy was devastated, but the Blackwell’s paid/threatened Paul’s family to keep quiet about Sebastien’s mistake and it kills Lucy that not only did the man responsible for Paul’s death get off scott free, but that to this day, she can’t tell anyone about it for fear of getting Paul’s family in trouble. 

Abel Hendrix played by Peter Gadiot

Abel Hendrix is someone Lucy never should have met, but she did. And her relationship with him has forever changed her. The two became unlikely friends her senior year in college Lucy spent her senior year climbing in and out of his Brooklyn apartment through his fire escape. He had a girlfriend, but as they both vehemently claimed they were just friends, Lucy didn’t feel bad about all of the movie nights and pizzas at 3am after drinking at his bar all night. Shortly after she graduated though, the way Abel looked at her changed one night while they were stuffing their faces with pizza. And once she noticed it, Lucy realized the way she looked at Abel had changed too. She broke up with her boyfriend and Abel very quickly became the only person who mattered in Lucy’s life after that. They began what was a beautiful but tumultuous relationship that summer. Abel pushed her to pursue her dreams and Lucy challenged Abel to be better. Their love was deeper and more passionate than anything Lucy had experienced before and when she was with Abel, she felt the calmest and yet the most alive that she ever had. Abel proposed to Lucy, but she turned him down citing his gang involvement and them being ‘too young’ to make such a huge commitment. It was the hardest thing she has ever done and it fucking destroyed her.  Over the last 8 years since then, the couple has maintained an on-again-off-again affair that would have your head spinning if you ever tried to keep up. They love each other deeply, but at the same time, no one can absolutely drive Lucy crazy the way that Abel can with his stubborn temper. 

Dominic Callaghan played by Chad Michael Murray

What was supposed to be a simple tattoo appointment turned into a relationship when Lucy walked into Dominic Callaghan’s tattoo parlor. During the session, the pair hit it off as Lucy was charmed by his ‘bad boy’ attitude. With Dominic, Lucy didn’t feel any pressure to be Little Miss Perfect everyone else expected her to be. She could be free to do what she wanted when she wanted and who cared if she screwed up? All of the partying and drinking contributed to the rush that Dominic gave her. But things came to a screeching halt when Lucy discovered his mob affiliations. After her experience with Abel and his gang, the thought of being with someone else who was involved in that kind of lifestyle terrified her. 

Levi Strasser played by Bill Skarsgard

Levi was never a relationship. Lucy had simply met the young musician a few times. They got along well enough, until they ran into each other at a bar, both having had pretty crappy days prior. As the drinks continued, the drunken flirting increased and at the end of the night, Lucy invited Levi over. They had literally gotten nearly all of their clothes off each other when Levi whispered another woman’s name. Lucy called him out on it immediately and next thing she knew, he was flying out the door, leaving a few of his articles of clothing behind in his haste to leave. Only just recently, has Lucy learned that the man she almost slept with is married. 

“I guess… new? Unless that old love is talking about Abel.”

She couldn’t breathe. Her heart was beating out of her chest, hands shaking. It was him. The Gazette had no idea, his name hadn’t been attached to the post sent out to the masses, but she knew. That Armani shirt they’d so proudly referenced in labeling him was one she recognized, a gift given from wife to husband for no reason in particular. She remembered seeing it through a window and thinking of him, how the blues of his eye would look in coordination with it’s color. Remembered the giddiness she felt in seeing him put it on and realizing her assumptions were right, having that easily become one of her favorite shades for him. Those memories were now tarnished, smeared at every edge with a new image in her head. No longer did she think of his eyes, but rather his hands, his lips, brushing the skin of another woman. 

Emilie said nothing in regards to the matter, but that didn’t mean she was blind. Her husband had been having an affair for some time now, and she’d caught the hints overtime. It hurt her, of course, he was the man she loved. However, if the sentiment wasn’t returned and their marriage hadn’t been something he would have chosen for himself, could she blame him for straying? She’d reasonsed circles around the situation in her mind for months, every possible way to keep herself from crumbling. Now as the video of him with his mistress replayed in front of her for the tenth time, her mind was blocked. The tears fell in a constant stream, seemingly out of her control, and her energy felt depleted. She couldn’t reason this. She couldn’t do anything, but curl up on her living room floor. Somewhere on a beautiful resort in Mexico—yet another confirmation, incase his attire hadn’t been enough—he lay in bliss and there she was in an empty apartment falling apart at the seams.

Pulling herself out of her state of shock long enough to call Abel, she quickly realized how pointless doing so had been. He was someone in that moment who could bring to her a sense of safety, yet the brunette was barely able to get the whisper of his name out through trembling lips before she was ending the call. It took the dozen texts that followed to have her muster up whatever was left in her to call for a car and make her way to him. Any other time she may have given a better attempt at pulling herself together. God, what would her mother say if she saw her this way. Needless to say her mind wasn’t exactly in its usual place as there she stood, eyes red, cheeks pink, voice scratchy and tired. Not given a chance to so much as knock, his door flung open in front of her. “Can I stay for a little while?