Seven years old. (Twenty-six in Mici years.)
Two feet and three inches.
Black sclera with dark gray irises.
Like all others of the Mici race, Abbitt possesses a flat chest and stomach, with short limbs and four digits on each hand, a white-colored exoskeleton head, two jagged horns, two spikes protruding from each side where the ears would be, black and dark gray orbs, plus a number of swirling carvings embedded across his face.
For his attire, a deep blue cloak is worn, combined with a purple scarf around the neck. Beneath it all lays a gray and white undersuit. Strapped beneath the cake on his back is a personal shield-generator, designed to have heavy damage resistance against energy weapons and explosives. As for footwear, two little white boots with small blue ribbons are worn, resembling baby-shoes in shape.
Unlike many others of his species who are often full of energy, Abbitt is better composed than most, undeniably sweet towards friends or anyone that would be accepting of him. With some highly refined social and negating skills as an off-world diplomat for the Mici government, he aims to offer others emotional help when seeing another in distress.
One trait that is still retained from his own race is the constant desire for physical affection, which is often why he’ll request to sleep in the same bed with one of his affiliates. This attribute is reflected by him frequently sitting another’s lap, giving frequent hugs, or ask to be carried in somebody’s arms.
Despite the dangers, frequent assassination attempts, and enemies made overtime, Abbitt is almost fearless when it comes to personally oversee independent investigations on slave traders. Burdened by the fact his mother was an abductee herself and likely died as one, he has since sought to prevent others from experiencing the same fate and feeling.
With a degree in galactic politics and criminal justice from other civilizations, Abbitt currently works as an Ambassador for the Mici government, always going on diplomatic missions and meetings with other planetary leaders, in addition to trade negotiations.
As a completely voluntarily side career, slave owners and traffickers are privately investigated, with or without aid from other governments, depending on whether or not they’ll assist him. The aim is to find and give out information to planetary authorities on the whereabouts of slave rings to both shut them down and free the captives. Through Abbitt’s devotion, hundreds of people, both human and alien have been rescued before being personally rehabilitated by the diplomat himself.
When it comes to traveling off-world, a transport ship is provided. Around nine staff members are present, an advisor, one pilot, one engineer, a doctor, two stewards, one councilor, and two Mediators. (Personal bodyguards armored with non-pain-inducing and non-lethal weapons/devices.)
A common trait most Mici possess are lesser psychic powers. While not advanced enough to peer into a person’s thoughts for most, they can easily sense another’s emotions. Despite not being a full-blown telepath, Abbitt can be quick to see a hidden agenda to anyone he speaks with in person, which has made him rather gifted in telling when someone is lying in conversation.
With some training in piloting, Abbitt is very familiar with operating starships and other kinds of stellar craft, as well as some technical education.
Like all male Mici, Abbitt also holds an incredible amount of physical strength, whereas females are speedsters, enough to lift a grown, two-hundred-pound man off the ground. Such an ability is only ever used in emergencies or when necessary.
The only recorded case of a Mici capable of committing actual violence, and the ability to kill. Revei is a vigilante that travels across the galaxy and actively hunts down traffickers/slave traders, culling them without remorse before freeing any captives he comes across. He's well-versed in using his psychic abilities for combat, including telekinesis, and able to inflict terrible nightmares upon his opponents at well, even while they're wide awake. Many people have granted him the nickname: The White Reaper.
Long ago, a female Mici attempted to flee back to their homeworld with her child, only to be caught by slavers. In a small compound, they performed a series of horrid experiments on her in a separate room. Having heard agonizing the cries from his mother, Revei forced his way out of a cell and immediately came to where they had her pinned, just as the men walked out for a short time. It was there where she had her last moments, and her son balling his eyes out, begging her not to go since those traffickers had fatally wounded her from their experiments.
When he final breath was taken, she died right in his arms... Seconds later, one of the staff responsible for her injuries, hollering and screaming at him to get back in his cell. Something within him snapped, taking a scalpal before using it to destroy the man's face. A weapon was taken off a guard to begin massacring every, last, staff member on-site, not a soul was spared. A shuttle they used for their slave trade operation was stolen to make his escape.
While all Mici tend to have a psychic aura that induces a sweet, fuzzy feeling, Revei does not possess that quality. Instead, there is a turbulent, unsettling feeling that one may receive from being in close proximity to him. Sleeping next to him at night has a high chance of someone having his nightmares enter their dreams, a problem that he cannot control. This issue has unsurprisingly made it difficult for him to make any close friends, or find a mate. For this reason, Revei will try to avoid emotional attachments.
Unknown to most, being what many call a Blighted Mici, he is immortal. While he can still be killed, he cannot age to death. Revei is fifty-plus years old.