Abe Milton
Sept 3, 2012 1:44:30 GMT -5
Post by Abe Milton on Sept 3, 2012 1:44:30 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Abraham Mendel Milton
Nicknames: Friends call him "Abe."
Age: 49
Orientation: Comfortably Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Restaurant owner
Powers: Food Transmutation
The ability to change any plate of food into appearing to be something else. However, this affects the appearance only. The actual taste will be reduced to something similar to oatmeal. So while a bowl of pasta might appear to be changed into a beautiful cake, the taste will be of something utterly bland. Side effects include nausea, lack of hunger, and a craving for spicy and flavorful food. Symptoms intensify each time the ability is used.
Play By: Scott Cohen
The Details
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark hazel
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? One of the FBI seal, very small, on his shoulder. The words "Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity" are written below it.
Any Scars? A rather nasty one on his left knee.
General Appearance:
Abraham's somewhat nondescript features never caused much of a fuss. He has long black hair that he keeps combed back because it always looked better than anything else he tried. In spite of time spent in the sun, he remains fairly pale. His eyebrows are thick, and make his dark eyes seemed more intense than they really are. He's tall and relatively slim, which is surprising due to the amount of food he eats (he blames his good metabolism and tendency to run around making sure everything is just so). Much to his dismay, things are beginning to sag and wrinkle a little, and he's put on a bit of weight recently. However, he still maintains some of his muscle tone from his time at the FBI.
His clothes tend to be subdued. He likes darker colors and doesn't wear anything light. He's more likely to be found in black than anything else. He also doesn't go for anything too formal. His suits all have a shabby appearance, and definitely aren't showy. Other than that, he's as normal as they come: about six foot one in height and shrinking (unfortunately), and other than carrying a plain wooden cane around periodically, he's pretty unremarkable.
Personality:
Abraham has been called a statue before. He's also been called a human icicle. He's been told he's cold, emotionally unavailable and difficult. Stubborn, distrusting--the list never seems to end. But he'd say it's not that he's really like that; it's just that people don't understand him. And this is somewhat true. He's pretty cold, and distant definitely sums up his attitude. It's not that he's not friendly. He's extremely polite and can turn on the charm if he needs to (and is willing to make jokes with customers, of course), but one tends to get the sense that he doesn't engage in things. You could know him for years without actually understanding him. The distrust issues are also valid. Until you've proven your ability and worth, he tends not to confide. Too many years doing surveillance for the FBI has taught him that no one is who they seem to be. He tends to keep most personal relationships pretty casual these days as well.
He's patient and, in spite of his lack of faith in the rest of humanity, kind. He hires mostly students and people who need a job, not worrying too much about training. He works at soup kitchen on weekends and tries to look out for his friends when he can.
He's somewhat conservative. He follows Kosher and goes to the synagogue every Saturday. However, he likes trying new foods, and will continue making and remaking them until he has it right--just like he does with every other task.
Your Vices
Likes:
People
Food
80s Rock
Cats
Coffee
Baking
Walking
Low Crime Rates
Good customer service
Good restaurant reviews
Dislikes:
Dirty things
Hairless cats (what's the point?)
Sirens
Physical Therapy
Pork
Too much cheese
Hospitals (he'll deal, but he's not a huge fan)
Semi-automatics
Bad restaurant reviews
Customer complaints
Strengths:
Cooking
Shooting
Calm in a crisis
Baking
Mathematics
Listening
Weaknesses:
Trusting issues
Needs things extremely clean
Tends to underreact
Limps due to a busted knee
Avoids conflict
Can't garden to save his life
Fears: Burning things
Going out of business.
Secret: Likes the color yellow
Family Ties
Father: Oz Milton (79) - Bakery Owner
Mother: Esther Milton (76) - Bakery Owner
Siblings: Leah Milton (49) - sister - Bakery Owner
Maya Parker (nee Milton) (44) - sister - Dental Hygienist
Any Other Important People:Amber Milton (nee Smith) - Nurse - Wife (deceased)
History
Leah and Abraham were born to Oz and Esther Milton in 1963, who ran a small Jewish bakery in New York. They were a normal family, as far as they went. Esther and Oz were traditional Jews who had fled from Poland with their parents in World War II, coming to America, where things were better. When Leah and Abraham were small, their parents lectured on how lucky they were to be in the States, where religious persecution didn’t exist and they could be whatever they chose to be. Abraham would nod and listen with a serious face, while Leah would ask if that meant she didn’t have to get up at five in the morning to help with the baking—as they lived in a free country and all. Her parents always cuffed her on the ear, told her to go back to work, and be more like her brother Abraham.
The Miltons lived well, although they were hard workers. From the time the children were five, they were expected to help out in the bakery. Mostly they helped with the cooking or the stocking in the back. Abraham, who proved to be good with numbers, wound up helping his father with the books while Esther and Maya were their mother’s guinea pigs for new recipes. Hardly a moment went by without their mother calling them over to ask them to try this, now there’s a good dear. The Miltons had worked in the food industry for generations, and knew most of the ins and outs. To Esther and Oz’s pleasure, both Leah and Abraham proved to have the cooking ability as well. Maya, however, wasn’t ever interested, and preferred to go to the movies with her friends or hang out with the cute neighbor boys rather than helping out with the bakery. But the business and the religion created a rhythm for all their lives: the waking up early, the closing on the Sabbath, and the old recipes like challah and hamantashen. Leah loved it. She loved taking the spares of what they baked for lunch and dealing them out to their friends. Abraham wasn’t so sure. He probably would’ve ended up going along with it had something a little odd not happened when he was twelve years old. One day, customers began coming in complaining that the food they’d been handed didn’t taste like anything, or wasn’t what they ordered. And finally, when Abraham got a little experimental, one customer came in claiming his croissant looked like it had tentacles. That was about the point the recruiter from Hammel came, and Abraham was carted away to learn how to control his ability.
This was a good thing for him. For one, he discovered that although he wasn’t too fond of baking, he did enjoy cooking and enjoyed staying in the kitchen, learning how to cook different things. He also discovered a love for science and mathematics and began taking more advanced courses. His power wasn’t that difficult to manage, being neither powerful nor particularly useful, and he graduated at eighteen with the rest of his classmates and enrolled in the University of New York. At his parents’ suggestion, he wound up studying accounting and getting his CPA to help his father with the books in the bakery. However, on the side, he took criminology classes. He found the subject fascinating and enjoyed the work, and he knew he didn't want to continue on working in the bakery. It wasn’t until after the FBI came in to question him on the case of counterfeit bills found in the bakery’s circulation that he realized what he truly wanted. Getting in was difficult. In the 1980s, the fact that he liked the company of men as well as women caused some trouble, as well as the lack of training in arms and the fact that he was a meta. However, Abe was patient and worked hard, and was accepted into the training program. His acceptance was earned when he proved to be quite a handy cook (and so definitely sought out company on stakeouts), and when his twenty week training process was over, he was officially an agent of the FBI.
He switched from department to department, trying to find what suited him and his skills best. He began in the White Collar division. That was where he first met the woman who was going to be his wife: Amber. She was working in a hospital where he was looking into health care fraud. They were married a year after they met. Due to their difficult and sometimes conflicting schedules, Abraham and Amber decided not to have children. Things were going well for a time, until Abraham’s growing skill with weaponry and investigations led to him being moved into the more difficult departments, such as the Violent Crime and, when he was thirty-five, organized crime. In spite of his somewhat dangerous assignments and topic of work, he and Amber bought a nice house. However, when Abe was forty, Amber discovered she had breast cancer, and things went sharply downhill. With Abe’s high profile cases came more and more threats of violence as well, and when Abe was forty-two, he was shot during a mission and hospitalized. His knee was proven to be almost irreparably damaged, and due to Amber’s health conditions, he decided he would retire from that and go back to his family’s roots—open up a restaurant. He wasn’t sure at first what kind of foods they would serve, but an idea struck him based on what he’d been doing for his wife. Amber’s health wasn’t getting any better with treatments, so Abe began trying something else: cooking healthy, vegan and gluten-free foods, hearing that it might help. It occurred to him that others might enjoy the same or need the same, and so, when he was forty-three, he got a loan from his parents and opened up Honest Abe’s (at the name recommendation of his wife) in Pilot Ridge, as Abe had had fond memories of living there. Amber lived for two more years before passing away, but Abraham kept the restaurant open for her sake, continuing to offer alternative foods and hire the locals to follow his wife’s business model of helping out the locals with jobs and making natural foods. And if he still visits the cemetery once a week...well, no one can blame him.
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