Abbigail M.

The "default" ABBsona.

Often referred to as "ABB Classic" or just "Classic".

Female (She/They)

21; ages in real time.

About 5'0.

Thin. She really shouldn't be getting into fights.

Dark brown.

Straight hair, worn down. Can be of varying lengths.

None

The iris of her remaining "normal" eye is a very light gray, and lacks a visible pupil. The other eyes are dark purple, and fade to red at the edges; they have a dim red glow.

Unknown

Olive-toned tan.

I'd say the mess of extra eyes are pretty identifiable.

Despite being rather quiet, Classic is self-assertive and lets little sway their thoughts, except their emotions. Speaks in a very matter-of-fact manner.

"All the media says 'dimensional tears, mask corruption, duck robbery'... I just wanna grill, for god's sake!"

Very impulsive and quick to anger, but seems to be aware of this, at least.

None to think of.

Has some bartending and coffee-making knowledge.

Classic is a Gamer(tm) who Games(tm).

True Neutral

May have some form of ADHD.

Minor Reality-Warping, Energy Manipulation (specifically known as "Combustion"), and Extreme Strength with the full power of the mask. Once it's broken, Classic is heavily nerfed.

Bartender and/or barista, depending on the canon.

Any shade of red, but mostly burgundy.

If the ramune fridge in the bar were to break down, expect Classic to cry at least a little.

Doesn't usually use a weapon, but if she had to pick, then she'd opt for a sword.

buppy..............

Speaks English, and Spanish (in theory).

You don't remember my birthday!? ;o;

Enough to be able to run a bar, I guess.

Abbigail M. was the bartender for a local nightclub for several years, before soon becoming the owner of her own establishment, cleverly named “The Bar”. They work alongside their fellow ABBsona, Blurp.

At some point, a mask was left at one of the booths. Upon putting on the mask (Why? Why not, don’t think about it too hard, Classic is stupid), they were cursed with a corruption that has nearly taken over their entire face. The mask couldn’t be removed without near-lethal force, and with it came destructive power. She’s making the best of it.

Not really "pets" persay, but she seems to have formed an alliance with the birds at the local park.

The bartender of… The Bar. Was cursed by a mask that’s nigh-impossible to remove, which slowly corrupts the user. Usually affable, if a bit quiet, but it quickly becomes apparent how brash and impulsive they can be.

It's me. I'm the voice claim.

Mask of My Own Face by Lemon Demon
The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Vs. ABB

Along with Blurp:
The Bar