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Ophelia Le Clair

Queen of all dead things

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

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"Life hurts a lot more than death."xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


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Ophelia can be described, quite simply, as consisting of only hard edges. Though in her experience people tend to prefer the word bitch, which she takes as a glowing compliment. She is completely ruled by sass and spite, even with the few friends she has, sarcastic is her default mode. She is always ready for a verbal battle, her tongue ready to spit out a sarcastic, scathing retort. It's not just her tongue that keeps other at bay though, Ophelia is knows her powers tend to creep most people out, most people don't tend to think of death in a warm comforting light. And she'll use this to her advantage, playing up her creepy side, calling all manner of dead bugs back to life just to trail up the arms of anyone on her bad side.

If you haven't guessed yet, Ophelia isn't the welcoming, friendly type. She doesn't encourage or seek out friendships, and the rare times she does it takes a very special type of person. She believes she has enough friends and feels no need to accept unsuitable people into her inner circle. Once upon a time she used to think the best in people but she has no time for rose-tinted glasses anymore, in her experience people don't get better with more exposure. Ophelia is happy to judge people on a first impression, one dumb or ignorant comment and your done. Especially if that ignorant comment is about Anubis, people seem to forget that he's the protector of the dead, not the cause of it.

To Ophelia you are either a loved, cherished friend, or nothing at all, she doesn't have the time or patience for people who sit in the middle. And to those friends, she is the most loyal friend you could ever ask for, perhaps more loyal than you were hoping for. She'll go to the mat for you without any hesitation, using her finely honed spite to to destroy anyone who even thinks about messing with you. If you dislike someone, she'll hate them, without ever needing a reason to.

Ophelia is also a little on the nerdy side, even though that might be hard to believe given her appearance and tendency to smuggle in alcohol to the academy. But she loves research and studying, she's a bookworm to her very core. She dusted off the Bronte novels when she was 9, and has read every single book on Egyptian gods in the academy's library, twice. Most days you'll find her in her regular spot in the library, right by the fireplace, with her nose is some large dusty book. Her book smarts only adds do her distaste of ignorance.






"How terrible is it to love something that death can touch?"xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


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PARENTAGE | Anubis
NECROMANCY | Ophelia can harness the spirits of the dead, and their death force to practice dark magic. All she's learnt has been the result of lots and lots of study, most spells being bogus or outdated. Her necromancy abilities range from putting a curse of someone to finding lost keys. Though they all involve complicated setups with sulfur, blood and whole lot of other dark art supplies.
DEATH COMMUNICATION | She can communicate with the dead, occasionally there are persistent ghosts that haunt the living which she can see and talk to, but most of her communication with the dead is a result of her necromancy, summoning dead spirits with the purpose of communication.
UNDEAD SUMMONING | Ophelia can bring things back to life, though they never come back just right and there are serious repercussions for these powers. She brought Etienne her neighbours cat back from the dead when she was 8 and ended up in a coma for three weeks. However now Etienne's 3-legged skeleton follows her every move, he was her first familiar, but he has since been joined by a scorpion named Tock.

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STRENGTHS | Ophelia is book smart, she doesn't shy away from a mountain of hard research and is widely read. She knows a whole lot about a lot of dry topics. She's also loyal, never abandoning someone she cares about, or turning her back on them. She has also spent a lot of time practicing and honing her abilities, making her rather adepts at using her magic. Her globe-trotting life style before Icarus Academy means that she has a strong grip of several languages.
WEAKNESSES | For her sharp tongue, she is a small, bone-y person, physically weak and not made for combat. Being that she gets along with just about no one, Ophelia is terrible at teamwork. And people don't want to be on a team with a bitch. Ophelia's loyalty is also a weakness because she backs up her friends too much, drawn to act illogically and unsafely just to support a friend's grumble.
FEARS | Ophelia doesn't have many people who she loves and esteems, so she's devoted to them and losing them would ruin her. She also fears rejection, it's why she pushes people away first before they can do the same to her, rejecting her for her powers ad heritage, labeling her the creepy girl.




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Ophelia's mother's dream was to be a ballerina. She never managed to make anything of herself, but everything in her life was weighed and valued based on hos it affect that dream. Hence, her accidental pregnancy was despised because it threatened that dream, and the resulting child, Ophelia, was a nuisance that got in the way of auditions and rehearsals. And she's never been much more to her mother.

She was born in Paris where she lived until she was 8, and a hint of her rolling french accent can still be heard if you know to look for it. By eight she had already attended two academies and a boarding school, being kicked out of all three for causing trouble, which mostly meant creeping out the other kids. Though back then she didn't mean to, she had a large heart aching for friends, but getting only classmates who hid caterpillars in the bag of the weird girl.

That was when her neighbors cat, Etienne was hit by a motorcycle and died, right in front of her. Using her powers she brought him back to life but fell into a three week coma, giving some of her life force to him. He didn't come back wrong though, he reeked of death and his fur fell off him in patches. Eventually all the fat and fur fell away leaving him with his current skeletal state, but before that their neighbors become horrified by glimpses of their ghost cat haunting the streets. So Ophelia and her mother moved to Barcelona.

They would move about Europe for the next 5 years, never staying in one place longer than 3 months and Ophelia being sent to boarding schools wherever her mother could find/afford. After all even at 37 she still had her one single dream, Demigod daughter or not.

By the time Ophelia turned 13, her mother couldn't send her to Icarus Academy quick enough.

So begins...

Ophelia Le Clair's Story

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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 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.

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Character Portrait: Astrid Bergström Character Portrait: Montgomery Adams Character Portrait: Ophelia Le Clair Character Portrait: Jem Ellis Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Fairchild

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Gwendolyn sat poised at the head of the table quieter than her normal self. The girl with confidence like reinforced steel wasn't used to faltering. Not even her strawberry salad - a favorite - relieved the nerves of her stomach. She could just hear her mother now, Good gods girl - get that nasty look off your face you're going to give yourself wrinkles. Gwen wasn't used to not fitting in, and she imagined her face was red with embarrassment watching the others converse amongst themselves. Why of all people had Headmistress asked her to join? What good would a child of Venus be on a demigod-saving mission? She could just sense the ridicule now. In all honestly Gwen wasn't entirely sure as to why she ended up agreeing in the first place. Maybe curiosity, or maybe she couldn't bear to see Jeremiah do this without her. He was one of the few at the Academy that didn't resent her existence. If anything she just wanted to prove herself, that she truly just wasn't a pretty face. But the longer she sat at the table the more she began to wonder if it was true.

Headmistress's speech was nothing more than a blur and Gwen found herself mumbling "Καλὴ τύχη" along with the rest of her classmates. That was until her shrill scream filled the air as the room practically exploded. She instantly ducked beneath the table gripping the leg of the table with all her might. Gwen squeezed her eyes shut as the sound of screams and horrible squawks filled the air. It was nothing less than a nightmare.

What was she doing? Cowering underneath the table like a first year. The girl would clearly be no help to anyone if she acted like a frightened mouse every time they faced danger. Still, her fear crippled her and it took all her might to peek out from under the table to see the disaster up above. Harpies. Hideous creatures. Even if she dozed off for the majority of her Monstrology class she'd recognize the ugly, oversized chickens anywhere.

Her eyes focused back to the table in front of her and she just caught a rather large Harpy spitting out a crumpled blue mess of what she once assumed were lovely hyacinths. Jem. She would've whooped to congratulate her friend on besting the creature (Jem and her related on the fact that children of goddesses of flowers and beauty weren't known for their combat prowess) only to realize that this instead made him the bird's target. The ugly thing reared its feathers and charged at him and Gwendolyn only had a few moments to react.

She picked up the nearest thing she could, the plate holding her dearest strawberry salad and chucked it at the Harpy like her life depended on it. "Eat this bird-brain!" She really needed to work on her insults. Surprisingly enough, the plate landed its target perfectly smashing into the face of the Harpy who happened to glance in her direction at just the perfect time. Unfortunately for Gwen, she just started perhaps the most frightening game of 'Tag you're It'. The bird shook its head out of daze and charged down the table in her direction. She screamed, tumbling back in her seat holding her hands up in front of her face - if she was going to get mauled by a freaky Big Bird she might as well try and save her face. The Harpy finally reached the edge of the table and leered at her, rearing back an ugly claw ready to rip her to shreds. As it brought down it's claw she clenched her eyes shut, and screamed again - both out of fright and out of a last ditch effort. "Stop!"

Gwendolyn waited. And waited. But the claw never came down. And after she finally had the nerve to slowly open her eyes she was shocked to see the Harpy - completely frozen in place. It took only a few moments to realize what she had done. Gwendolyn had charmspoke her way out of near death.






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Monty was still packing. Not clothes - supplies. Medicine, sutures, his lovely stethoscope given to him by his father, and more medicine. When Astrid approached him asking for help there was no question as to why. She knew that there was a great probability of one of them getting hurt and better him there then no-one. He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't a little bit grateful Astrid had approached him with the offer. Senior year dawning on him had become quiet nerve-racking. Icarus was his home, and had been for the last few years and without it - what was he? The most probable thing for him to do would be to go to Medical School like his mother. While that seemed like the most obvious answer to his future he still couldn't help but feel unsure. Isn't that what he wanted to do with his life?

His thoughts of the future were abruptly brought to an end however when what he assumed was an explosion came from the mess hall. He scrambled to his feet grabbing his bo staff from his closet. It was no secret that Monty was plain terrible at combat, but in the last few months he had been working on some self-defense training with Astrid. The girl was nice enough to offer him help and not to mention she was a terrific sparring partner.

Staff in hand he dashed out of his room and down the long hallway that led from the dormitories to the student lounge then to the Mess Hall. And a mess it was. The second he opened the door to the large space he had to duck down to avoid the claws of - of a harpy? It only took him a few moments to assess the situation at hand, they were under attack. The dreaded demigod curse had finally reached Icarus.

Monty wasted no time in helping as he reached for a cowering student using a chair to shield herself from the ongoing attack. She had a nasty gash in her cheek and Montgomery assumed it had come from the claw of a Harpy. Laceration to the left cheek, heart rate 120, blood pressure 122/74. It was as if a chart had slowly begun to write itself in his mind. He crouched down next to the scared student her eyes wide as saucers, she must've been no older than a second year, and placed a hand over hers. "Hey, listen I'm going to help you okay? I just need you to stay still and take deep breaths with me alright?" He said as calmly as possible amidst the chaos going on around them. His mother would always tell him a distressed patient was never good for the healing process. She nodded slowly and followed his instructions trying to level out her breathing. Montgomery gave her a reassuring smile and after a moment squeezed her hand and closed his eyes. Healing others was always the strangest sensation, and never pleasant. He gritted his teeth as he felt his cheek slowly tear open - mimicking the girls wound. When he finally opened his eyes aside from the girls shocked expression he was grateful to see her cheek was no completely free of any marks or cuts, save for some dried blood where the gash was. He didn't have time to explain to her what had occurred and when he told her to go back to her room she stared at him for a few moments before dashing out the door of the mess hall.

Montgomery could already feel the cut on his cheek begin to heal as he turned back to the chaos around him. He noticed the others (their rag-tag group of heroes) at the table in the front of the Mess Hall battling a particular nasty group of Harpies. He dashed across the room, ducking and dodging the awaiting claws of the monsters sliding into place near Astrid and Ophelia. Not even sparing a greeting his eyes fell to the gash along Ophelia's shoulder and arm. "Ophelia, one got you pretty good didn't they? Let me help" He said extending out his arm for her to take.