He loves—with all his heart; a heart of gold.

He cares—with all within his gentle soul.

He protects—with all his strength.

He comforts—with gentle arms.

He nurtures—with all he has ever had, and ever will have.

But the loving, protective, & gentle soul that any father should be. He was, now, & forever is.

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i .Interaction & Communication
Please remember that I am not Antonio. What he thinks / says / does, does not indicate my thoughts or opinions.
I am always open to messages.
This is a PRIVATE, HIGHLY SELECTIVE & MUTUALS ONLY blog. If you have a password in your rules when I follow you, I will not send it in. I get EXTREMELY anxious about having to do things like that and would not expect that of anyone. Know that if I follow you, I have thoroughly read your rules FIRST.
I have no triggers; however, if there is something you would like tagged, please let me know. I try to tag common triggers ie. torture, blood, gore, body image. My trigger tags go as follows: tw / trigger name

ii. Shipping
I don’t mind pre-established relationships at all. In fact, I love them, so if you have an idea as to what relationship our muses might have or have had, let me know.
Singleship/Multiverse. My priorities are not romantic ships; though I still do enjoy writing them and establishing them. I simply tend to focus more on familial relationships.

iii. Following
Please give me a couple of days to check out your blog before I follow you back. If I follow you, it is because I want to write with you. If you do not follow back within a few days, I will unfollow again. Once again, this blog is MUTUALS ONLY.

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iv. Roleplaying
I don't reply to welcome posts. Plotting is highly encouraged!
I WILL NOT REPLY IF YOU HAVE REBLOGGED AN ASK AS A REPLY!
Worried that I didn’t see something? Don’t just nudge me, stick your entire foot up my ass. I’ll see it then.
Please keep our threads trimmed neatly–think of them as your eyebrows.
I enjoy writing WITH people, not FOR them. I do not expect you to match my reply length (quality over quantity—-am'right?), but please don't reply to three paragraphs with three sentences or I will hunt you down and place legos around your bed while you are sleeping.

v. Me
Lastly, I'd like to thank you for reading through my rules. I’m Mango, 21+. My hobbies include cars, working on cars, racing cars, and urban exploring. If you would like any of my social media (discord, snapchat, IG, xbox live, playstation network) feel free to ask.

There were RUMORS I had heard, that man had been some fickle thing that roamed the earth for over a million years. Others argued. But did a CONCEPT not live on forever?
Memories like old photos fade with time, and if it really has been that long, then my memories are simple and within my thoughts. I cannot seem to dive deep enough to scrape the bottom and grasp what I need to.
Or was it nature that held the ropes around my neck; who brought my very existence into some fabricated cage of flesh?

“The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature.”
― Abbé Prévost, Manon Lescaut

He loves—with all his heart; a heart of gold.
He cares—with all within his gentle soul.
He protects—with all his strength.
He comforts—with gentle arms.
He nurtures—with all he has ever had, and ever will have.
It wasn’t who he was, but WHAT he was. He was not a man, but a father, and not just any father. He was the embodiment of FATHERHOOD, —–and all that accompanies it.

A spirit embedded in time itself, so fragile with each early death and late waking. He has lived the life of a man, over and over again, and each death becomes harder and harder for him to endure, as if each time, a piece of his being is stolen away with the cold, dead body and left beneath a heap of gritty earth.

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And every experience in life left scars on a pure canvas. His flesh was once as pure as his heart remains, but the scars attach themselves to their new body, each with a tale to tell his CHILDREN. After all, a father must always have a tale to tell to his little ones.

EACH LIFE LIVED
EACH DEATH DIED.
As the spirit left his body, and the light his eyes, he crippled and aged. His bones became fragile, and his hair grey. His skin worn like leather, but his palms would always be soft. Lines weaved their way around his eyes, like little spiderwebs clinging to ancient relics. If you look long enough into his eyes, the windows of his soul, you can see that he is old; perhaps older than time itself. You can see the pain, and the horror, and all that he has lived through and for. But most importantly, you can see love.
Like a record, life played over and over again. There will always be an embodiment of fatherhood, and what it should be. So, as his story comes to a close, a person, he wasn’t. He never would be.
But the loving, protective and gentle soul that any father should be, he was, now and forever is.

CONCEPT

Here’s a little rundown of this idea and how it works. I’ll be constantly updating this so bear with me.
So Antonio would be embodiment of the “traditional” view of a father. What a father is, and all the goodness kind of wrapped within. Let’s face it, fathers aren’t supposed to be assholes in general. They aren’t supposed to be cruel, mean, or abusive. Think of Antonio as the ‘perfect’ father because it’s what he represents. Fatherhood, love, kindness, instinct, etc.
His concept and how he acts will be based off the current, general understanding/meaning of “father” vaguely encompassing all cultures/beliefs/etc., however, he will always carry that gentle, loving air about him. However, his concept will follow a warm, loving, traditional, familial and connected idea of a ‘father.’
His characterization and appearance would depend on the time period will follow an evolution to the “current” embodiment/being that he is today. However, I haven’t yet gotten this far and will overtime be working on a story/timeline for this.
In short, what happens is the embodiment lives through the normal lifespan of a person (maybe shorter because of what he is), then the person dies as the spirit/embodiment moves onto another body. It’s almost like reincarnation, but not quite because that embodiment/spirit is ALWAYS going to be there, but the body in which it is reincarnated is not immortal.
While his new reincarnation is a child, he obviously doesn’t really fit the “father” criteria. However, when this reincarnation is older, it is what the embodiment/spirit will live through next. The next reincarnation is born when the existing one is around 40. The reincarnation/spirit moves on when the new body reaches age (25-30), and the old body dies. So as the old body ages, it suffers poor health, frailty, decay, etc, because the ‘spirit’, is passing from this body to the new one so basically, he’s losing it by this point.
There is a physical, human body, and within it, the everlasting, age-old spirit carried on in energy, temperament, memories, attitude, and existence as a representation. To put it in perspective, think of it kind of like a demon or angel possessing a host in Supernatural, but not quite like that. It’s more permanent, and kind of on a ‘circle of life’ type of cycle.
When he moves on to his new existence, the new body will already kinda have similar traits and whatnot and their memories aren’t ‘wiped’ or anything but they kinda mesh together with all the built up memories of 'father.’ He recalls all his past lives. He also adapts to the new body’s life and memories. Still, he can recall things from the beginning of time practically, so he remembers things that happened in his being and existence, say, back in the Middle Ages.
I will be working on and putting out headcanons overtime. I understand that this page might be confusing, but it’s really just a small guideline/idea.

NAME: Antonio Abrams
AGE: 60 ( old as time itself )
BIRTHDATE: June, 18 (Father’s Day / Self-Appointed).
LOCATION: Verse dependent. I default to him living in America
APPEARANCE: Thin, frail build. His body is covered in scars from events through history. Antonio has wrinkles, especially around his mouth and eyes, and long, greying, wavy/frizzy hair. Dull, blue/grey eyes and often wears a soft, and welcoming smile.
PERSONALITY: Fatherly.
GENDER: Cis Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual Heteromantic
CLASS/STATUS: Middle Class. Small home.

Body & Physical Traits

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VOICE: Soft-spoken; voiceclaim
QUIRKS:Distinct aquiline nose, his voice is peculiarly rough yet melodic, fidgeting, constant wincing (while conversing/ listening). He has a few defined scars that will catch the attention of others if seen. Scars from wars that he was enlisted to fight. ( more to come on this )
HEIGHT: 5’11"
WEIGHT: Light build, frail, thin. Weight fluctuates between 135-140 lbs (61-63 kg). Weak muscle mass. Slightly underweight; emaciated. Often unwell & a small eater, Antonio thins as he ages and his spirit slowly leaves his body.
EYES: Grey-blue, pupils ringed in a faint hazel line. Something like THIS.
The colour in Antonio’s eyes is no longer vibrant and youthful, so it’s more of a dulled down tone. Large, and always seemingly half-lidded. Brow is curved upwards giving him a constant look of concern.
SKIN: Antonio is a ¾ on the Fitzpatrick skin tone chart. He is European with a pale tone and a plethora of faded freckles and age spots.
PROMINENT FEATURES: Scars: Across the bridge of his nose and a few across his cheeks. Freckles & age spots: Mostly over the bridge of his nose and on his back, shoulders and legs.
PIERCINGS: None.
FACE: Gaunt, heart shaped face. Cheeks sunken in, cheekbones low and protruding.

Personality & Traits

MORALITY: Moral; he would give his life to save others.
PEAK VICE: Lethargy; due to age which comes with other physical, emotional, & cognitive issues.
SECOND TIER: Nurturing (loving, gentle, meek, kind and caring—he’s a breath of fresh air really to anyone, and would never raise his voice in yelling; he physically can’t), Peaceful (hates conflict) // Stubborn (this can sometimes lead to his sulking—often overly stubborn), Weak (also makes him fearful since he can’t do much physically to defend himself)
THIRD TIER: Incompetence (due to age and often at times, illness—leads to moroseness and melancholy. He wants to do what he physically cannot.), Valor (courageous, selfless and daring; he would give his life for anyone really; especially his children/children in general), Encouraging, Occasionally moody (leading to irritability and such)
SKILLS: Antonio is a wonderful cook when he is able, and also has his ways of cheering others up despite his own trials, & he is a fabulous father.
LIKES: Family, children, music, warmth (warm places), kindness, fresh air, animals (pets), quiet.
DISLIKES: Rudeness, loudness, conflict, pain,
PROFESSION: Full time Father, part time drug dealer.
RELIGIOUS BELIEFS: Atheist. Antonio never really believed in there being a god. Though he does believe that there is some form of afterlife, & that the supernatural is very real, he has trouble believing that there is a god; at least not a ‘good’ one.

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City Where the Young Die (modern)
Antonio is the embodiment of fatherhood and the goodness that it encompasses. He leads a fairly normal, simple life in his humble home just on the outskirts of a large city in America. Location is something that I am flexible with when writing this verse. This can lead to my Apocalyptic verse where the world goes to hell. It’s more of a really bad future so to speak.

Spirit of the Father (dragon age)
The Father is a spirit from the oldest, deepest part of the Fade. Ages ago, his only intent and purpose was to guide fathers on the other side of the Veil, to help them raise their young, and to make sure that children were loved, protected and looked after. Then, he crossed over. Into the dreams of a feverish drunkard on his deathbed, a terrible father to his child, the spirit appeared & the man reached for the light. So the spirit left the Fade behind to grant the man his life, and his child an even better one. Even then, it took the spirit time to remember that he is just that - a Spirit. Soon, that man passes away, peacefully, having lead a long and fulfilling life, and the spirit passes himself on to another dying father, then another, then another…
9:06 Dragon... Until he finds the body of Malcolm Hawke. He is a good man, a willing man, & a father to an unborn child, desperate to save their life and his own as he kneels before an alter, about to seal so much fate. Malcolm quickly grew at peace with such a spirit. Not only did the Spirit save lives the day that Corypheus was bound, it also allowed Malcolm a deal - to watch his child grow; despite him contracting the Taint while on the expedition - something that would have quickly killed him under any other circumstances. Malcolm was able to watch Hawke, Bethany, and Carver grow up until he succumbed to his illness in 9:27, three years before the Fifth Blight. The Spirit had held him from it for long enough - it needed to rest, & it had other plans for him.
However, the Ancient Spirit refused to leave Malcolm’s body - perhaps it was because he had begged it not to let him die, because Bethany's tears were just too much for him one quiet evening, or because Hawke had demanded he not die on them. The man had such a connection with the Spirit that even after the final mound of dirt was shoveled upon his still form, he fought. There was a role for him to play in life’s delicate balance. During the fifth Blight, the Spirit slowly heals Malcolm’s existence so that he can make his way out of his tomb. After the blight, during the outbreak of the Mage-Templar war, the Spirit quickly works to piece him back together, guiding him to take up an orphanage in the remains of Lothering, just outside the Hinterlands: An orphanage built upon all that remains of his late family’s homestead.
Now, Malcolm’s sole purpose is to father children who are less fortunate, taking them into his care at the orphanage, nursing them back to health, lifting their spirits, and caring for their broken souls. He rescues them from circles and from rogue bands of templars and soon (once the war is over) red templars, and wanders all of Thedas, with only one purpose - to save all children (he believes his own have passed).

Road to Ashes (apocalypse)
It has been years since the earth went to hell. Antonio had grown up in Spain and recently moved to the United States with his two children. Things started off nicely, they had a small home, close to a large city & lived a fairly solitary life—-except that Antonio had his hands elbow deep in the drug trade. Soon, he and his children were constantly on the move, from home to home, & motel to hotel, until one night, while settling down in a tattered motel couch, the old television bore to them an ominous message. The virus broke out first, & that was when Antonio lost his youngest daughter. He spent a night at the hospital before he was removed from her room by force, & never saw her again. Then heartbroken, he set out with his elder daughter the night the power flickered in the motel room, but never came back on. It was when screams echoed down the halls, & he was fighting to protect her from humans-turned-monster that he lost his other daughter. He turned around, & she was gone. Making a quick run through the fire escape and onto the desolate streets, Antonio soon collected his pistol and a sharpened pocket knife fighting to stay alive in hopes that he will one day find his daughter. Antonio has multiple encounters with multiple groups, but upon finding out that his daughter is not with them, he does not stay long. To combat his own sadness & weakness, he travels as a loner & fights to protect others. However, the man is weak, & old, so he often doesn’t prove much help. His personality is much the same as it is in my mainverse, fatherly & docile. In this verse, he is nearing his 59th birthday, but has lost count of time itself. He also often takes in other loners and cares for them as a father would to help ease the pain in his heart & longing for his own lost daughter. However, overtime, Antonio has grown rather ill. He knows that he doesn’t have long, but continues to fight, because if she is still alive, he wants to say goodbye.

If There's Money Involved I'm In (saints row)
This verse follows the events of the Saints Row Series, from Saints Row to Saints Row IV, & post. Antonio is a take-no-shit boss and a huge asshole. When he was in his early twenties, far before the events of the first Saints Row, he had a small group under his wing—-they were the FIRST Saints. However, over the years, the tiny gang dispersed, but they never forgot him. However, when he hit 35, and was nearly killed in a shootout between GANGS, a life he had slipped away from, Antonio decided to once again take up his gun with the offer and rejoin the Saints. The only problem? He was no longer in charge. Enemies? Trouble? It’s all under his belt. He enjoys raking in money from Stilwater & using it to benefit both himself & his loyal gang. The only things in his way are the law, & and rival gangs, & potentially an all-too-large-heart. People love him, and people hate him—it’s all part of the ‘good life’ he lives & loves.
His age is usually mistaken for weakness, which he uses to his advantage. Since things in Stilwater never seem to cool down, he’s always on the move, keeping active & in shape.
This Antonio is very different from his mainverse self. Though he still has a soft heart, he is no gentleman. He’s a dirty, impulsive, hard-headed, judgmental asshole. Get on his good side & he’ll keep a friend in mind, even if he hasn’t the heart to. Get on his bad side, & he’ll make you wish you were dead.
Antonio spends most of his time strolling the streets or lounging about in the penthouse. He eventually passes away through the events of Saints Row IV because his body is too weak to handle the simulation.
Age: SR (35), SR2 (46), SR3 (56), SR4 (66)

Father. Fighter. Thief. (skyrim)
An old Nord mingles with the likes of the thieves–dealing with the worst of the worst. In the beginning, he was a traveller, but during the war in Skyrim, Antonio began to settle with the thieves– men and women he could easily call FAMILY. Even after his calling, his loyalties to the guild have grown tighter & he eventually earns the title of the Guild master once secrets once unknown are revealed. Antonio continues to travel Skyrim’s treacherous & barren lands, despite his loyal ties to his Guild, looking for answers to questions he’s never asked. He is constantly in search of a new journey, finding it never too late to embark on a quest.

Father of Avalon (arthurian/medieval)
An old knight with a deep secret, retired early from duty due to a wounded hip, Antomides found a better life in heading an orphanage just outside of Camelot. He spends his time caring for the children of the lands, & making sure that they go to good homes, & even if they do not, the once-knight takes them into his own care. He often enjoys visits, & when his health permits mingles with the townsfolk in the markets. Still, if King Arthur ever does raise a sword, he is willing to lay down his life to defend his king, kingdom, & children. In this verse, Antomides possesses the same fatherly qualities & purity as he does in his modern verse, & is in essence the same being.
Note: Name is changed in this verse to fit within the naming style of characters in the legends

Heartfelt Throne (game of thrones)
A former priest of R’hllor (The Lord of Light) with a purpose of harboring and raising children, Antomides fell away from religion when he recognized it as harmful to those he loved (the children). He did not agree with raising children to be temple prostitutes and slaves; and believed that children should be raised with kindness, love, and free will to do as they choose. Antomides renounced his title as a “Red Priest” and took to northern Westeros to found an orphanage, where he believes the children in his care will be safe. His purpose is simple and his heart is large. Prior to the death of Ned Stark, he had petitioned the Starks for aid in building the orphanage, and pledged his loyalty to their name. He carried out many good deeds, including a mission to save children who were to be killed during Joffrey’s reign. Antomides possesses powers similar to those of Melisandre, the Red Priestess and uses them for good over evil.
Note: Name is changed in this verse to fit within the naming style of George R.R. Martin’s characters.