Abel was a large man with a medium-sized beard and a colorful tattoo of a warship on his neck. Abel hadn't been to war or really been anywhere close to a war, but his grandfather had and Abel thought that the tattoo made him look dangerous. In truth, Abel was something of a softie that had the genetic luck of looking sort of menacing.
Abel rode a motorcycle. It was small on him and he was particularly cautious when driving it. To him though he was a modern day Steve McQueen when he'd ride. He was a big fan of those motorcycle club dramas on cable. Abel could never get enough of those and always thought of himself as one of the members, though never the club president. Abel always saw himself as more of someone who did the dirt and not the one who bossed the others around.
Abel wasn't an ugly man. He had his milage and he had his wear, but he was frequently told he had beautiful eyes or that his beard was amazing. Despite this, Abel was never very good with the ladies and tended to look at his feet when they talked to him. Several girls in his life time mistook this for disinterest and quickly found other things to do. This always haunted Abel.
Abel collected comics and push pins. He had a large cork wall in his bed room that was nearly covered in pins. The pins his nieces gave him after their family vacations were his favorite. He was proud of his nieces and carried pictures of them in his wallet.