Hard hitting, hard headed, and hard drinking; Detective Abrams has been a fixture on the New York investigating scene for years. From stolen art, to missing persons, to ritual murders; Abrams didn't just take any case that came across his desk... he solved them. But his days of following cheating spouses came to an end the day he opened his office door and found The Tome sitting on his desk. No instruction was left for him save for a brief note scrawled in onyx blood that read "Don't let them have it". Abrams hasn't figured where the thing came from; but seeing as his home has been broken into, his office tossed on 3 different occasions, and his car firebombed he has a vested interest in figuring out what the hell is going on. Born in Ixia, Abrams moved to New York city for reasons only known to him. For years, Abrams was a skilled private detective and a fixture on the New York investigating scene, known for taking and solving any case that came across his desk. Abrams' detective agency is called "Abrams Investigations", with the slogan "we specialize in the unknowable and unthinkable." Outside of work, Abrams frequents the bar Jezebel's and participates in Wraith's weekly poker games. He also investigates the Paradox Organization on the side, which has been postponed. Abrams is stubborn, stoic, and slightly pessimistic. He has a grounded view of the world and is skeptical. That said, he isn't unkind, often showing compassion or concern for tragic figures. Instead of simply dumping the Tome or hiding it somewhere, Abrams feels a personal duty to solve the mystery surrounding it first. The duty of protecting the Tome has made Abrams paranoid towards anyone who shows interest in it. He values truth and honesty over everything else no matter how depressing it could be. Abrams is a tall burly Ixian man with blue skin, red eyes with black sclera, a well-defined jaw with a pencil moustache and stubble, dark blue hair with a front curl, and a pair of light blue horns with purple ends in his forehead, the left one of which is broken. He wears glasses, a blue overcoat over a white shirt, a purple necktie, black pants with suspenders, brown shoes, and leather straps over his coat with an alcohol flask pocket patched with bullet holes. He has a thin blue and purple tail. His weapon is a large snubnosed revolver that fires shotgun shells, similar to a Taurus Judge. The Tome is a large and ancient leather-bound book with eldritch texts and drawings, glowing blue and handcuffed to Abrams' left hand. Abrams favorite drink is whiskey.