Heavy footsteps are heard by few, and felt by all. Abaddon, with his raven black hair, bloodred eyes, and brooding figure. He stretched his neck, as the bones under his skin snapped in place. He did the same with his knuckles. He grumbled something, as he took off his leather jacket, revealing a dark red t-shirt, tight against his rippling muscles. He approached the enemy, fearless and intimidating.