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After about 6 redesigns I'm finally happy with this character's final look. The hard part was trying to portray a level of disconnect without it being too over the top, like, messy but not to a degree where it was slovenly, sort of like he's busy doing a job that not a lot of people would necessarily understand. Anyway, I'm happy with Abdeil, formerly Azmaveth.
I promise there's a narrative here.
Here's a juicy song that's reminiscent of a revolver loading and is just a fitting theme song.

Name: Abdiel Abraham

Born: Sana'a Yemen

Hometown: Salem Massachusetts

Occupation: Unemployed (Former Police Officer)

Submit to the call

"To abandon all humanity, and peel back the veil of what is tangible, peering deep into the unforgiving darkness and to see something, that is power disguised as madness". These were the last words Abdiel would hear from his father. as he and his mother fled the burning archaeological camp outside the city of Sana'a in Yemen.

Mara, his mother, ran for what seemed like an eternity with young Abdiel in her arms, fire and fear saturated the night air; it made for pitiful first memories. Their pursuers, although human, made abominable bone-chilling screeches, and kept in chase with animalistic fervor, their eyes rolled back into their sockets, mouths twisted and skin split and blistered from severe burns that made them seem more like walking charcoal than people. "Give us the vessel! Submit to the call! The King in Yellow! Will rise from black!"

First Incident

"What's this suppose to be Abdiel!", Mara stood over her son, clutched in her hand was crayon drawing, typical of a primary school child; depicted was a house with two figures one small and one tall with long wavy hair, and next to them a tall, grotesque, yellow silhouette. "What is this? Who told you about this!" Abdiel spoke in between tears and gasps for breath, "I don't know! I just seen't that- the teacher said draw a picture of your family and I just seen't that I don't know!" Mara's eyes widened in fear, she proceeded to tear out the yellow figure from the drawing and immediately incinerated it on the kitchen stove- She'd regain her composure after that, but when she went back to check on her son, his eye's were glazed over and expression blank, "The King in Yellow, will rise from black..." That's when she struck him, hard enough to knock lose a baby tooth and strewn blood across the floor.

Contact

5:47 a.m. Friday,
How long has it been, I wonder. Just a little over two years, I think, mom didn't take the new's too well when she found out I changed majors and decided to go onto a police academy. I'd been meaning to call her, I even went ahead and got some stationary and figured I write to her, she's old fashioned like that. Oh well, if she was really worried about me she'd give me a call, right? "Wait, no." I didn't give her my number, I'm not even sure if she's still in the old house. Went by there like a year ago, didn't look like anyone was home or been home for a long time. "She didn't even try to let me know." Maybe it's my own fault. I was eager to get out of there. "Maybe, I'll try and give her a call later this week or maybe... I'll try tomorrow." I had my reasons, and I guess she had her own for being the way she was. Today's the day, I'm officially an officer. So excited. I guess this will be my last entry, pages are almost used up. Two left. Heard it was bad luck to fill a journal from beginning to end.

10:15 p.m. Saturday
Long day, very long day, orientation went like I thought it would. Thought a lot about yesterday. Decided to call mom, surprised the old house number still worked. It was nice to hear from her. She didn't sound too well though, a lot of coughing. I'll visit her tomorrow after work. "What was it that she said? Oh, yeah." Mom asked me something strange, she asked if I'd been seeing a lot of yellow, weird, said I wasn't. "But that's not true at all is it." The thing is, most of my clothing has something yellow on it. Buy a new jacket before heading over there? No, I'll just go in my uniform, it'll be a nice surprise I think.

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To be continued...

Description
After about 6 redesigns I'm finally happy with this character's final look. The hard part was trying to portray a level of disconnect without it being too over the top, like, messy but not to a degree where it was slovenly, sort of like he's busy doing a job that not a lot of people would necessarily understand. Anyway, I'm happy with Abdeil, formerly Azmaveth.
I promise there's a narrative here.
Here's a juicy song that's reminiscent of a revolver loading and is just a fitting theme song.

Name: Abdiel Abraham

Born: Sana'a Yemen

Hometown: Salem Massachusetts

Occupation: Unemployed (Former Police Officer)

Submit to the call

"To abandon all humanity, and peel back the veil of what is tangible, peering deep into the unforgiving darkness and to see something, that is power disguised as madness". These were the last words Abdiel would hear from his father. as he and his mother fled the burning archaeological camp outside the city of Sana'a in Yemen.

Mara, his mother, ran for what seemed like an eternity with young Abdiel in her arms, fire and fear saturated the night air; it made for pitiful first memories. Their pursuers, although human, made abominable bone-chilling screeches, and kept in chase with animalistic fervor, their eyes rolled back into their sockets, mouths twisted and skin split and blistered from severe burns that made them seem more like walking charcoal than people. "Give us the vessel! Submit to the call! The King in Yellow! Will rise from black!"

First Incident

"What's this suppose to be Abdiel!", Mara stood over her son, clutched in her hand was crayon drawing, typical of a primary school child; depicted was a house with two figures one small and one tall with long wavy hair, and next to them a tall, grotesque, yellow silhouette. "What is this? Who told you about this!" Abdiel spoke in between tears and gasps for breath, "I don't know! I just seen't that- the teacher said draw a picture of your family and I just seen't that I don't know!" Mara's eyes widened in fear, she proceeded to tear out the yellow figure from the drawing and immediately incinerated it on the kitchen stove- She'd regain her composure after that, but when she went back to check on her son, his eye's were glazed over and expression blank, "The King in Yellow, will rise from black..." That's when she struck him, hard enough to knock lose a baby tooth and strewn blood across the floor.

Contact

5:47 a.m. Friday,
How long has it been, I wonder. Just a little over two years, I think, mom didn't take the new's too well when she found out I changed majors and decided to go onto a police academy. I'd been meaning to call her, I even went ahead and got some stationary and figured I write to her, she's old fashioned like that. Oh well, if she was really worried about me she'd give me a call, right? "Wait, no." I didn't give her my number, I'm not even sure if she's still in the old house. Went by there like a year ago, didn't look like anyone was home or been home for a long time. "She didn't even try to let me know." Maybe it's my own fault. I was eager to get out of there. "Maybe, I'll try and give her a call later this week or maybe... I'll try tomorrow." I had my reasons, and I guess she had her own for being the way she was. Today's the day, I'm officially an officer. So excited. I guess this will be my last entry, pages are almost used up. Two left. Heard it was bad luck to fill a journal from beginning to end.

10:15 p.m. Saturday
Long day, very long day, orientation went like I thought it would. Thought a lot about yesterday. Decided to call mom, surprised the old house number still worked. It was nice to hear from her. She didn't sound too well though, a lot of coughing. I'll visit her tomorrow after work. "What was it that she said? Oh, yeah." Mom asked me something strange, she asked if I'd been seeing a lot of yellow, weird, said I wasn't. "But that's not true at all is it." The thing is, most of my clothing has something yellow on it. Buy a new jacket before heading over there? No, I'll just go in my uniform, it'll be a nice surprise I think.

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T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵T̸h̵e̸ ̵Y̷e̴l̴l̸o̵w̶ ̷K̵i̸n̴g̸,̸ ̶w̶i̵l̶l̷ ̷r̵i̶s̵e̸ ̸f̴r̵o̸m̵ ̷b̸l̴a̷c̷k̵

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