Post by Abe Sapien on Jun 14, 2013 12:08:58 GMT -7
ABE SAPIEN
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◊ FULL NAME: Langdon Everett Caul but also known as Abraham Sapien
◊ CODENAME: Blue; retired but will still answer to it
◊ GENDER: Male
◊ RACE: Icthyo Sapien
◊ AGE: Though he looks and feels to be a man in his mid 30’s, his estimated age is closer to 237 years, give or take a year.
◊ APPEARANCE: At first glance, it is easy to see that Abraham stands out amongst the normal agent and that’s not just because of his tallness. Standing at an elegant height of 6’4 and weighing in a little less than 160 lbs, Abe has a slender build accentuated by his narrow shoulders and elongated arms and legs. His skin seems to be stretched across his frame ever so slightly defining the muscles that define his arms, legs and stomach. As a cold blooded creature, Abe’s skin has a cool touch to it and always has the faint slickness of fish scales no matter how wet or dry he is. A myriad of blues and greens, his flesh is dominantly a sea blue with darker stripes reminiscent of a tiger shark cascade from the top of his head and eventually fade all the way down to his feet. The crown of his head is decorated in varying “wiggles” of lighter blue as if light is being reflected through water. From the front of his neck down to his hips and thighs his blue skin pales to an off white spotted with little freckles of dark blue.
Small salmon and silver colored dorsal fins adorn the back of Abraham’s neck and upper back, the back of his arms, hips and legs and act as little stabilizers when he’s swimming but he also uses them to help in the sharp turns he makes underwater, acting as rudders and basic protection against other water creatures looking to take a bite out of him. Abraham’s head is distinctly egg-shaped, from his brow to his jaw it curves inward leaving the man with high set cheekbones. His eyes are alien looking, almond shaped, and curve up at the corners where two distinct blue stripes cross over them. Though it appears he doesn’t have a nose, two oval nostrils mark the otherwise flat section. His mouth is an odd shade of pink, small and shaped in a way that appears as if he is always frowning. His hands, while vaguely human fashioned, are decorated by long sharp claws that have a hint of purple and blue as if one sees the blood running beneath them. His palms are the same off white as his belly and has forgone fingerprints for various ridges and suction cups. A thin membrane stretches between each finger and mirrors the membrane beneath his arms and between his toes.
Abe is not without his own scars and though he is relatively free of the larger ones, he has a few across his back and chest that have faded over the years. He carries the smell of the ocean on him, despite living in a tank in the Bureau. Not entirely fishy but rather the smell of salt water and open winds with just a faint sulfuric aftertaste that’s associated with his enjoyment of rotten eggs. He has seen enough of his blood to last a lifetime but whenever it’s spilled it is a strange blue hue and has a habit of oozing rather then pouring from his injuries. As a man without the ability to express his emotions through limited facial movement, Abraham has turned to the rest of his body to convey his thoughts, emotions and feelings.
◊ ATTIRE: Over the years, Abraham’s clothing has evolved. Though he still prefers the comfortable spandex or leather shorts that hug his nearly non-existent hips, he has adopted a sense of modesty for his position. He still wears his shorts and remains barefoot as often as he is able, but he has added linen shirts and the occasional vest to his look. White and long sleeved, Abe rolls them up to his elbow and leaves a few buttons undone to avoid rubbing against his gills. His vests are tailored to his slim frame and often various colors and patterns. He has no real fashion sense but enjoys jewel-toned colors best. He wears large contact lenses that help keep his eyes moisturized. He also wears a blue and green stone bead bracelet his son made him, the length wrapping several times around his wrist.
Though he has retired from fieldwork, he still has a collection of dry suits and will don them as needed. Much like a wetsuit, it was designed to seal in moisture and keep his body temperature at an even level. It covers his entire body, leaving only his hands, feet and head exposed. Along his shoulders, back and front are little valves where water can be pumped into it if needed. His goggles are held it place simply by a suctioning affect, when in place they are filled with water to keep his eyes from drying out. His shoes and gloves are made of the same material to keep everything maintained. His regulation field belt has been hung up and within the Bureau, Abe doesn’t adorn himself with any form of weapon.
◊ FACE CLAIM: Doug Jones
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◊ AFFILIATION: BPRD
◊ PROFESSION: BPRD Director
◊ PERSONALITY: Abraham has always been a quiet and gentle soul and though the last few decades have been harsh and cruel, it has never once dimmed his light. He is a contemplative and peaceful man, taking stride in the occasional friendly and unfriendly name calling and finger pointing. There is an understanding he has come to that the weird will always be viewed differently. Call it a passive approach, but he is infinitely patient and the mediator between fights. His humor is odd, sprinkled occasionally with light sarcasm and unless you really know the fishman, the teasing can be easily overlooked. Abe's an easy man to approach, despite his supernatural appearance, who warmly receives everyone like long lost family. He is not one to judge as it is not his place. He readily gives out fatherly advice and comfort, offers to help in any way he can, and genuinely enjoys talking and working with his fellow men and women. His good nature seems to be naturally born, there doesn’t seem to be a mean bone in the man and it’s not in his spirit to hate. He can dislike and has done so in the past but his view on hate has never proved to be beneficial. Nothing good ever comes from hatred. Morally just, he holds his family and friends in high regards in the choices they have been faced with.
Highly intelligent, his smarts have come from both experience and the countless books he has read since he came to be and he has a healthy appetite for it. There are few that can rival him in brainpower or having a knack for organization and order, even amongst the chaos. He takes great pride in his work and, though he knows when it’s time to quit for the night, the yearning to learn more never wanes. A workaholic to the extreme and though his body will never show physical signs of fatigue such as dark circles under his eyes or careworn lines, the proof is in his quiet stubbornness. He works tirelessly, having boundless energy to focus and buckle down. Unfortunately, it works against him and he will often be found asleep in his office instead of his room. Abraham enjoys the simple things in life, a tank to sleep in, a book to cozy up with and the perfectly aged rotten egg. He is easily a man that can be absorbed in a puzzle, mulling over the intricate details while listening to classical music. Abraham does have his dislikes, as few and far as they are, he does not enjoy sushi for obvious reasons. He still believes wars can be fought not with bloodshed but peaceful negotiations; violence is never the key. However he is not so careless or oblivious to consider others share his thoughts. How other agents handle affairs, he is prone to lightly scold or give a disapproving looks.
His own strength and resolve has been put to the test time and time again; his ultimate challenge being filling the shoes of a man he had always admired. Abraham has humbly taken on the role of Director with Frankie at his side. It was a struggle in the beginning for a man being used to standing in the dark, but Frankie’s natural leadership helped shape him and he followed, taking on the ability to lead with equal gusto. To make matters even more difficult, he had his dearly loved and missed late brother and sister in law’s infant twins under his care. He raised Trevor and Maggie to the best of his ability, never shying away from letting them know who their parents were. He flourished with the new prospect of protecting his family and friends and though it has been a struggle to differentiate with between his heart and head, he is as being a kind but strict Director, never one to raise his voice or throw insults, his door always open no matter the time to listen to anyone who needs an open ear. He balances Frankie’s harsher attitude while she keeps him from falling prey to puppy dog eyes.
There isn’t a person within the Bureau safety zone who doesn’t know of the preternatural Directors and rarely does Abe let a soul pass without meeting them in person and welcoming them. Many, however, are not privy to the private life of Abraham Sapien and know of his relationship with the Queen. Abraham has always loved Nuala since the moment he saw her walking down the stairs in the troll market. It was an instant kinship, an unspoken bond that would last till the end of time. With no memory of his past life, she filled buried desires no book could fill and a bewildering affection grew into a cherished and passionate life that brought two beautiful children into the world. He loves and adores his family and his heart has always been unfairly split between his bureau family and them. It is a sacrifice he has silently endured over the decades and a struggle to maintain both halves of his life with grace and civility.
◊ ABILITIES: Abraham possesses psychometry, the ability to touch a person or object and gleam viable information from them. Due to his unique frontal lobe, Abraham is naturally gifted with this ability but has had to learn like everyone else to maintain and master it. With over fifty years to do so, he is able to push deep and far to the point where it’s become second nature. He is able to see, hear and even smell the memories that come attached and they roll out like a home movie. Abraham cannot affect the memories nor interact, he is merely a spectator on the sideline. His touch telepathy is a tie in to his psychometry, bordering on an empathic touch. He can merely sense how a person is feeling, physically and mentally. Abe usually will not read a person’s mind on a moral standpoint but if coerced into it, it is more of a stronger empathic feel. For example, if someone were to direct their hate at something in particular, Abraham would not be able to hear the “I hate so and so” but rather feel the emotion of hate directing itself at a certain area.
He isn’t a fishman for nothing; with his mutation have come with a few physical modifications such as being able to breath underwater, possessing both a set of gills and human lungs. He is able to breath fresh and salt water with ease. His unnerving eyes make up with the ability to see in the dark, though it has been mainly used for murky waters. Abe has a streamlined body built for swimming with little rudder fins along his back, arms and legs that help steer him with little movement. His body is extremely strong, able to withstand underwater pressures of 2,000 feet by matching the density of surrounding water. To help combat the strain his body can go through, he has a higher cartilage to bone ratio, allowing a chitin like fusion of toughness and resiliency. He also has a redundant circulatory system, allowing him the ease of withstanding the cold waters of the ocean.
Naturally flexible, a lifetime in water does tend to help and though the bones within his body are dense, he is capable of achieving gymnast-like feats. The fins on his body act as rudders, allowing him to swim and steer with little body movement. Like fish, he has a sensory receptors called lateral line system that allows him to sense currents, vibrations and movement around him. Normally for water use, Abe has adapted it to his daily life on dry land. His digestive system is able to break down the unconventional food and process it much more finely then a normal human.
◊ SKILLS: As a man devoured by literature, one would think it’s the other way around, Abraham has amassed an extensive knowledge of the paranormal from the simple childhood faerie tales to the more arcane and less known fables. List off a myth and Abe usually knows a detail or two about it. Reading over four books a day, Abraham is well read and educated all around history buff; he has taken a fancy to recently focusing his attention on the pre Ragnarök Middle Ages and gothic architecture. Like the paranormal, Abraham has dabbled in a little of everything having the time, energy, and resources at his fingertips in the past. Today, it is a little hard to find literature that hasn’t been destroyed in the war, but what has been salvaged has been lovingly cared for.
Abraham has had to learn in a short amount of time how to lead. He has always been the one that remained in the shadows and out of the limelight but greatness was thrust upon him and instead of buckling, he stood strong and open, finding he had the traits for it. He knows his way around the Bureau medical bay and has been called forth on more then one occasion to perform an emergency medical surgery and examination when Dr. Foster has been out in the field. He was usually the one patching up his brother Red when the big lug came wandering in. Abe is equipped in basic first aid and CPR certified though he prefers the use of instruments and a sterile room, he can in a pinch work out in the field with his surroundings. He speaks fluent French, German, Russian and Latin as well as several fae languages, speaking Troll and several dialects of the Elven tongue and understanding faerie and dwarven. He is currently learning Cantonese, Icelandic and goblin. An incredible swimmer, while he is naturally built for it Abraham has kept himself in top physical condition and can put an Olympic swimmer at a disadvantage.
Though Abe prefers to fight his battles with civilized conversations, he has adapted the art of Capoeira into his past teachings. It is a Brazilian form of martial arts that is mostly associated to being played out to music. It is distinguished by its fluid acrobatic play, feints, and extensive use of sweeps, kicks, and head butts. He has also incorporated the less frequently used techniques of elbow strikes, slaps, punches, and body throws. In addition to his skirmish talents, Abe is a fairly decent marksman with his handgun.
◊ WEAKNESSES: Though Abraham posses gills he does also have a secondary set of lungs he uses for regular air breathing. He has learned through years of practice to use the normally unaccustomed human lungs but in times of high stress, Abe has reverted back to gills and his breathing can become labored and intense. His psychometric abilities stop at looking, he cannot change or alter what he sees unless he can physically chance the future by going about something differently. However, this has proven disastrous in the past and Abe is not one to mess with the future. It is the same with a person’s mind, he can merely look but never touch. Abe’s non-human blood makes it impossible to find a donor and thus he runs a high risk every time he’s injured and loses excess blood.
◊ EQUIPMENT: He may on occasion have a pocketknife but it is rare for him to actually have any sort of weapon. He keeps candy in his pockets for the children of the Bureau and occasional a knapsack filled with excess paperwork and books he can’t carry in his hands.
◊ RESIDENCE: Abraham resides on base and has a simple study and bedroom just down the hall from his office. More library than actual bedroom, it was once the late Professor Broom’s and Abe hasn’t done much to it except add a large water tank for sleeping in. It connects to his office and has a labyrinth of waterway systems throughout the Bureau, hidden behind floors, ceilings and walls. His room is nicely furnished with old refurbished furniture, two easy chairs sit next to a now defunct fireplace but the ambiance is nice. A growing pile of books resides next to the one that Abe often sits in. Family photos line the fireplace mantle. A king sized bed with lush bedding rests in the far corner opposite of his tank, untouched and unused. Bookshelves take up any extra space, crammed with books of all sorts. The room is decorated in warm wood tones and browns. His study is just off to the right where it’s a scaled down version of his office, he has a smaller desk and bookshelves galore and though Abe’s office and bedroom is tidy, his study looks as though a tornado went through it.
◊ FAMILY: Queen Nuala (soul mate, living), Princess Oona (daughter, living), Prince Abrachim (son, living), Trevor Bruttenholm (nephew, living), Maggie Bruttenholm (niece, living), Riordan Silverlance (nephew, living) and a slew of bureau agents and civilians.
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◊ HISTORY: Abraham Sapien was born Langdon Everett Caul, a normal pink skinned human in Charlottesville Virginia during the Victorian era. Though he never grew up on a plantation like many assumed, he was still brought up in the agrarian life of the South. As the youngest son of a wealthy family that made their fortune in running trade ships along the East coast and Canada, he was expected to grow up and excel in several masculine qualities and virtues such as hunting, horseback riding and business. However to his family’s dissatisfaction, mostly his father's, Langdon spent his time doing various odd thing such as growing mushrooms in the cellar and catching fish and turtles on the family estate.
At the age of ten, Langdon started a journal to place a mixture of his thoughts, observations of the plant and animal life on his property, and occasional poetry. He filled his first journal before the end of the month and from there it grew into a steadily climbing library of his thoughts. When he turned twelve, his father found the journals and, discouraged, brought them to his mother to convince her that he should be sent away to work on one of their family ships. The boy’s father called it "learning through difficulty" through various manly activities, and the icing on the cake was when he called his son names. Langdon never forgave his father.
Caul was taken aboard a ship run by a man named Edward Henry. With no children of his own, he took a liking to the boy and for over the next seven years Langdon accompanied him on various trading seasons and during the dry seasons, boarded with Edward and his wife. The couple allowed the boy to explore and indulge in his science excursions and his return to studying zoo and biology. Jean-Baptiste Lamarck, the French scientist, became a avid role model for Caul whom followed his evolutionary theories. When the young wife of Edward became pregnant in 1815, Caul bid his good friends adieu and returned home. Sadly, during his time on the sea, the years had not been as kind to his family. Two of his brothers passed while the third had been gravely injured and lost his leg to gangrene and his strong father had whittled away to an old man. Upon his return, Langdon’s father begged him to stay and take over the family business, but the young lad had fallen in love with the sea and still remained ever hopeful of pursuing his scientific interests.
In the summer of 1816, Langdon left Virginia to travel the Eastern seaboard where, much like he did with Edward, worked during the trading seasons. Missing his good friend, he traveled to the man’s home after several months at sea but only to discover the man had been lost at sea and his wife had died in childbirth. Heartbroken at being bereft of the only family he knew, Langdon set his sights for New York and signed up to become a deckhand on a ship run by the British merchant whaler Elihu Cavendish. Unlike his former captain and good friend Henry, Elihu was rough, cruel and demanding. He was a man that kept to himself even on his ship and though his men respected him, they would whisper behind back on numerous ongoings and rumors of black magic, especially when Elihu would vanish off port with odd and strange men and return with various packages.
As the years wore on, Caul rose steadily through the ranks. He deemed that if he kept his nose out of the captain's business and worked hard, he could gain the man’s trust. Ultimately his journal gave way to his inner thoughts of accepting Elihu’s detachment as affection and uncertainty that the man truly liked him. True to form, Langdon eventually became Cavendish’s personal secretary. Caul sailed under the captain for sixteen years and though they were never friends, their relationship was more of a kinship of the love of sea and stories that Elihu would share, usually while drunk. In March of 1833, during his usual bout of drunkenness the captain revealed his secret collection of strange paraphernalia of charms and carvings that he amassed over the years. One of his most prized possessions was a single parchment of paper that was inscribed with a ancient text that neither man could decipher. Cavendish spoke of strange creatures, secret ceremonies and a race older then Man itself whose secrets were buried in the Artic.
Though Langdon found the captain’s ranting difficult to believe, the thought of a prehuman race fascinated him and for several days he had dreams of vivid ancient races and cities beneath the sea and hidden by the polar icecaps. Despite the fact that Cavendish had shared these secrets, he couldn’t go to the man after he sobered up. He became increasingly paranoid and unstable, even to go so far as accusing Caul of sneaking into his cabin and snooping around. Caul naturally denied the allegations and stayed as far as he could away from the captain until Elihu brought his ship into port on the coast of England a month later. Caul immediately left with no plans to return and instead of boarding another ship, he decided to remain in England to further his scientific endeavors in an attempt to “better understand the workings of the vast stage we call the world.” In London he made friends with a man named Gideon Mantell, a British doctor and fossil hunter. He also befriended several other notable scientists involved in the recovery and exploration of extinct species. Langdon was utterly fascinated by the idea of evolution, that life in earth came from the sea instead of the childhood lessons of God.
His research caught the eye of a Dr. Norman Netaunt, a well established member of the Oannes Society, who invited Langdon to a conference outside of Oxford in July of 1834. The Oannes Society was a small but highly exclusive collection of diverse men dedicated to the exploration of lost and unheard of civilizations under the ocean. Caul was delighted that he had found people of his interest since the day he turned twelve and was ushered out his home. He hoped to create a brotherly bond with the Oannes Society after nearly thirty-six years of isolated research and was sworn into the society months later in Paris. He spent eight years studying and traveling the world with his new-found brothers. Though small, the society was well funded and had access to the most advanced technology of their day. When Caul’s father died in 1845, he left his entire state to him, which he promptly sold, including the family business, and donated nearly all of it to the Oannes Society to further their studies.
In the early 1850’s the Oannes Society established a permanent base of operations and Langdon settled down in Littleport, Rhode Island to build a home. The home was designed by specially drafted blueprints and instructions of the society and the entire operation took over eight years to complete and the remainder of Caul’s fortune. Strangely, he was instructed that all work was to be done by foreign works, mainly French. During the construction, he oversaw most of it but took periodical trips to England, France, and Australia on Oannes business. One specific trip remained in his memory where he visited London and was witness to a living Egyptian mummy. Once the house was finished in 1861, Caul decided it was time to marry and due to his accumulated wealth and eccentric tendencies perceived by the local families, he courted and married a beautiful and sensitive girl named Edith Howard from Littleport.
However, Langdon was not a man to be settled and marriage didn’t change his commitment and loyalty to the society. Edith hardly saw her husband and often wrote to her family about his strange foreign visitors, frequent travels and studies. She even went as far as to tell them about unnatural experiments and locked doors within her own home. Her family worried about their daughter’s outlandish claims, they sent a doctor to evaluate her and he diagnosed her with a mild form of hysteria and prescribed bed rest and lithium. Langdon did his best to stay closer to home to look after his wife, but it wasn’t long before a new discovery drew him away. He left home again in 1865 after receiving several letters. He promised his beloved wife that after this trip, he would remain home for good. Sadly, he had been gone a little more then a month before his distraught wife threw herself into the sea. Her body was never found.
Caul never learned of his wife’s death as days before he had discovered a egg-like artifact on a dive to explore and study underwater ruins. He brought it back with him and to a secret laboratory in the subbasement of the St. Trinian’s Hospital in Washington DC. On April 4th, 1865 Langdon and four of his society brothers attempted to make contact with the entity inside the egg via a séance. They slipped into a synchronized trance like state and during the ritual, four of them unconsciously wrote in an ancient language while Caul was briefly possessed by the entity. When the four men awoke, the egg crumbled to dust and Caul fell unconscious when another strange entity merged with him. When he didn’t awake his coma and instead began to transform into a amphibious fish man, his society brothers dubbed him “Icthyo Sapien” and moved him into a tank of water for further studies. However on the 14th they were forced to flee America due to their society's connection with the assassination of President Lincoln. The basement was sealed with the promise that they would return when it was safe. A few days later, several foreign men were observed by neighbors and reported to have removed several boxes of the man’s belongings. When Edith’s family tried to claim the property, they were denied as specified by his will. He had left his entire state to an Alexandre Gasquet, a French weapons manufacture who left the house empty.
The hidden tank that housed Langdon remained so until the year of 1978, more than a hundred years later. November marked the cold months and when a pipe froze and busted, plumbers were sent down to fix it, and upon their arrival they discovered the secret hidden room that housed the now fully transformed amphibious Langdon. Their only clue to the unconscious but still alive man was a yellowed piece of paper that was taped to the front of the glass tank. It read “Icthyo Sapien – April 14th, 1865”. Fishman, tank and all was transported to the BPRD headquarters in New Jersey for further testing while the plumbers that found him were paid for their silence. The scientists that studied him gave him the nickname Abe Sapien due to the date on his tank being the exact date of President Lincoln's assassination.
Abe remained unresponsive to various tests and attempts to awaken him until scientists used electrical stimulation as a last step measure before they would dissect him. It worked and the man was revived, but was forced to remain in his tank and would have remained as a test subject if Hellboy hadn’t intervened. Abraham was overall healthy, if a bit disorientated, and responded quickly to human contact, particularly Hellboy and despite having no memory of his past life, he was able to converse with others in perfect English. Like a babe, he took to learning about the new world quickly and with it came the discovery of new-found abilities. His first psychometric flash was when he touched his first paranormal text and the scratching of a quill against paper, the heady smell of ink, and the inner monologue of a female’s voice as she wrote, detailing the accounts of vampiric attacks on her little town and the women that would vanish. It was both frightening and fascinating but the scholar from his past could not be entirely forgotten and it awoke a hunger to learn in him.
He formed a friendship with Hellboy and Liz, a brotherly affection towards them both and it was a kinship that would last the ages. Professor Broom became a mentor and teacher and though he wasn’t quite a fatherly figure, it was a respected relationship, one of gratitude and warmth. Along with his touch telepathic abilities, Abe’s aquatic amenities aided him and were a talent that would serve well in the field. It was Hellboy that convinced the good Professor to allow the fishman on some of the simpler assignments. His first assignment was to investigate a wrecked ship off the coast of Spain, but disaster struck and several agents lost their lives. However, Abraham had proven his worth and was made a full agent several months following. Over the years his participation on missions increased and, on several occasions, he fielded a mission on his own. The Bureau had become his home and refuge and, for a while, life was simple and good.
Then, Grigori Rasputin walked into their lives. From the shadowed memories of Broom and Hellboy, the mad monk and his followers turned the Bureau upside down in attempt to gain the power of Red’s stone-hand to release a hell upon the earth. They lost the professor and Abraham was injured fiercely in the line of the duty. He was ambushed by Sammael creatures while retrieving several eggs of the beast would have lost his life if it hadn’t been for the quick rescue of agents. He spent weeks recouping and missed out in the big fight to save his brother and the world, but the stories and memories he had been given were plenty. The relationship between his good friends Liz and Hellboy had grown and strengthened to the love that he knew they had for each other.
As soon as he was well enough to get around on his own, Abe fell back into his old routine. He was perfectly content as the brains of the Bureau, the one remained behind while everyone dove ahead for a little part of the action. That is until he met the Princess. Suddenly, he was thrust into the same scenario as his brother Red with Liz, the new awkward feelings confusing and a little frightening. What he wanted to do and was suppose to do muddled together. With Hellboy backing him up, they managed to persuade their own commanding leader Johann Krauss to offer the princess amnesty at their bureau while they contended with her brother. Fishman and princess shared the same gifts and through the short time they spent with each other, it was easy to see their affections for one another.
When Nuada came for his sister and nearly killed his brother Red, Abraham was the one to find the last remaining hidden crown piece. He selfishly hid it away from his fellow agents and returned it to the prince in order to spare Nuala’s life and free her. He was ultimately tricked and with a newly healed Hellboy, the two princes fought each other and though the battle was great, it was Nuada who was victorious. The Golden Army reigned their unholy terror upon the world, relentless and without emotion. He fled with Nuala and the others back to America and their bureau. Hellboy and the Bureau raised a counterattack, Abraham staying behind to watch over Liz and Nuala. He grew close to the princess, taking it upon him self to protect her.
When the Golden Army breached the east coast, they wiped out everything in their path, their sight set on the BPRD. Evacuation was imminent and Abe was ordered to fly out of there with the remaining agents. Manning stayed behind and Abe knew, drawing a hand to his shoulder. No words were said and he escorted Liz to the awaiting plane, the brief lingering touch whispered of Kate Corrigan’s sacrifice. When Nuala refused to board, Abraham argued that he would protect her. She had to stay for her people and told them they would see each other again. With a chaste kiss atop her brow, he let her go. It would be one of many hardships he would face.
Abe helped lead everyone to the old base in Colorado to regroup what was left of their dwindling agents. Nuada’s war waged savagely across the states, his army a tidal wave of destruction. It felt hopeless to see an end and watched Hellboy wander the halls like a caged beast, struggling with his decision. He knew what he was going to do and begged his brother for his wife, for his children, if there was ever a man to listen to, it was the man who could foresee the future. Abraham would always remember the conversation between them, Red’s plea to know if there was any other way, both knowing there wasn’t. Abe wouldn’t let him fight alone, staying by his side as they traveled to Russia to release an unspeakable beast of horror. The memories of all that transpired months, years ago was fresh and raw, vivid and as painful as the healed wounds across his chest.
He stood beside him every step of the way to the second Hellboy collapsed, the battle won, and they were victorious with a sorrowful cost. Hellboy, Anung un Rama, no matter what he was called, was his brother, the man who resurrected him from an endless sleep and saved him. Abraham promised he would watch over Liz and his children and they would know all the good their father did.
What was left of their agents were escorted safely by an army of Nuala’s people back to their Colorado base and he took comfort knowing that she was safe and wondered if he would ever truly see her again. Abraham dreaded every second, every step that took him closer to the medical center, how could he tell his sister of her husband’s sacrifice and how would their children would grow up without father? He saw Dr. Foster standing the doorway, stopping him from entering with a slight raise of his hand as he tried to find words. Tabby, looking hollow eyed and tired, nudged him aside to let Abe pass. He couldn’t. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there until Tabby took his arm, gently leading him and he was walking forward toward his sister’s body and he collapsed to his knees beside her, reaching out to touch her face. To touch the dead would make Abe see their death through their eyes, and he closed his eyes before brushing his lips across her forehead and steeled himself. As he stood back, he peeled off his gloves, holding his hands out for Foster and Tabby take. "Show me," he said. He had to know. The keening wail of a baby in the next room tore his attention from them and he looked back at the doctor and Tabby, saw their love, and he patted Xavier’s shoulder and drew Tabby into a hug, knowing they did everything they could.
Not trusting his voice, he nodded his thanks and quietly slipped away to the infant’s room. They shared a medical bed surrounded by pillows and blankets, the base not equipped for a nursery. Upon first glimpse of the twins, so tiny and perfect, Abe sank into the nearby chair and covered his face with his hands, shoulders shaking silently. He asked if he could hold them and with a little maneuvering, the twins were placed in his arms. He didn’t notice when Foster and Tabby slipped away, his attention latched onto the two small bundles in his arms, fascinated by how tiny their fingers were, how chubby Magdalena had turned out, the black mop of hair Trevor already had. He startled when the first tear dropped atop Trevor’s brow and his face scrunched up. The second landed lower and he turned to try and shield him, only for the third and fourth to pat softly along Magdalena’s mouth.
He was exhausted physically and mentally and was most certain he fractured his ankle in the heat of battle a week back, the burning limp a reminder. He lost the rest of his family in the war, their deaths a searing memory that would never fade and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in a dark room and sleep forever. Trevor’s stuttering cry made him realize he couldn’t lose himself, he had to keep moving forward. For their sake, for the men and women who survived the war of worlds and now needed a future to look forward to. He decided that day, the bureau would be rebuilt.
People began trickling in and he offered shelter and sanctuary to all those who needed it. In exchange, they offered their services and gifts. Abraham was faced with the added challenge of raising his brother’s children and though he faced hell itself, he couldn’t help the overwhelming sense of fear. He didn’t know a thing about babies, but with help of others, Abe felt confident he could do this. Along side Frankie, the Bureau was rebuilt and it was a sense of healing. Between the twins and the base, he had little time to dwell on the sadness. Connections were made between the BPRD and the growing kingdom of Nuala, who had become a kind and graceful Queen and ruler of Elfland. His thoughts often drifted to her and wondered what their life would have been like if things turned out differently. He wanted to share his life with her, but with the passing of his family and friends, the rebuilding of the Bureau, and the responsibility of two infants, he sorrowfully remained quiet.
As the years passed, the twins grew and Abe was certain if he had hair, it would have fallen out by now. The Bureau was flourishing, order was being restored and allies were strong. The BPRD had a strong pair of Directors leading them, Abe occasionally accepting diplomatic missions to Nuala’s kingdom in person and seeing her again, sharing quiet evenings together, he knew he was not strong enough to keep himself away from his beloved. His heart would always belong to the woman he loved and the love they shared brought two beautiful children into the world. He shared Frankie’s pain about the final battle, understanding the moment he brushed against her accidentally. There was no need for words, there was never a need for them. Though he wishes to unite his family some day, Abe remains determined and strong to protect them from Nuada’s growing regiment and bring peace to a war torn world.
