Alias: Traisen
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Physical:
Hair: None
Eyes: Black
Height: 6" 3"
Build: Heavily built and muscular, no fat
Unique characteristics: Unnaturally evil scowl
Personality: Abner, aka Traisen, owns a casino in downtown Renaldor. It's mostly a cover for his illegal operations within the city. He isn't a really big visionary and usually sticks to the quick jobs that get him cash.
Traisen has no heart, and it pleases him to see others in pain. His 'girls' are well paid but never given any status in his operation. One of them, Tiffy, is horribly in love with Traisen and does not leave his side. She's a bit more naive and seems innocent enough.
Traisen is cruel to her, but he keeps her around for luck and amusement.
Skills/superpowers: None
Short History: Traisen got an early start in crime. When he was seven, he joined a gang for protection, and he soon gained respect through his cruelty and brutality. He had a mind rarely seen among the low-lifes and went to college, mostly paying for it with stolen money. When he returned to his home city, he opened the first casino the city had seen. It boomed with success, and Traisen soon had many people in his debt. The Golden Diamond Casino remained open because the police have not been able to pin anything on Traisen and, if they could find something, the police force owes too much to punish him severely.
Past Story:
Traisen pet Tiffy's hair as if he were petting a dog. She huddled next to his chair, sitting on the floor, eyes wide as he spoke to the man before him. The room was richly decorated with tiger rugs and glittering jewel lamps.
The poor man stood shivering, clutching his crumpled cap in his tight, sweaty palms.
"I...I...I'll pay you back! Please! I have a wife! Kids!" he cried.
Traisen smiled, "Oh? Perhaps you can turn them over for payment."
The man froze in horror and Traisen laughed quietly, delighting in the pain that was evident on this poor man's face.
"You cannot help yourself, Mr. Smith," Traisen continued, "Addicted to gambling. Yet debts must be paid. Twenty thousand dollars is not a small amount."
The man fell on his knees, face to the floor, and wept.
Tiffy's frightened eyes darted from him to Traisen as she clutched the chair leg.
Traisen seemed to consider the man, then he snapped his fingers.
Mr. Smith looked up as two men entered the large doors in the back.
"You will pay, Mr Smith, or I will see your teenage daughter in my dance halls. You have one week."
He leaned back as the thugs pulled the man out, despite his anguished cries. He smiled down at Tiffy, she wasn't more then 16 but she stayed by his side. Though fear still emanated from her, she managed a smile for her idol.
"Tiffy, wasn't that a wonderful sight?" he asked, knowing she would not agree, but wanted to please him anyway.
She nodded, gulping at the misery that seemed to rise to her throat, "Anything you think is wonderful must be, Traiyee!"
He let his head fall back and he laughed. Life could not be better!