Abraxas Bradford
Faceclaim: Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Species: Pure Nephilim
Age: 52
Status: Mafia leader. Not in the community
Family: Cornelia Bradford (Daughter with Aurelia Bradford) || Jonathan Bradford (Unknown Son with Aurelia Bradford) || Isaiah Bradford (Son with a One-Night-Stand) || Clarissa Bradford (Daughter with a One-Night-Stand)

TRIGGER WARNING

Abraxas was born in 1964, in Colombia; a place where everyone could do whatever they wanted to. A place where being in a gang is nothing but pride and being able to fight the others. To steal and kill just to get on a certain level. To be celebrated and be seen as a God of War. From the day he was born he was raised by his father, Rodrigo. But the gang would call Abraxas’ father the Sicario. A word which meant the truest form of a mercenary, a man who would kill anyone and anything for the sake of money. His father was the man who everyone feared; even his name was enough to freeze the blood in your veins.

His father Rodrigo had no last name. He knew nothing about his past and it was not discovered, not even by the Colombian mafia that his father was in; they tried to know everything just to know even a damn thing about Rodrigo. However the more they stuck their noses, the less information they got. But the moment the Mafia found about Rodrigo having a son, who was born only few days ago, his father had to make a deal with the Devil. He signed with the leader of Colombian mafia. Rodrigo never got a chance to meet the leader of the Mafia, he only knew that he had to work for him. Despite the fact that it was against his own will. Rodrigo and his past were buried along with his house which was burnt down by a Dragonkin. A species which were literally the spawn on the Devil. These demon-spawn killed Rodrigo’s family in front of his eyes. He was the only one who got a chance to survive; because he was saved by one Dragonkin, named Abraxas. He was just a child and yet it was the time he found out he was a pure blood Nephilim. A half-human half-angel. These people were sworn enemies of the Dragonkin: the species that were half-human and half-demons. And now it was the last time Rodrigo would see a Dragonkin saving him and yet killing the other members of his family. Rodrigo was a man who had no fear. After all, he was the member of the Colombian Mafia; the deadly sinners. But the day he signed a deal with the Devil; his past hunted him down.

He finally got a chance to meet the leader of Mafia. It was the same man who had saved him, a Dragonkin. He was the Devil who could rule Columbia with a snap of his fingers. The Devil now came to get what belonged to him: a life for life. He saved Rodrigo's life and now he wanted his son, who was only few days old. Rodrigo, being a Nephilim, knew he would fight his enemy and kill the spawn of the Devil, but there was a side to him that was as wicked as the Dragonkin himself; a trait and that was that Rodrigo would do anything to survive even if that meant giving up his own child. His son who was still a baby. Rodrigo for the first time in his life without thinking sold his son to the Dragonkin named Abraxas. Rodrigo did not care about what his wife will think he simply tore her apart in front of his son's eyes; and yet his son was still a baby but his memory will be forever buried deep down into his mind. He named his son after the Dragonkin that his son was now a prisoner to, Abraxas. Rodrigo also killed his own wife, another Nephilim.

For the first time a Nephilim had killed his own kind and sold his son just for the sake of him living. After the day he killed his wife; Rodrigo was killed by the same man who saved him; and the man who now held his son captive. Abraxas, the dragonkin had killed Rodrigo. The Dragonkin took Rodrigo's son to the Dragonkin's Villa, which seemed to the young boy like the gates of Hell placed on earth; a living Hell. Behind the closed gates of Hell, you could only hear screaming of people tortured by Dragonkins. It was now the time when the Devil won the fight and buried an Angel deep down into his very own gates of hell; making sure that the Angel will suffer even in the land of Death. It had been six months since Abraxas was sold to the Devil. The Dragonkin spent every night watching the young boy grow up so fast and yet the boy would never shed a tear. The Dragonkin was aware that the baby boy was pure blood Nephilim and the aura of the boy was nothing but annoying for the Dragonkin.

The Dragonkin was annoyed by his aura and annoyed by what he was. But above all the Dragonkin was pissed because the boy would never shed a tear of even scream. The Dragonkin was more than pissed; he would let the baby boy live 5 days without food or even drink water, let alone milk and juice. He did that all just to hear a scream rolling off from the Nephilim's lips. But nothing the boy was bold and yet he was sold. He was kept without food and milk and water for days; and yet he was a born survivor. He was a baby boy and he could not speak much; but the memory of his mother being ripped apart by his father was buried deep down into his memories.

The boy was starting to grow and he was starting to grow into a big nine year old and yet that was the time when his nightmares came to life. He was not aware of where he was but he could smell his enemy; the sworn enemy of his species; Dragonkins. He was 9 years old and he did not even know what he was and especially who this man was and he did not know the answer to his question on why he found this man and his aura so annoying when he was the one who raised him? He truly believed that this man was his real Father.

He realized only time could answer his questions. When he was matured enough to speak and query and stand for himself, he asked the dragonkin but it was a failed attempt and he remained a little boy the claws of the Devil. He did not spend his childhood playing around with the children; playing with boys. He would only watch from the window how children were happy and how they seem to enjoy every game they played. He did not play with the toys; because he was the toy. Every day. his so called "Father" would tie him up on the chair,and rip part of his flesh with a knife and he would only rub in salt to make the pain even worse. He was not allowed to scream, he was not allowed to cry and yet the Dragonkin would place him onto chair with spikes,just to smell his blood dropping down from the chair. He would throw a boy into a cold dark room with no food or anything; just Darkness and emptiness. Abraxas was the name of the boy; and yet the boy was only deep into his pain; not even having a power to scream or cry of even to think.

Every day of his life was nothing but a nightmare. Every time he would ask a Question about why his father was nothing but the person who would torture him till the day of his death, the only answer he would get was the slap of the whip onto his mouth. The Dragonkin tried to make sure that the boy never asked the same question again. But the nightmare did not end up there. Abraxas was now a young man of 15 years; ready to deal with anything in his life. He was tortured enough till the moment he could not feel pain at all. But the scars were not only written into his flesh but even in his mind. The pain he felt only made him enjoy others' misery, their pain. He became a sadistic teenager. Like the saying goes, ''Being with the Devil, until you became the Devil yourself."

The Dragonkin knew what game he was playing and yet not only did he torture the boy but he also was the one who would get him humans; so the Nephilim could kill them. Abraxas not only killed them but he also enjoyed every second of torturing them, tearing their hearts out. And now only 15 years old he got the chance to get out of the gates of Hell. But the thing about him was that memories from when he was just a few years old, still haunted hum. The very first day he stepped out of the Gates of Hell, something dragged him to a place. On reaching there, he saw a house burnt down and a few pictures inside the building with titles attached to them. Somehow he was curious not just about him being in that place but even the pictures. Seems like the Devil did not take care of everything. The moment he approached that burnr house, something seemed to scream out of that building and leap into his memory. It felt like a force, an energy trying to spur past memories that were hidden away in the deepest corners of his mind.

And now it was the moment when he held a picture of a man and woman; holding a baby. Seeing those faces on the picture, something snapped in his mind. He did not know what to think; he didn't even understand what he felt but knew that the sudden pain that had filled his mind, pain of the past opening up was the cause behind her mind's snapping. He was beyond annoyed, fuming at the memories that played in front of his mind's eye - His real father ripping his mother apart.... and the thing that crossed the line was seeing his father handing him over to the man; the Dragonkin, his captor. He needed answers and to get them, the boy went back to the Villa he would call 'Hell', just to find the answer to the millions of questions that filled his mind. He was determined to get them one way or another. The moment the boy entered the gates of the Villa, he knew he had stepped back into his own, personal hell. The Dragonkin knew he had to tell him what he was and what was happening to the young boy. Even though the dragonkin was older and stronger he knew the young lad was soon going to turn into a deadly nephilim, one who could actually kill him. The Dragonkin's torturous methods of reducing the boy's strength and keeping him in pain started again, unbeknownst of the fact that all the pain just made him stronger. The Dragonkin even got the boy into Mafia business and he showed him everything; how to think like them; how to move like them and most of all how to kill.

Abraxas got the answer to his questions. He found out that he was and still is a pure blood Naphilim; the enemy of a man who raised him. He found out about how his father sold him to the demon-child and killed his mother just so he could survive and how the Dragonkin that brought him in was also behind his father's murder days after he had murdered his mother. The Dragonkin knew that his boy was different now; he was a pure blood Nephilim, cursed however; cursed to be evil. Abraxas did not take too long to become pure evil; a little boy who despised the Devil now became the Devil himself. He wanted money and fame and power now. However, one night changed everything for him. The Dragonkin was exhausted and was sleeping in his room, although with one eye open.He knew the Angel-Child was soon going to become more powerful but he knew steps to control his power. However, what he did not know was that the dragonkin has turned the nephilim into one of them; a killer who has no mercy. Abraxas did not need too much effort to killl the dragonkin; he stabbed him with the stake through his heart ; but that was not enough for him to see him dead.

The moment he stabbed the Dragonkin; he opened his eyes for a few moments to gaze into Abraxas's orbs, and he could swear he saw something similar in his hues, that he could see in his own. Darkness. And moments later, the demon-child closed his eyes for eternity. Abraxas took his body off to the garden and instead of burying him, he chose to cremate him, watching the fire dance in front of him.And that night everything changed .

After few years he became the Mafia leader at 24 years. People feared him wherever he went. He was now just not a small mafia leader, he was the leader of the whole Columbian Mafia, all small gangs falling under him. He used his powers to get what he wanted and finally moved to American with his mafia. The members of his gang were well-educated so no one could recognize their dark selves; not even a tattoo to discover the Truth behind the closed doors. Doctors, Pollice Officers and even Teachers; they were all his gang members.

Abraxas enjoyed in his fame, money, and all places he owned. But yet it was not enough; he moved to New York, the city of sin. He took only few months to make his business and yet his gang was celebrated as the most dangerous and the most famous above them all; but they would always lie when it comes to Identity. They would use fake names, fake passports, just to get what they wanted.

He soon bought yet another casino to add to his collection; one of the most famous Casions in New York, and that is the place where he met his future wife. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his own life. She took his breath away. Lucky for him, she had fallen hard and fast for him too. It had been sometime since the two had gotten together when Abraxas decided that he wanted her completely, body and soul with him forever; he wanted her to be his wife. She married him only few days after and just after 3 months of marriage she was pregnant with his child.

The child, however, died hours after his birth, the couple only getting enough time to decide his name: Jonathan. It was after the loss of the heir to the Bradford Kingdom that Abraxas began to spiral downward, killing mercilessly and torturing endlessly. However, Aurelia soon announced that she was pregnant again but it didn't seem to bring Abraxas back in control of himself, even though he seemed happy. 

Although, their happiness was short lived as rumors travelled around the city that his wife was cheating on him with multiple men. Abraxas didn't even wish to know the truth from her and the anger was enough to wake his past demons. He wanted to rip her to shreds but waited for her to give birth to the child before he took a step against his wife. 9 months later she finally gave birth to a beautiful angel and named her Cornelia. Abraxas tried his best to control his rage but being near the child would just remind him of all the horrible things he had heard about his wife. Noises of things breaking and he and his wife screaming could be heard throughout the house and the neighborhood; his will to kill her becomings stronger day by day, but he could not kill her for some reason.However, one night he had almost taken a knife and tore his wife apart when his little angel walked in and somehow his heart melted. He couldn't kill her in front of the angel.

He slipped the knife back in his pocket and venture out into the streets, killing anyone who dare cross his path. However he planned to go home early. And once he had come back home early in the morning, he found out that his wife and the girl was gone. He searched through the whole city but obviously he was too late, they were gone. Few years after searching for them, his sources informed that the two had run away to Britain. And at that very moment pure evil took over his body. He didn't waste a single second and flew to Britain with his gang. He finally arrived and found them at one apartment where the two elusive girls were living but he did not find the angel, only the woman he was ashamed to call his wife. "Where is your daughter?" Abraxas asked his wife and in return, she glared at him, "She is your daughter too!" Laughing, Abraxas informed her about how he knew that little spawn wasn't his but the mother simply chuckled. "You are too easily manipulated, love. She is your daughter." Abraxas didn't believe her and instantly stabbed her stomach, killing her on the spot. He did not wait another minute and tore her heart out of her chest and took it with him in a glass jar, a smirk curling up his lips at the evilness that shone in his orbs. And in just a few hours they had left Britain, leaving no traces of the crime he had committed, behind him.

Her heart still lies in that jar on his table, safely preserved to remind him what she had done and how the woman had treated him, he needed revenge. He still did not give up on the child; apparently his daughter. He kept an eye on her, his sources tracing her for years giving him informations about her. She had joined the Cops and had become a detective. He learnt about how she had shifted to Evermore City and had gotten Harrison Chadwick as her detective partner. Abraxas had a long history with Harrison's father, Blake Chadwick and was also behind his murder, although he was never convicted. However, there was something pricking his innermost conscious and Abraxas realized he needed a DNA test to confirm whether Cornelia was his child or not. The results were different then what he was expecting It was a lie, all the rumors, everything; she was his own blood. However, instead of embracing her, he found herself fighting the urge to kill her. Cornelia was behind the conflicts that had aroused when his wife was pregnant and she was behind the two pair's escapade. Abraxas blames her and considers her the reason behind him killing his wife, the only person he had truly ever cared about and now he wanted to make her life as miserable as she had made his. He wanted to kill each and every person Cornelia ever cared about and wanted her to feel what he felt; an angel with the devil's soul

He started with killing Harrison Chadwick, right when he was out on a walk with his lover. He shot a bullet from a helicopter and flew away before the aftershocks could settle down, no one except his precious daughter, who was hellbent on sending him to prison, and the Junior Chadwick's lover, Leona came to know that he was behind the murder because he had sent her daughter a lovely message a bouquet of roses right after Harrison died, stating lovingly and affectionately how he had taken pleasure in killing her detective partner and informing her that now that he had gotten everything he had wanted from life, fame and money, he know aiming for one last thing and that was to make her daughter's life a living Hell.

Personality Traits

Intelligent - Adventurous - Confident - Skilled - Short-tempered
Ruthless - Manipulative - Sharp Tongued - Sarcastic - Egoistic - Sadictic