ABIGAIL EZORA
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Full Name: Abigail Tiahna Ezora
Super Hero/Villain Name: None
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Occupation: Pharmacological Researcher
Team Affiliation: None
General Appearance: By all outward appearances, Abigail is at death's door. She has a very thin figure, close to emaciated, though she hides it behind clothes a size too big for her. If she were to stand up from her wheelchair, she'd stand at around average height, 5'4. Her skin is completely pale, with a soft green tint to it, a clear sign of her condition, as well as the veins being a little more visible in certain areas than most. Her face is rather full, with chocolate brown eyes hiding under her deep red hair that tends to fall down from it's ponytail in loose strands. More often than not, she wears soft, easy to get on clothes like hoodies and sweaters.
Personality: At her core, Abi is a truly hedonistic and sadistic individual, treating other people like they’re toys to play with whenever and however she likes. She can be prone to fits of anger, blood/sexual lust, and self absorbed behaviour, much like an adult with all the inhibition of a child, not caring who she tramples over and traumatizes as long as she is happy and has what she wants. Part of her enjoyment at making people suffer and kneel under her comes from a small nagging sense of inferiority stemming from her condition, which has severely limited her physical activities. Despite this limitation, she makes up for it by being a total bookworm and geek, she loves movies and tv, not to mention videogames, name it and she's probably played or seen it. On the other end of that spectrum though, what would normally disgust or shock others would instead fascinate her, she could watch torture sessions or study the psyche's of psychopaths with a disturbing amount of enthusiasm or interest if she were so inclined.
In public, she projects the image of your average everyday gal, keeping some of her less murderous personality traits out in the open to make things a bit more bearable. She’s easygoing most of the time, but is perfectly capable of professionalism when it's called for. She's impeccably polite too when she's not being more than a little mischievous, and makes no secret of her love for tacos when she’s actually in the mood to eat. Her more detached nature lets her adjust these personality traits according to each person she meets, adapting to each new personality in a way that allows her to easily ingratiate herself with them. Outside of actually killing people, she's a complete adrenaline junkie, she'll do anything for that thrill, regardless of the danger and the fact that it burns up her energy faster than normal.
Weaknesses:
Abigail's strong mind comes from her desire to not let her physical weakness control her; she was born with Hypochromic Anaemia which, in layman's terms, is an illness that severely limits the flow of oxygen in her body. Symptoms include extreme fatigue, paleness of the skin (to the point that it seems a little green, hence the nickname "green fever"), headaches, and a practically non-existent appetite. As a result, she needs daily shots every few hours to keep herself at a level where she can even function, and she periodically forces herself to feed to try and keep her weight up. The combined symptoms confine her to a wheelchair most of the time, though she is perfectly capable of walking when she needs to. As a result, whenever she needs heavy lifting done, she needs to rely on her grandfather, whom is much more physically able than her, or whatever hired help she has at the time.
In addition to her body's flaws, whenever she goes a long time without killing somebody or when she's really ticked off, Abi can become grumpy, start to throw tantrums and get violent with those around her, something that's bad to do when you;re trying to maintain a cover of a normal working girl. Speaking of her cover she relies on it a great deal to provide her with resources and money to fund her own pursuits, so whenever she sees something that may threaten her cover, she will go to extreme lengths to protect it, sometimes losing sight of what she's doing and unintentionally shooting herself in the foot. Also, like a child and their favorite toy, if she sets her mind on something or someone, she refuses to give up on getting it until she loses interest or gets her hands on it, which can sometimes bite her in the ass.
Abilities: She holds near encyclopedic knowledge of human anatomy. It is detailed enough that she can identify key points on the body that can be used to incapacitate, paralyse, even kill, which greatly helps when you need to deal with someone quickly and can't perform a great deal of physical activity.
Her knowledge on the body's chemical processes makes her even more dangerous as this allows her to use a wide range of chemicals to also aid her activities, knowing of several compounds that can achieve her ends. As a woman whom cannot physically get very far, she has a number of hideouts set up all over Hell's Kitchen and Midtown, her two main areas of operation. With these hideouts, she can quite easily get in and out of danger in a timely fashion. Barring that, she has also memorized the maps to those area's sewer tunnels and can use them to make a quick getaway, though she prefers not to out of fear of the Warlocks living down there.
As a woman possessed of an extraordinary mind and detached nature, she is very adept at understanding and manipulating the human condition to her ends. If she spends some time with you, she will get to know you rather intimately and if she can, will manipulate you to whatever end she needs or wants.
Weapons: She has a Silenced Beretta 92FS holstered inside her wheelchair that's unregistered, good for when a target is tougher than she thinks and needs to be put out quickly. She also carries another gun, a rare Boberg XR9-S, registered with a permit (after all, cute little girl that can barely get around's gotta protect herself). Her hideouts hide a whole assortment of torture tools, knives, scalpels, hammers etc. and she prefers a medical scalpel hidden in her wheelchair when she's taking her prey down.
Born in Metro General, Abi spent the first few hours of her existence fighting for life after being born prematurely, the doctors quickly diagnosing her anaemia a few days after. She spent most of her childhood either with a teacher or parent watching her, or in a wheelchair, which always annoyed her. What made it worse was the fact that the babies and even some other parents either stayed away from her or mocked her for her appearance, calling her a vampire or a freak.
Despite the abuse levied against her, she never let it get her down. In fact, as soon as she was old enough to swing her fists, a lot of kids started hitting the ground despite her near total lack of energy. She often got into trouble because of her violent tendencies, but her family always seemed to ignore that, unable to see past her illness. The only one that didn’t treat her like a twig was her grandfather, whom she connected the most with, to the point of inseparability. He recognized fully her anger, and not only encouraged it, but taught her how to hide it too so she could get ahead in life.
Hiding all the anger and resentment she felt toward those she saw as weak and useless and condescending, she soon started to advance through school quicker than most. By the time she left, she had far exceeded most of her classmates, but she had also near buried all that rage and bloodlust, much to her grandfather’s dismay. This all changed a few days after her graduation, when she was looking over offers from colleges…
In the dead of night, a man came to her and dragged her away, kicking and screaming, into the bowels of New York’s warehouse district. She woke to find herself in a cold room made of stone, ziptied to a radiator, gagged and unable to get free. Desperate to escape, and feeling her energy drain away even as the adrenaline burned through her veins, she felt around and scrambled her feet to find something to use against her attackers. Oddly enough, as she searched, she noted that whilst she could definitely feel the fear, part of her couldn’t help but smile and laugh at the whole situation, almost as if she were...excited. Thankfully she didn’t have very far to look as, not mere feet away from her hands, she felt something sharp and metal over her fingers.
Holding it tight in her fingers, she was about to cut herself free before a resounding crash bounced through the halls. This one noise was followed by another, and another, soon becoming a cavalcade of screams, things crashing, gunshots, and what she could swear were the sounds of bones breaking. Soon enough, a thug burst into the room, part of his head trickling crimson blood intertwined with sweat, looking like he’d gone 12 rounds with Mike Tyson after insulting his mother.
He moved to release her, quickly cutting the bond loose, but in that single sweet second he let his guard down, Abi lunged forward. She struck the man with a jagged piece of glass, penetrating his lung, causing him to fall back. The last thing he saw was Abi, kneeling over him, smiling wide in what felt like a deep euphoria for her. It wasn’t until she saw him die that she too collapsed, her energy finally just gone, but she was happy to see a dark crimson figure with horns over her as she passed out. She woke up in the hospital later on, her grandfather by her side. He was quick to reveal that he was the one whom orchestrated the kidnapping, not for money or sadistic reasons, but because he wanted to teach Abi something.
She confessed to him how blissful she seemed to become as she slaughtered that thug, gutted him like a sweet and salty fish. He told her that he had also felt the same way in his youth, still did, that when he was young, he took up the guise of a serial killer operating in and around New Orleans. To him, killing was akin to anger management, stress relief, even just plain old fun, and he felt supreme disappointment when his children showed no sign of that.
Abi, on the other hand...she had the mind of a killer, the heart of a monster that could do whatever she felt like to others for the sheer fun of it, and he loved her more than anything for it. He wanted to take her under his lead, to show her how to be the kind of person she truly wanted without suffering the repercussions, not only because she was a kindred spirit, but because she could help him relive the days of his youth.
Somehow, throughout the whole explanation, Abi just sat and listened, captivated by the thought of killing being in one’s blood, thinking back to that thug and the delicious look on his face as his lungs filled with water and blood...she couldn’t deny such a thing, much as she wanted...it was bliss, her calling. Even if it went against everything society taught her, she couldn’t care less, she agreed on the spot, and from that day on, she’s never looked back at her old life.
After she got out, she went through college without incident whilst her grandfather taught her the tactics, the value of subtlety, how to maintain her cover while she did her thing in the shadows. Eventually, she found herself with a job in Fisk Corps Pharmacology Division, devoting all of her time to the studies they did there whilst, in secret, studying her own condition and using the resources of her lab to try and find a cure. Outside of work, she took her training and her grandfather, and set out to become someone else...something else...
Other Information:In her dreams, it was always the same old tired, beautiful, scenario. She was in her lab, an IV Drip suckling on her arm like it normally did on the rare occasion she had to use her own blood for her research and not one of her 'volunteers'. The sight of the half dead blood cells through the microscope, like deflated balloons, it always felt as if she was looking at a message from beyond, the universe's "F&*@ you"brought to you by Stark Industries. She would test reaction after reaction, each new hypothesis a complete failure like so many times before...except one. That single, solitary moment when she saw the balloons inflate, the grey and green sparking into life and become the same vibrant red as the rest of her body, and she knew then, that she had finally found her salvation, her savior. Her world started to shift, distort, shake into a new place...
She was on a beach, her skin, it was...it was so colourful, so peachy, so alive! She could feel the energy buzzing through her like electricity, her every sense sharpened; crisp, clear eyes, ears that could hear for miles, a nose that let the salty and sweet scent of nearby pretzels combs through it's nostrils. The sand was warm, nipping at her feet, she had to move, to run, to fly! and she did, she shot forward, pushing her feet as far forward as she could, the wind slapping her in the face and running through her hair with each step. It felt so free, so ungodly beautiful...but it wasn't real. She started to slow slow down as she thought softly to herself...how did she get here? She was in her lab a moment ago. Her world started to shake again as her logic made things go still, the realization kicking in once more, wiping the smile from her face as she saw darkness return.
She stirred softly in her sleep, the shaking not stopping and threatening to throw her off the bed. Her arm lashed out and tried to swat away whatever it was, only to meet someone's face. Her eyes slowly creaked open, her brain barely awake enough to comprehend this, and she was met with a gorgeous sight. She sighed softly with relief; it was just the girl trying to get away, nothing to worry about, as long as she was tied to bed and had that gag in her mouth, she was helpless to get away. Mind you, she couldn't blame her for wanting out; a random stranger burst into her house and tied her to a bed after chloroforming her, anyone would want answers, but still, she needed a safe haven after her prey got away an her house was the closest thing she could get to in that short amount of time.
Abigail tried to move, her body stiff and wooden from the shared space, but after a few moments she was able to pull herself up and next to the bedside table. She quickly took a syringe out of her coat pocket, lying conveniently next to the bed, and shot herself with her meds before coming up and on to her feet.
"Grandad!?" She called out shakily, leaning against the wall for support. Seconds later, the door opened wide and the tall, dark skinned and well built form of Abi Grandfather, Lorenzo, stepped in, glancing back and forth between Abi and the captive on the bed.
"She give you much trouble?" He asked as he wrapped Abi's arm around his neck and helped her to the chair. Abi shook her head, slipping her green sweater back on.
"Nope, Chloroform lasted most of the night, barely moved when I slipped in next to her" She said, creaking her neck left and right. She hated being waite on by her Grandad, but she couldn't turn down the help either, her meds hadn't kicked in yet and she needed help down the porch's stairs.
"I would've preferred there be no one in there with me at all, but it's her fault for buying a crappy couch...she was warm though, like a teddy bear" She added off hand.
Whatever Lorenzo was about to say was cut off by a sudden ringing, buzzing Abi's side and forcing a small giggle from her.
"My day job beckons" She exclaimed, picking up the phone. It was just Ralph, her supervisor, same old schlock as before,
'we need this project done!' 'Mr Fisk demands results!' Ugh, give me a break. She never doubted the project's importance, but that little troll's rants were getting more annoying, of course Fisk wanted results, he was the Kingpin! When did he not want them...well, it was rumored he was the Kingpin, there was nothing concrete, but she always believed it, one doesn't get that rich honestly.
"Sure thing Mr Zwicky" She replied, her happy voice almost robotic in it's rehearsed delivery. She quickly put away the phone and gathered up her things that were scattered around the room, taking the scalpel out of her bag.
"Grandad, go mop up your mess, I'll take care of in here" She ordered, wheeling around to the girl. Poor thing, you could tell she'd been crying since waking up, the mascara and make up was running all down her cheeks...still, what had to be done!
"Sorry hun, gotta go, my day job is calling, but if it's any consolation, I really don't wanna do this, your face is too cute, but still, you gotta do what you gotta do" She muttered softly in an almost motherly way
The last thing the young girl felt was something cold and metal slicing through her chin and through her brain stem...
Are you a returning member? Yes
Other Claimed Characters:Time Knight, Dr Strange
