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Abel Graham

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a character in “Icarus Academy”, as played by stxlla

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AGEXXXXXXXXXX.XeighteenXXX
GODLY PARENTXXXthothXXXX
ORIGINXXXXXXXX.Xwinnipeg, canadaXX
HEXXXXXXXXXXX .X#99C1C0XXXX
xxxxx NICKNAMESXX..abe
xxxxx GENDERXXXX.X(cis)male
xxxxx SEXUALITYXX.Xbisexual
xxxxx ETHNICITYXXXXegyptian-canadian







personality

Abel is naturally kind-hearted, optimistic and good-natured. He has a tendency to be socially awkward and clumsy, to let his emotions get the best of him. He has always been very driven with almost everything he does, and hates the thought of anything messing up his life plans. When others threaten his end goals he can become quite harsh, anxious, and blunt.

For a guy who’s a genius in mathematics and sciences, Abel can act like a serious dumbass at times. Nobody’s sure how it came to be, but the guy just doesn’t seem to understand social cues. You could say that his academic intelligence heavily outweighs his emotional intelligence. His anxiety can sometimes make him a little skittish and hesitant at times, but most find him quite 'adorable' (which he hates to be called). With so much pressure on his shoulders, he's prone to fits of closure and isolation, but he'll always led a helping hand when someone needs it.

Some hide their humility behind brash commentary and wicked glares, but Abel is rather open. For all those who believe that inherently nice guys don't exist, you've obviously never met Abel Uriah Graham because he's literally a sweetheart. A rather intelligent and anxious sweetheart, but a sweetheart nonetheless. He's the type you can trust on a night of drinking to make sure that everyone gets home because he's rarely the one, unless forced by friends, to get drunk, the one who's fiscally responsible, and he's also just a sensitive person. In both respects where, firstly, he really takes critiques and shots against his person hard, but also that he's really attuned to the needs of other people. A pushover at times, sure, and someone who can be used by others depending on how alone he is in the situation. But a truly kind heart, at the end of the day.

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PARENTAGE | Thoth, Egyptian God of Wisdom and the Moon
ENHANCED INTELLECT | From a young age Abel was always considered to be a 'young genius' but as he grew into his father's mind it has only enhanced his intellect. For one, Abel possesses exceptional mental capacity and concentration, mental calculations, memorization, analyzation, reading skills, and intuition. The boy is essentially a walking encyclopedia. All it takes is for him to simply read something before it is cataloged and stored into his mind. Thoughts, processes, and equations take him only a matter of minutes. He knows nearly 1,000 different languages and is currently working on Belarusian and Ayapaneco. The only downside of his ability is near chronic headaches that plague him nearly everyday.
CHRONO VISION | His most complex, and perhaps weakest ability is being able to see the past, present, and future. For one, Abel has no control whatsoever over this ability and his visions are often difficult to even decipher. Secondly, sometimes he can't even tell what time period he's seeing it from; whether it already happened, is happening, or will happen. A full vision is often accompanied by total paralysis and loss of consciousness, and he's left hungover when he comes out of it. A fragment sometimes only last a few seconds, and are flashes of images and simply give him headaches. The only thing he's been able to somewhat configure about this ability is that he can somewhat control it by touching something related to what he wants to see, as it almost always triggers a vision.
THOUGHTOGRAPHY | His favorite, and most useful ability (in his eyes) is his ability to imprint marks/writing onto surfaces without the need of tools, this includes text, pictures, paintings, etc. Abel is able to scribe and draw images or text from his mind onto solid surfaces; most commonly paper. It makes his life a hell of a lot easier and even helps with his visions as he's able to immediately scribe what he saw. And writing grocery lists has never been easier.

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STRENGTHS | Abel is a remarkably bright individual, considered by many to be something of a genius, though he would never use the term himself. Abel has always had a practical mindset and is not too much of a dreamer, which some can see as a weakness but this means he always sees things for as they are and not what they will be. Abel stands strong beside those he calls friends. His allegiance is not easily lost, his trust and loyalty given freely to those he feels have earned it. He will always let someone take the time they need to complete a task or speak, he tries to treat everyone equally making him a wonderfully patient individual.
WEAKNESSES | Abe can sometimes be a bit of a jackass when he's stuck in a particularly stressful situation, as he is standoffish under extreme pressure. Having so much pressure on his shoulders has made him a bit insecure and doubtful of his own abilities. Abel can sometimes get overly worked up and anxious in stressful situations. Having the mind of a genius he sometimes never thinks before he speaks and become blunt and harsh. Not to mention he's a terrible perfectionist, over critical of himself and the things around him, and pushes himself to the brink to make things perfect. Usually he failing to live up to his own crushing expectations.
FEARS | Even though Abel is pretty self-sufficient, he's terrified he will spend his whole life being alone. Dying young specifically has always been a fear of his, seeing as how his life is rather dangerous already. It's just an unfortunate end to what could've been.

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Even without a father, Abel was born to a rather fortunate family, with his mother, Nehal, being a successful lawyer in their city of Winnipeg, Canada. He was the oldest of the Graham children, his sister Sophia just two years younger than him. Of course, Abel and Sophia looked somewhat alike, but if you really stared close for a while you could tell they came from different fathers. Abel, born from an impromptu business trip to Egypt, and Sophia from a business trip to the states. It would be a lie to say that both children were expected, and while Nehal never wanted children from the start she loved both her children like no other. From a young age his mother began to notice the raw talent that the boy possessed, but she wanted to keep him as humble and normal as possible.

The majority of Abel's live was rather average. He had a loving family, a dog and two cats, they had family brunch every Thursday, and his mother and grandparents attended all of his piano recitals and soccer games. It was a little repetitive and boring, but Abel didn't mind at all, it was a comfortable life and that's all that really mattered to him. That is, until he met Thoth.

On his thirteenth birthday, Abel was curious to see a man come into the backyard party, even more curious to see the shocked look on his mother's face. They had a hushed and angry conversation in which his mother finally gave in ushering the boy inside and setting him down on the couch. The man's hair was an unkept, but in a charming way and he had a large pair of spectacles that emphasized his unusually blue eyes. He explained in a rather strenuous and intellectual manner that he was indeed, Abel's father.

The God, being sapiosexual himself, had been attracted to Nehal's impressive intellect, as well as her strong will and imperious nature. Through shared conversation, and thoughtful discussions, affection bloomed between the two and Nehal fell pregnant. Following this, Thoth revealed the truth about himself. However, rather than being terrified, Nehal was intrigued. Of course, she knew the relationship couldn't last but she promised to keep and protect the child with her life. Strangely, learning that his father was a God, wasn't odd to Abel. He simply just adapted and accepted the idea. The two nearly went on for hours in conversation before he sadly proclaimed he had to leave. He gifted Abel with a watch, simplistic yet elegant and informed his mother of Icarus. As, Thoth wanted only the best education for his son. Nehal reluctantly agreed and Abel has been at the Academy ever since.

So begins...

Abel Graham's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Astrid Bergström Character Portrait: Abel Graham Character Portrait: Montgomery Adams Character Portrait: Ophelia Le Clair Character Portrait: Jem Ellis Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Fairchild Character Portrait: Nathaniel Irving Character Portrait: Khepri Núñez Character Portrait: Negasi Beshir Character Portrait: Katharine Sóldotter Character Portrait: Sebastian Valentine
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astrid bergström
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abel graham
son of Thoth • outfit • #99C1C0

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Astrid glanced up from where she sat tortiously poking at her food as if to make it appear that she had actually ate something on her plate. For the first time in a few months the Mess Hall seemed happy - normal. There were smiles upon the faces of the other students and it seemed as if they too were cherishing their last moments at the Academy. How morbid. It had been a few days since Headmistress Galarius announced that one of their sister academies in the states had been attacked, it was the sixth one this month. One by one safe havens for demigods were slowly being picked from the Earth like ripe fruit from a tree. It was only a matter of time before Icarus joined the list. If the academies and camps being attacked were not worse enough, the line to the Gods had seemingly been shut off. Astrid hadn’t heard from her father since early March, and she’d be lying if she told herself it had not been slowly eating away at her. Just in the past few years her relationship with Thor had slowly begun to grow, and their chats soon became something of a weekly ordeal to Astrid’s enjoyment. She was grateful for her father’s interest as some Gods weren’t so interested in the lives of their children. It was then when Astrid approached Headmistress demanding they do something - it was a very Astrid thing to do. At that point, doing anything other than be sitting ducks would be beneficial in her mind. Of course it took some convincing, Galarius wasn’t just going to send her students to certain death. Thankfully, Astrid was able to ask around and recruit some of her fellow senior classmates with the help of Headmistress - a few choice ones she would’ve left out if it was her choice but Galarius insisted. And so here they were. There last night at Icarus for possibly, forever. Headmistress had taken the chosen few aside, she had arranged for a pilot to take them to Trondheim, Norway in the morning. In which the gateway to Asgard resided. She believed it best if they tried seeking out the Norse realm first as they seemed the most attached to their children. Not to mention it was the closest gate to the world of the Gods from the academy. The idea of a “rescue mission” seemed to give hope to the students left at the Academy and the group had been treated like heroes for the past week after Headmistress announced their mission at the weekly assembly. More than anything Astrid felt as if she was being pampered for her forthcoming death. So forgive her for not exactly being thrilled at their “going away” dinner. “You alright?” She glanced up to the soft voice from across the table. Abel. Perhaps the smartest boy she knew. Astrid suddenly felt a small wave of relief as she realized he was going with, they were going to need that brain of his. “Yeah, just not a big fan of… pork She said with an awkward smile in an attempt to not spill the nervous thoughts that racked her brain. A small wave of confusion wiped over Abel’s face before a small smile settled on it. As if he sensed that she didn’t really want to talk about it. Then again, who knows maybe he was just as terrified as she was.

Abel was. Terrified to say the absolute least. When Galarius approached him with the task he turned her down flat. There were better places for him to be than saving the world, the library for one. He was sure not meant to be on an elite force of demigods that was for sure. Abel couldn’t hold a sword like he could hold a pen and parchment. However, it was something that Galarius said that stuck with him for the next few days. Eating away at his conscious. “Graham, there's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be”. Damnit. He wasn’t a warrior, he was a scholar. But. What if they had hieroglyphs they couldn’t read? A monster they didn’t know how to kill? Some live-saving mathematical equation? Which they probably wouldn’t but still. He could solve it. So here he was, sitting at the table surrounded by warriors, a qualified team that he definitely didn’t belong to. Thankfully, Headmistress took the stand and distracted him from his thoughts as he focused in as the noise in the mess hall died down. “Students, as you know tonight we say goodbye and goodluck to our best students and our bravest heroes. May you be victorious in your journey and find that you cannot complete these tasks alone, that you will need to share each others strengths to succeed. Καλὴ τύχη!” The students raised their glass repeating back the greek phrase for good luck, Καλὴ τύχη. It was then that the windows in the mess hall simultaneously exploded and all hell broke loose.

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Character Portrait: Astrid Bergström Character Portrait: Abel Graham Character Portrait: Ophelia Le Clair Character Portrait: Jem Ellis
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It was really no surprise that Ophelia was skipping out on their last dinner before they were to take off. Their last hurrah if you will. She wasn't the jolly type, and stuffing her face until she had to undo the top button on her jeans like some of her peers wasn't high on her list of priorities.

After Astrid had convinced the headmistress it hadn't taken her very long to get around to asking Ophelia to join the team. Regardless of her close friendship with Astrid, Ophelia knew she was a natural choice, with her capabilities and knowledge she would be a great asset to the team. And she accepted the invite easily, she wouldn't leave something as important as their mission to her ignorant peers.

Which is why while everyone was down the corridor being merry, Ophelia was reading through heavy, dusty tombs in the quiet library, hoping to gain one last piece of useful knowledge. However, Etienne her skeletal cat, had started to stir and the ruckus from het mess hall was beginning to deter her from her study. So, with an exaggerated sigh, she flipped the last book closed, tucked it into the returns trolley and headed to the mess hall. She had after all promised Astrid that she would attend.

She slipped through the large doors at the end just as the crowd broke out in the traditional chorus of Καλὴ τύχη. In case you were wondering, Ophelia didn't join in the chant, she merely muttered to herself, "Oui."

Then there was a crashing sound. Large ornate windows ringed the mess hall impressive height and grandeur, and all at once they shattered inward. For a moment Ophelia just gazed skyward as all the tiny shards of glass seemed to hang beautifully, then the feral beasts descended from the sky, following the glass. She recognised them instantly as Harpies but her body couldn't keep up with her brain, as one of the harpies descended straight towards her. It's meaty talons griping Ophelia's bicep, ripping through her t-shirt and skin.

Ophelia was a reader, not a fighter, so she was woefully under equipped to physically fight such a beast. She reached for the nearest table blindly groping for whatever was closest, her fingers snatching up a butter knife. Without thinking, she plunged it straight into the leg of the harpy attached to her. Causing the monster to shriek, releasing her and giving her enough time to duck away, she begun weaving her way through the chaos the mess hall had turned into, heading straight for the long table up the front, where Astrid and the other's had been seated.

She ducked into cover next to the blonde that moment she spotted her, letting out a French curse. "C’est vraiment des conneries!" This is really bullshit. It felt good even if no one would understand her words, and the fact that they slipped out in French revealed how strongly she felt about the situation. Ophelia swiped a hand over the blood rolling down her arm before turning to Astrid, her words directed at her friend this time. "Flight. They're weak against flight." She was racking her brain for any information she knew about harpies and that was all she could come up with. Astrid would know what to do with that information.






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Jem was enjoying himself. Laughing with friends, stuffing his face with food, and far too naïve to worry about what comes tomorrow. The Headmistress had asked him ot join the group heading out, not many people thought he'd be much help but he was the oldest student and Icarus Academy and probably the biggest.

Of course. he'd gotten himself distracted and ended up halfway down the mess hall joking around with some guys he took math with. With a few slaps on the back, Jem headed back to his empty seat, at the front of the room, up next to Able. He slung his arm around the smaller boy's next. "Not long now bud!" He said giving Able's hair a solid ruffle before releasing him to dig into the food.

He had his plate stacked high with food when Headmistress Galarius called for the attention, but added his own loud voice to the rally of "Καλὴ τύχη" that rose around the room. Adding a few solid thumps on the table for emphasis. The everything exploded, shards of glass flying around his ears and screams crying out from every direction. It was absolute chaos.

Jem heard a horrible squalling sound from above and when looked upward he saw horrible, grotesque, flying beasts. Like nothing he'd ever seen before, they for one awful moment hovered above. Then all at once they descended on the mass of students. Jem jumped out of his chair, toppling it as he did.

He watched as one of the horrible things focussed in on Astrid a few metres down from him. It swooped down the blonde girl, talons extended. Jem did the only thing he could think of, drawing on his powers he summoned a flower to bloom inside of the flying beast's mouth. It worked somewhat the of thing paused it's attack, it's half bird, half human face scrunching up before it spat out a crumpled blue mess.

Jem's eyes locked on the slobbery mess that landed on what had been his plate of food. A soggy, blue carnation. He'd been trying to conjure a yellow daffodil that would knock the beast out. When he finally raised his eyes, he saw that the monster had changed targets and was now beating it's wings and charging at him.