Name: Abington Rosewood Gordon
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Gang: East, Obsidian Knights
Appearance:
Abington is 5'6". Contrary to what people expect of a fighter under the banner of the Obsidian Knights, her frame is thin and lanky rather than sturdy and muscular. While she is strong, her body has a scholar's build rather than a fighter.
She has green-blue eyes with warm dark-brown hair. Her hair is usually worn in a messy bun, for she refuses to cut her hair to short lengths. Several obvious scars are crisscrossed on her body, which she takes great efforts to cover up with clothes. It's not common for Abington to strip down when in the presence of others. She also has a diagonal scar slashed across her left eye.
Casual wear and field wear is typically the same for Abington. Often heading out either by order or because she's bored feeling safe, her get up are grey-black fatigues and an over cloak that matches the fatigues she wears. The hood is deep enough to cover her face in shadows. The pattern of her fatigues may also change depending on where she's sent.
On the rare chance Abington is seen outside her fatigues, she wears jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a jacket thrown over.
Weapons:
Personality:
The concepts of mercy and justice is foreign to Abington. She believes that the strongest and smartest survived while those that couldn't cut it were selected out. While she considers capable enough to live in the current state of the world, she doesn't actively brag about it. She's quiet. Always studying what others around her are doing. If needed, she'll make a point by subtle means rather than outright aggression. More than one way exists on how to topple the mightiest of giants. It need not only be from the sharpest of spears but that of the most insidious festering corruption from within.
Abington does care about her comrades however. If they were capable to survive, they were an asset. They would help make the hunt in D.C. easier as she picked targets away from afar. While she does't have an emotional attachment to her fellows, she has a practical attachment. Everyone has a purpose in her eyes. Carry out said purpose, and they'd survive. Fail to, however, and death was a sure eventuality. There are rare individuals who are exceptions to this default defense thought mechanism.
Biography:
Living outside the protection of being in a gang, Abington grew up in raider group outside D.C. Uncommon as it was for raiders to raise child, they made an exception for her. Using a child to lure out survivors, she was often the bait that sent dozens to their deaths by her 'benefactors'. At first, it was a terrifying truth that quickly turned to a pragmatism in how she would eventually come to see the world. The great war was the catalyst to the immoral creatures humanity had become. She realized either assimilate or die. Those were the two choice given to all.
As Abington grew older, she had an affinity for walking silent and observing while being unobserved. Gnat, the raider that led her group, took advantage of this. She would be his eyes and ears when planning an ambush for other raiders or survivors. He even had her pick some off in exchange for earning her keep among the raiders. Because of the drive to survive, whatever the costs, she accomplished them if it resulted in her belly being filled for the night.
Life continued, as if it were on repeat. Kill, sleep, eat. Abington was content with that life.
Then she discovered the locket.
When Gnat and some of the others were out on a raid, Abington rummaged through Gnat's things. She was convinced the 23 year old bastard stole something of hers when she was out on a raid. Figuring the leader was nearing the age where the virus would take him, it probably didn't matter if a few pieces of stim sticks were missing from his bag. Stim sticks he took from her.
Abington found the stims, but she also found something else. A locket that held a picture of a young girl. She couldn't reason out how she knew, but the picture of that girl was her. Underneath the picture was her name scribbled out in neat cursive. Not just Abington, the name Gnat supposedly gave her, but a middle and a last name. She was a somebody, not a nobody like Gnat had said. She meant to someone somewhere, not simply a tool to be used.
That night she had killed many after learning what her 'family' had done to her real one.
Wandering on her own for a time, Abington continued to kill and steal to survive. It was only after arriving in D.C. did she run into the power struggle between four large gang factions. After hunting members of the Obsidian Knights, she was about to kill them before the members were ambushed by another gang. About to leave the scene instead, she extended a rare mercy and took out opposing gang members with a rifle she found on her wanders.
When the fight was over, more belonging to the Obsidian Knights circled her position. Instead of killing her like she thought they would, they offered her a place within their gang. Tentative to join at first, Abington was tired of being alone. Though she didn't trust people nor needed them, there was something comforting about being a part of something that called to her. So she joined. However, she made it a promise to herself to leave if they proved compromising to her well-being.
Like Gnat's dead group, she was the eyes and ears for the knights. However, this time, she didn't kill defenseless survivors. She fought other gangs. Individuals who had the means and the drive to kill if need be.
Like in one of the books she came across, she was like a ghost. A ghost tethered to the living, taking lives not for amusement nor for the amusement of others. She was a ghost. A ghost seeking nothing but chasing something.
Other:
Abington has a stim addiction. The rush taken from stim sticks allows her to feel something albeit temporarily. If she doesn't get her stims, her quiet behavior morphs into a violent, belligerent individual.
She has a love for dogs. While she doesn't have a problem being rude to other people, she makes it a problem if someone harms a canine.
Abington doesn't like sharing her full name with anyone. To her, it's a personal treasure. Something that anchored back to a past she can't remember.