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Abel Francis

"Well, now, aren't you a pretty thing?"

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a character in “The Olympian Academy”, as played by HadoukenLSD

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Full Name: Abel Mathew Francis
Age: 18
Godly Parent: Hypnos
Birthdate: 18th of August.
Home Town: El Dorado County.
Sexuality: He's pretty sure he's straight.

Likes:
*Poetry
*Art
*The Smiths
*The Velvet Underground
*Joy Division
*Heroin
*Formal attire (waist coats, jackets, ties etc)
*Coffee & cigarettes
*Hot breakfasts
*Intellectual conversation

Dislikes:
*Stupid people
*Bad hair
*Liars
*Being late
*Withdrawals
*Rap music
*The smell of incense
*Materialistic women

Fears:
*Heights
*Losing people
*Irrational phobia of having dirt under his fingernails
*Women who are smarter than him

Personality: Abel is a huge fan of the English language. He loves the way words can be formed to make beautiful poetry, how words can be used to share an experience with someone else, to make them fall in love you or to crush their spirits. He likens words to magic. Abel generally presents himself as an intelligent, well-dressed and very polite young guy who is rather charming. He's used to having women in awe of him, perplexed by the almost mysterious aura he gives out. However, there are many sides to Abel rather then just this picture-perfect facade.

Abel can lie like crazy, and so prettily! He doesn't really enjoy sharing much of himself with others, there are some things he'd much prefer to keep hidden, such as his heroin use, his on-and-off depression and certain elements of his past. He can withdraw into very dark, gloomy and sometimes violent moods. Generally, having many people observing him prevents this from happening, as his ego is too huge to be crushed by a lack of control. Oh, yes, he can be very condescending if given the circumstances. He is also known for being highly suggestive, persuasive and manipulative. He isn't shy of the guilt-trip or the sympathy card, if he needs them. He's in fact, prepared to do almost anything to achieve his goals.

He rarely grows attached to people, seeing most as mere tools along his road to success. He will use, and abuse is necessary, though he prefers not giving himself away. Subtlety is the key.

Abel also suffers from a terrible insomnia which has left him to many nights of chain-smoking and dark philosophies. Now days, he drinks far too much coffee and tries to live with the fact that sleeping just isn't going to happen for him. When it does happen for him, the dreams are usually dark and twisted like gnarled trees and even, on several occasions, he has dreamed something which... came true.

History: Some people, if they knew Abel, might want to excuse his often devious ways on the type of upbringing he had. His mother was a stripper and always seemed to be bringing home random men, none of them very nice guys. When Abel was a kid, at first he didn't think much of it. He seemed to have a lot of friends who knew of his mother's profession and they always wanted to come around to his house. Later on, he realized that this wasn't what he wanted himself and his mother to be known for and it began to bother him, making him angry at his mother. He was also often shouting at her mother's random men, taking it all out on them. They were all nothing but sleazeballs and he hated how they took advantage of his mother.

That wasn't the only problem. By the time he was about thirteen, his mother went through a suicidal stage. A particularly despised memory of his is having to rescue his mother when she attempted to hop into a bath tub with an electrical appliance. Another was nursing his mother after her abortion.

Around the time he turned sixteen, he started using heroin. The perfect numbness of it made everything feel okay for just one moment. It became his favorite thing... until Lilly, of course. She was into the drug as much as he was and she'd been there a lot longer then him. Her back story made his seem like a fairy-tale. She confided in him and she was the only one who knew about everything... She was more beautiful then a sunrise, more glorious then the Gods themselves.
Then everything turned upside down when she overdosed. It was fatal.

Abel made a vow to close his heart off after that. It ripped him in half. All of the love he had placed into her perfection, gone. He often blamed himself, as he was there and did not save her. Well, he had tried but he wasn't enough. The worst was that he should've known. He had dreamed of it, yet ignored it as nothing more then folly. He'd learned to take the dreams a bit more seriously.

Then there was the day his mother, in her distress said that she had something she needed to tell Abel about, something she should of told him a long time ago. She also said she couldn't afford to look after him anymore, things were to hectic, she was a bad mother, all the rest. She told him that she had slept with a God, Hypnos himself and that Abel was the result. Abel didn't believe her, naturally. Surely this was just some ploy to get him to leave. He took her advice anyway and headed of to the academy, expecting nothing unusual.

He wasn't disinclined to go as living with his mother wasn't exactly a dream come true and he was curious about what knowledge this academy would have to offer. Yet here he was, and all of what she had told him... well it turned out to be true. It explained the dream, didn't it? Explained the insomnia, the lack of a father in his life? And once again, he should have known. He'd dreamed it, of course.

Anything else? Abel has two tattoos. One, in italics on his left wrist 'Jesus's son', the other, across his heart in cursive, 'Here, you live', both very sentimental to him, both things he would be unlikely to share with others.

So begins...

Abel Francis's Story

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The needle fell to the floor with a soft clatter as Abel's head rolled back. The soft grey of the morning spilled through the window as he gently embraced euphoria in this all-too-familiar habit. He closed his eyes, listening to his heart beat, reminding him for some reason of the sound of church bells. This grace could not be competed with, he thought.

Well, aside from Lilly, of course. She was angels incarnated, her very breath a symphony so elegant the Gods themselves could not describe it. He had lost her to this drug, to this perfect rush of everything and nothing all at once. It could not fill the space in his heart she had torn out when she departed, but it could make him fell home for just a moment...

He had barely slept at all last night, haunted by visions of Lilly's gentle face, watching her fade away before him, lost like a shade to the Underworld. He'd down more coffee in the past twenty-four hours then he had in the entire week preceding this one and it probably still would not be enough to combat with the drowsiness that would accompany this morning's fix.

Warmth raced through him, butterflies danced in his stomach... It was as if he were falling in love all over again. He lifted his mp3 player from the table and plugged it into his ears, Joy Division wailing mournfully as the rush subsided and his body became his own again.

He was already dressed and ready to go, a tight brown leather coat accompanied his black pants, white collared shirt and shined black shoes. Verging any lower than this is respectability was an ultimate sin in his eyes. Of course, his hair had grown slightly greasy and this must be attended to post haste.

Fortunately for him, Psychology was the first class of the day, one of which he needed to pay little attention in. The ways of the human mind, how to persuade it, probe it, heal it, destroy it... This was his forte. There was little they could teach him that he didn't already know.

He needed more coffee. His body was heavy and his eyes desired nothing more than to fall back into sleep. He moved to the cafeteria, almost zombie-like but with a lot more ego and helped himself to coffee. Strong, black coffee. He couldn't possibly stomach food, the drug was making him feel slightly nauseous and he rarely had an appetite anyway.

He sat down, sipping at the strong brew before him and gazing around at the others occupying the cafeteria with analytical eyes that pried. His head fell lower and lower towards the table, struggling not to disappear into the land of the dreamers. Perking his head up, he drained the hot drink in but moments, scalding his lips and tongue in the process.

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The warm water cascaded off of Jezebel's form as she showered, singing 'Lovesong' by The Cure to herself softly. She was more than awake, she was excited. Other than animals, there wasn't a thing she adored more than learning. Truly. Besides, there were so many interesting characters at The Academy and she was desperate to converse with them all. Well, bar a couple who just didn't really seem all that friendly.

When she had finished showering, she dressed herself in a green t-shirt, a long, semi-transparent white skirt and black, low-heeled ankle boots. She draped her brown, knitted scarf around her neck then proceeded to apply mascara to her lashes. She brushed out her golden hair and braided a small chunk, weaving a raven's feather within and places a white beanie on her head. Feeling satisfied with her appearance, she began the journey towards class.

She was always the punctual type. Getting up in the morning was never a worry for her, she wasn't a huge fan of sleeping anyway. It seemed like a waste of time to her. Why sleep when she could be learning, right? Mathematics was first on the agenda today, and she was absolutely pumped for that. Sarcasm. Of all the things she could be learning about, it just had to be stupid mathematics, didn't it? The single most boring, most frustrating topic on the planet. Anything would be more entertaining than this. Never the less, learning was learning and she supposed the dreaded maths was actually pretty significant in it's own way, being the universal language and all that, and she supposed that sacred geometry stuff was kind of cool but still... numbers, man. Numbers frustrated her.

It was still surreal to her, being here. She, Jezebel Oak Judeka, was the daughter of a Goddess. No matter how many times she said it to herself, no matter how long she spent at The Academy, she still found it difficult to believe. She was in constant speculation and believed she may wake up from this bizarre but fantastic dream at any moment.

She put it to rest, because it just wasn't going to make sense to her any time soon and busied herself instead with ideas of who she might annoy today. Abel, perhaps... Or Wesley, maybe. The idea of extracting knowledge from these guys made her giggle with anticipation.

But first, maths. She groaned inwardly as she arrived at the class room, frowning childishly with her head down. She perked up a little when she saw she wasn't the only one here. Company was good, yes. "Good morning!" she squealed joyfully, professing her usual exuberant and overly-friendly demeanor at the people she hadn't really been acquainted with. "Are you guys any good at this maths stuff? I think it's a terrible way to start the morning, personally".

Jezebel wasn't the type to stay focused on any one thing, so almost instantly after she had spoken she began playing with her hair while she pondered a Hell in which numbers ruled over words, mathematical Gods forcing their ideals upon all present, codes and equations lining the walls with no escape least you can figure a way to divide by zero... She shuddered at the thought.