Abioye "Nkosana"

[Amdru Fish]

†Abioye “Nkosana” †

What I’m Made Of

Candles On My Cake:;
4059

My Height:;
6’5

My Weight:;
200

So I’m A:;
Male

My Deepest Secret:;
Triste

Behind The Walls

Dear Diary:;
Abioye was born as the illegitimate son of a witchdoctor before 1000BC, in Africa, somewhere below Egypt along the coastal regions. His tribe had highly advanced ideas about those called “creatures of the night” and therefore had customary rituals and dark practices to be rid of them. Abioye’s name was a joke on his actual status, because he was not born with wealth but with scorn. Determined to be strong Abioye began to master those arts his father never had been able to grasp, arts which could kill, slay, maim, and destroy the lamia and those they created. He also hunted the wolf people from time to time. At the age of thirty, when he had finally gathered all he could know from his village about his magic, Abioye stopped aging. People began to revere him as a god come down to earth. He was willing to use this influence to gain him further knowledge and prestige. By the time was a hundred, he’d taken over the throne of Kush. However, as the civilization next to Kush prospered, and their king became a Christian Abioye left his kingdom to travel the world hunting down lamia. As the years passed by Abioye became an expert in the game of hunt, as well as a person knowledgeable in more than just the triste form of magic and destruction.

This Is Me:;
Abioye is often very grave, he feels as if he has a lot of responsibility on his shoulder to kill those who would take the life blood of others. On the other hand, he can be grandfatherly in that he loves to poor adoration on small children, and basically act like an old man. Part of this is because he is old, but part of this is because as a child he never got affection often, thus delights in helping to build up others. It became a part of his strength to act wisely without being rash

I Crave:;
*The song of the mocking bird
*The sound of the drums
*Classical music
*Turbans
*Weapons made of silver
*Books (the old, hard to understand kind)
*Traditional tribal dancing
*Wine

I Despise:;
*Lamia
*Spoiled humans
* Cheese
*The waste of life
*Metal buildings
*Arrogance
*Disrespectful attitudes

I Thrive On:;
Shadow manipulation—a form of illusion to confuse the prey, it can also suffocate humans (to other creatures it just makes it a little hard for them to breathe, thus helping him mask his scent)

I Flee From:;
Poison, mushrooms, extremely sharp objects….the anointed kinds.