aspirations: to keep putting some money in his pocket and a roof over his head
fears: dying and being forgotten, fully losing the respect of his family
hobbies: cooking, puzzles
pet-peeves: killjoys
bad habits: frivolous spending, short-lived investments of his time and interest
likes: sweets, good music, good company
dislikes: people who take themselves too serious, cops, rules
typecast.
moral alignment: chaotic good - acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he's kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations.
vices: gluttony
element: fire
hogwarts house: gryffindor
divergent faction: dauntless
sin: greed
virtue: charity
biography.
Abraxus is a first-generation Egyptian-American who thanked his lucky stars every day that he has full American citizenship rather than being a DREAMer like so many of his childhood friends were. He is well aware that he would have more than likely fucked that up for himself by this point in his life. After all, it wasn’t like he was the picture of success like his younger sister was shaping up to be. Rax didn’t have it in him to follow any path that was straight and narrow. It seemed that any time anything in his life was going right, he had to veer left before he had a taste of anything close to stability.
He couldn’t even blame it on a fucked up childhood. Sure, his parents were strict and religious, but they weren’t hateful nor distant. He knew that they loved him and knew that he could show up on their doorstep any day, even now, and they would welcome him in with open arms. No, Rax had no one to blame but himself.
To be honest, he thrived in chaos. He attracted people from both the ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ crowd like he was a homing beacon. He is known to be dynamic, charismatic, and someone that you could listen to for hours and walk away feeling like only minutes had passed and you were already missing the sound of his voice. Rax got off on that in some way. He thrived in chaos and it was almost as if he drew his energy from the undivided attention of others, negative or positive, it didn’t matter.
He left his family home in Vegas for college in LA, knowing full well that he wasn’t cut out for it. The only reason Rax had good grades was that high school had come easy to him. His record was already marred by office referrals and suspensions, but it had only taken an in-person interview to get his foot in the door at UCLA. He lasted one whole semester, and that in itself was a miracle. After breaking the news to his parents and hating every second of it, Rax threw his hat into the LA music scene in hopes of just being able to keep the shitty apartment he shared with four other young guys and put some food in his belly.
His mother begged him to come home, but Abraxus was well-received by local venues and started to make a bit of money faster than even he had expected. It was enough to convince his ma he would be okay, but not enough to satisfy his hunger. Instead of putting his nose to the grindstone and saving up, Abraxus blew the money he had quicker than he could earn it. All it took was another regular musician to tell him about a fast and easy B&E job for him to get hooked on the rush and fast money that came from quick crime.
Now, Abraxus works officially as a small-time musician playing bars and clubs up and down California, but on the side, he accepts random jobs that he knows he could never let his parents hear about.
