I play a lot of Heroes of The Storm. There are all sorts of human, orc, elven, and other characters. But the one I relate to most is this grubbish, insectoid being. He is calculating, pathologically efficient, and insidiously logical. His sole obsession is the forced evolution of his kind, whose future existence he voluntarily carries the burden of.
In my mind I am Abathur. His spines are wrapped around my brain. My mind is inexhaustibly bent on the evolution of us all. I harden, sharpen, and compartmentalize everything about myself into the most efficient and fragile machine possible. I am a honed device rarely surpassed in my obsessions, but easily disrupted.
Abathur is my home boy.