#abyssin

Mad-Dog has dedicated 142 years of his current 150 year old life into the mastery of martial arts such as Teräs Käsi, Na Jang, Echani, and Stava along with the force discipline of Matukai to fully obtain mastery of his body and push past the physical limits Abyssins could have never dreamed to achieve.

His piston-like blows sharpened from a century of precision and discipline when without restraint would obliterate a man's body or his library of martial arts knowledge could paralyze your body with a series of pressure point strikes all with Jedi-like speed and agility.

Mad-Dog is driven by The Will to Power (Nietzsche) in his quest to obtain self-mastery against himself by facing inner and outward challenges head-on. He thrives in constantly moving, fighting, negotiating, anything to avoid feeling complacent and rigid as the decades past in the ever-changing Galaxy, making him a thriving crime lord and elder of his Clan despite being only 40 in human years.

Mad-Dog was spoken about as an urban legend around the Galaxy, having fought and killed hundreds of various enemies over the century such as Assassins, Bounty Hunters, Mercenaries, Militaries, Gangsters, Gladiators, Pirates, Dark Siders, and Jedi alike.

Mad-Dog was a crime lord always on the move in the Galaxy from the Core to Wild Space, amassing alliances, resources, manpower, firepower, and territory wherever he went to create a Syndicate of high quality over quantity. Mad-Dog operated in the shadows rather than the open, being hands-on in many of his syndicate operations including special black-ops missions as he was a leader that led from the front than behind his men.

Mad-Dog carried on him a split lightsaber with orange curved blade(s) & disc guard, two E-851 Blaster Pistols, two WESTAR-35 Blaster Pistols, two karambit knives, two kurki knives, smoke pellets, grav charges, throwing knives, and kneepad rocket dart launchers.

His vambraces include a flamethrower, whipcord launcher, dart launchers, missile launcher, wrist blaster, and a repulsor to substitute his lack of telekinesis.

Despite his mastery of combat and dedication in his syndicate, he was also a student of the Force as one of his greatest masters in learning from it was his wife; Mother Juun; a Mirialan Jedi Lord turned Sage displaced through time by hyperspace who turned away from the role of a combatant to live alongside the Force as its disciple and teacher. Juun was also his anchor in tempering and controlling his journey of power.

Mad-Dog was an honorable and pragmatic warrior and leader, willing to gradually build and properly pay his manpower rather than resorting to slavery and treating them like maggots to keep their loyalty in the long run even at the cost of not being larger than other syndicates.

Despite their smaller size (compared to the Black Sun or Hutts), their quality was almost unmatched as he personally insured all warriors and smugglers who were part of his syndicate act as an elite fighting force worthy of being compared to commandos of the Old Republic.

ㅤㅤㅤ @spoopysinㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤUNPROMPTEDㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤalways accepting!

ㅤㅤthere is urgency here, in the city of tears—for there’s never enough time to spare. life starts before dawn’s sunrays; at 3 a.m. hydro buses cut through the first dew’s silence, hasting others to work in their fancy suits and elegant dresses. stores’ doors open so loudly one can hear them from their high-up hotel room, and people are already chattering as if just a few hours of sleep are enough for them to be completely recharged. clacking and clicking, wall engines are turned on, chimneys burn wood and iron, and machinery starts pumping oil and worries into the heart’s city. hurry, hurry, the clock is ticking, we cannot stop! work, work, work! for justice, for advancement, for modernity; fontaine is where people fight against the unstoppable force of clocks and their ticking.

ㅤㅤthere is a lot of noise here, in the city of waves. aether grumbled from their shared bed—they had laid down two hours ago. just two hours ago, mind you. this was way too much. getting up, he decided to close the windows, as if that ought to block out all the buzzing from outside. if there was one important lesson he had learned in all his years in teyvat it was that, whatever commotion was happening in the world, it could wait for some more. as if to protest the traveller’s decision, he heard a prolonged low-pitched roar from the engines, howling almost abysmal in nature. they shook the bedroom in a quake.

ㅤㅤthere also lies despair here, in the city of promises. sometimes, in the form of dreams, others, in the form of promises, but either way, they’d call those future anxieties ‘prophecies’. fears of tomorrow and its stars-written fates. but today, that despair is in the shape of an embrace. 

ㅤㅤtrembling arms found his waist in the mid-lit dark of spring, and they snaked around his body as if he were a life jacket. cold yet sweaty palms are burrowed on his chest, yearning, looking for something the caeling couldn’t quite understand at first. it was almost as if was being pulled down with childe… or rather, as if he was desperately asking to be pulled up. aether looked back from his shoulder to his companion, surprise and confusion finding the answer to the silent puzzle in a pained expression. dark circles under his eyes, sickening pale skin, sweat dripping from his exposed torso. ah… he’d recognise those symptoms anywhere. night terrors.

ㅤㅤ“childe…” he calls, but he knows the other can’t listen, even if there’s no distance between their bodies. the embrace tightens, yet it does nothing to calm the harbinger’s frenetic breaths. aether caresses the hands around him, drawing circles and other figures against little freckles. he breathes in, then out, hoping that the motion would signal for tartaglia to do the same. it worked. good. “ajax.”

ㅤㅤhis response is but a throat-dried hum, but at least there was one. there’s a little relief in aether’s sigh—perhaps that’s why he cares not if he’s carried back to bed as if he was but a mere teddy bear. he’ll let childe have his way—just for today, though. sitting comfortably on his lap, the caeling lets the core of his chest emanate a comforting warmth to ease unquiet hands. breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. yes, there we go. blue eyes were finally opening up, focusing through the adrenaline-driven haze. a smile finally waltzes through aether’s tanned face like a golden comet. he leans back, just enough to plant a kiss on his cheek so his shoulders would relax.

ㅤㅤ“i’m here… let’s enjoy together.”

ㅤㅤthere’s urgency, there’s noise, there’s despair, out there, in fontaine. it looms over their heads, waiting to fall in a soul-crushing weight. everything that separated them from divine catastrophe was a thin, man-made glass. they both knew that. but just for today, there was no reason to dwell on prophetic nightmares—the only thing aether wanted to drown in was his kiss. so kiss they would. kissing they were. in urgency, in noise, in despair.

I HOPE THIS IS OK! concerned by how childe got bingo multiple times for this

are you eden's type ? || accepting

​​​─「エデン」─  " six bingos. that's surprisingly high. for a stranger, you sure know how to grab attention, don't you ? " the TRAILBLAZER was intrigued, if the way her golden hues glow slightly as she met his ocean hues didn't tell of that already. she could sense something within him, something powerful, violent, almost DESTRUCTIVE. while he didn't check the beautiful eyes box, she'd argue those sharp, deadly eyes of his was a sight to behold.

                " seeing as you are more than capable, how about a spar to get to know each other ? " the STELLARON inside of her was humming quietly. it was responding to a power. he wasn't lying when he ticked off the strong box. " what do you say, stranger ? "

@abyssin: pad of gloved fingers trace the edge of pale cheek and down to his chin, his touch tender as if holding precious porcelain. childe's leg sprawls on the chief justice's desk as the other swings like a lackadaisical metronome at the edge. a hum low in his throat, a smile ghosting over white lips. "lettie," childe rolls the endearment over his tongue with honey-like cadence with azure eyes gazing in almost affection. fingers catch neuvilette's chin in a gentle hold, then leaning in. the sovereign's lips are seasalt akin to the tang of oceans and beaches. his other hand moves to tuck white strands behind his ear, several locks straying to his fingers as he pulls away with a sly smile. "your hair looks like starlight."

         𝐢𝐭'𝐬   𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞   𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐚   𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲   𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞,   ginger   housecat   invading   his   space   -   the   11th   harbinger's   presence   not   so   much   of   a   nuisance   any   longer   as   a   mildly   entertaining   enigma.   taking   up   residence   upon   his   desk   has   made   it   difficult   for   the   chief   justice   to   do   his   work,   a   bit   cumbersome   for   him   to   write   -   for   when   he   did   so,   a   robe   clad   arm   constantly   brushed   against   his   companion's   thigh.   and   yet,   that   does   not   stop   him,   far   too   intently   focused   on   the   paper   before   him   even   in   this   waning   hour.   the   lull   of   the   harbinger's   moving   leg,   the   nearby   warmth   of   his   form...   they're   all   enough   to   relax   him,   so   that   normally   stiff   shoulders   have   loosened,   and   the   typical   coldness   of   his   features   drifting   away   from   apathy   to   open   warmth.   

         a   nickname,   fond   and   soft,   captures   his   attention   now,   and   the   iudex   glances   upwards,   vishap's   eyes   briefly   meeting   the   star   consuming   sea   only   a   moment   before   fingers   find   his   chin.   ❝   hm?   ❞   he   murmurs   reflexively,   even   more   open   curiosity   blooming   upon   ethereal   features   at   new   found   proximity.   when   childe   does   not   respond,   he   thinks   to   question   further   -   until   cool   lips   seek   his   own,   and   neuvillette   is   instantly   sighing.   

         hundreds   of   years   he   has   lived...   far   longer   than   the   young   warrior,   so   tainted   by   circumstance,   before   him.   and   yet   that   does   not   stop   him   from   sinking   into   the   sweet   kiss   with   a   quiver,   the   hand   that   had   once   been   holding   a   pin   now   resting   lightly   upon   the   11th's   thigh.   neuvillette   practically   sighs   in   his   mouth,   surely   interested   in   the   way   childe   also   tastes   of   the   sea   -   of   something   so   very   right   yet   also   so   very   wrong.   and   when   they   part,   it's   with   dissonance   upon   the   sovereign's   features,   a   flush   of   soft   blue   blooming   upon   his   cheeks   and   the   tips   of   pointed   ears.   

         ❝   i   suppose   that   means   yours   looks   like   what...   the   center   of   a   flame   ?   ❞   he   teases,   voice   soft   and   serene   as   the   grandfather   clock   on   the   adjacent   wall   ticks   away   at   the   hour,   ❝   you're   making   an   old   man   blush,   ajax.   i'm   sure   there's   a   law   against   that   somewhere.   ❞

Abyssin homeworld, The Outer Rim world of Byss was located in the Byss and Abyss system of The Slice. Mostly arid sphere that orbits twin suns in a figure-eight pattern. The Burning- the leg of Byss's orbit that carries it between the twin suns- is a grueling time when temperatures rise, weather is unpredictable, and sunlight scorches the entire planet.

Discovered between the Kymoodon Era and the Rianitus Period, Byss was largely ignored in galactic trade, its one substantial export being the Abyssin themselves as slaves. Located in space controlled by the Sith Empire during the Jedi Civil War, its space would be contested millennia later during the Clone Wars.

When the Galactic Empire annexed the world, the slave trade on the planet was free to flow. with the old sanctions of the Republic lifted. After the fall of the Empire, the New Republic liberated the world, though the system was invaded by the Yuuzhan Vong circa 27 ABY. As of 137 ABY, Byss was aligned with the Galactic Alliance Remnant.

Home to the one-eyed Abyssin, the planet circled the binary stars Byss and Abyss in an unusual figure-eight orbit. A hot and arid planet, temperatures on Byss reached their unbearable apex when the planet passed between its two suns, a nightless period called "The Burning.''

Much of the animal life of Byss either hibernated during the hottest part of Byss's year, or lived entirely underground. Byss's animals also evolved various systems to conserve water, such as the Abyssin ability to quickly regenerate from injuries to minimize blood loss. Most plant life on Byss utilized extensive taproots to extract underground water. One animal native to Byss was the gaunt.

A primitive tribal society, the Abyssin of Byss were known as violent and brutish and their planet was avoided by most beings in the civilized galaxy. On the arid planet of Byss, unstable resources did not allow for mass population growth or for the stabilization of a central government, economy or trade system. Existing simply in nomadic tribes, the Abyssin groups could and did interact peacefully with one another through trading, though only if both groups had plentiful water and food supplies. Otherwise, they began a 'Blooding', a brawl which ended only when one tribe's warriors were all killed, captured, or incapacitated. Warriors who survived a Blooding were usually allowed to join the winning tribe once they finished their regeneration. This tradition led to some violent incidents when spacers tried to trade with Abyssin tribes with scarce water resources, especially since the Abyssin assumed the alien traders could regenerate as quickly as they did. Elderly Abyssin lost these regenerative abilities, and either voluntarily exiled themselves to die in the desert or were ritually killed by their tribe.

Discovered during the Kymoodon Era by Arconan scouts hailing from the Galactic Republic, the Abyssin were greatly distrustful of the explorers when they attempted to create a dialogue with them. Rebuffing all attempts to establish relations with the Arcona, the Abyssin finally relented and the Arcona shared their desert survival techniques in order to establish trust and respect. While the Abyssin had no desire to leave their homeworld, the travelers who had heard of the planet's strong, vicious warriors flocked to acquire slaves. Rarely impacting the galactic political or economic climate, the Abyssin have fought on the side of the Republic and its opponents throughout the course of history. By the time of the Galactic Empire's rise to power, a number of Abyssin lived on Phaeda and Dubrava.

Abyssins are quick to anger, especially when taunted or otherwise insulted. They hardly ever need to show restraint and are well known for their quarrelsome nature. Abyssin society is primitive, and individuals show little interest in anything other than basic comforts. All Abyssins dislike space battles and blaster fire. Abyssin were sometimes referred to as "monocs", "cyclops", or "One-Eye". The Abyssin generally found these terms insulting, and would often react violently to them.

Abyssins are slightly hunched, hulking humanoids with long limbs, lank but muscular bodies, weathered skin, and a single slit-pupiled eye. The average Abyssin Adult stands about 2 meters or 6.6 feet tall.

Abyssin age at the following stages:

1 - 30 Child

31 - 65 Young Adult

66 - 150 Adult

151 - 220 Middle Age

221 - 300 Old

Examples of Names: Anami, Easym, Mador, Myo, Polcyc, Vomak.