User:Furoris/Sandbox

Name: Abraham Fable

Gender: Male

God Parent: Poseidon, Hephaestus, Zeus

Current Age: 19

Mortal Parent: Nikki Fable

Appearance: Abraham stands at 5'10" with medium, brown-tinted black, disheveled hair that he doesn't like to cut. His hairstyle incorporates some gel but only to keep the hair above his forehead in check. Abraham has light caramel-coloured skin that can be attributed to his Greco-Indian heritage. His eyes are a dark brown which are only made to look even darker by his unnaturally long eyelashes. He has generally high cheekbones and a well pronounced jaw that leads to his sometimes out-of-character double chin. Abraham has dark laugh lines that draw lines between his cheeks and nose.. He likes to grow and keep some extremely short stubble to maintain a wilder, more rigid look. Abraham also has wide shoulders which are well accentuated by his shoulder muscles and back muscles. His chest muscles are strong and extremely visible, but they are the only droolworthy part of his upper torso. Abraham has a washboard tummy and a "treasure line" leading down from his midriff to his pelvic area. His biceps are of medium-size, not too big, and not too small, however they are lightly toned. He also has lightly hairy legs and feet that are covered only by size 10 shoes.

Abraham generally wears a white crewneck shirt underneath a navy blue military style shirt jacket. He likes to pack his Aviators wherever he goes but only wears them if the sun is being a hassle. He also dresses in a dark blue and almost black pair of jeans. Underneath his white ankle-high socks, Abraham walks around in a pair of grey flat-footed sneaks that have a brown-rubber sole and white rubber trim on the lower edges of the shoes.

Personality: At first glance, Abraham might not look to be the most outgoing person; his dark clothes and inexistent smile in public are a dead giveaway that he'd easily just be another good-for-nothing teenager. However, with friends and people he likes, Abraham is easily the most playful person you could meet. His happy-go-lucky personality naturally draws people in and his witty sense of humour keeps them entertained. Although he can be a very nice, open, and non-judgemental person, some think that his intense loyalty and somewhat short-temper would be his main flaws. When angry, Abraham's blood boils and tosses like the waves of the sea. He can be utterly ruthless to those who double-cross him, but he tries his best to avoid uncomfortable situations like those. Abraham likes to think of himself as a fair and just person, but sometimes he can't help but be biased. He doesn't feel jelousy like some around him, but every once in a while, he'll feel like he's not up to par with everyone else.

Abraham enjoys talking to other people and has always dreamed of going on an adventure. He would do anything to travel the seas and fight the kinds of imaginary monsters that he regularly sees in his favourite storybooks and video games.

History: On what was just another normal day, Nikki was out and about with her loving boyfriend, Brendan. After a quick shop-till-you-drop session (that Brendan seriously did not enjoy) through the urban jungle that was Toronto, the two decided to make their way down to the waterfront where the great Lake Ontario resided. Whilst in a nearby ice-cream shop, Nikki noticed a man watching her as she ordered her double mint-chocolate and Brendan's Triple Rocky Road cones. He was good-looking. Very good-looking. Jet black hair with sparks of grey and stubble that made pronounced his masculinity and gave him a sharp-edge look. He was wearing white board shorts and a blue plaid shirt with pure black aviators that rested on his disheveled hair. His age was something she couldn't guess since he couldn't have been anything more than a little older than her. Not knowing who he was, she dismissed the subject and returned to her date.

A little more than a year later, single and bored, Nikki decided to return to the beach where she had her last date with Brendan. She could barely get over him, he was her everything but learning that he cheated on her was something she couldn't take. It felt like he was the drug that she needed, but just couldn't have. And that was when she remembered. The handsome model-like man who was checking her out that day a year ago. ''If only I could have dated him instead. He seemed like a real man, nothing like...Brendan. ''As if God had answered her prayers, there he was again. Strolling down the beach, his body glistening as the sunlight shone on him. It was as if she was in a movie. Within seconds, he was in front of her and he suddenly stopped as if he himself had seen a goddess. Nikki wasn't anything special. She was Canadian-born, her parents were immigrants from India. She had light brown skin and a slim, curvy figure with brown hair that ran down to her lower back. With a dazzling white smile, the man sparked a conversation with Nikki. It was all too good to be true she thought. It was around three months into their relationship when her boyfriend told her the truth.

"The thing is babe, I've been lying to you this entire time. You're amazing, and you deserve to know the truth. Who I really am. What I really do."

''No, please. Don't ruin what we have. I don't want to lose you. ''"Don't tell me. I just...don't want to lose you."

"Let me show you."

That night, Nikki must have fell for him all over again. Poseidon. God of the Seas. She made love to a God. Well wasn't that surprising. Poseidon could only stay for so long though, he had to leave. Work was to be done in Olympus, and as a part of the Big Three, his job was one of the most important ones. He told her everything she needed to tell their child. And after only three months, he was gone, into the blue. Literally. He actually walked in the sea and vanished.

Around a year later, Nikki was in the hospital, ready to give birth to her newborn child. No one but her mother was at her bedside. The man who had gifted her this amazing new child was nowhere to be seen. But she knew why. She knew what she would tell her child. Nikki knew the dangers of her bringing this new life into the world, but somehow, she just couldn't resist it. Part of her wanted something to remember him by, another part of her just didn't want to erase this one from existence. It felt wrong. Hours of labour later, the high-pitched screaming of a caramel coloured baby echoed through the halls of the hospital. Into the world came Nikki's newborn son. She would call him Abraham, after the man who was a great leader. He'll become a great leader, just like his father. That was all she could think of as she raised him, her beautiful little demi-god.

In his early years, Nikki would sometimes get dirty looks for being the single mother. Especially since she was of Indian descent, those who shared her culture would frown upon associating with her. It was only Nikki and his Grandma who were in Abraham's life. He didn't have much of a childhood, moving from place to place because of his mother's job. Abraham didn't ask about his father until around the age of 6 when he watched his friends from school get dropped off and picked up by either their fathers or their mothers.

"He was a man of action and he loved his outings at the sea. He'd go for weeks at a time. We even met at the beach, honey. He could never sit still, like the sea. I think you've both got the ADD gene. ", his mother would tell him often. Abraham's father was also Greek, which was another reason why Nikki and her family was shunned by their Indian relatives and friends. As a child, Abraham would always see things that no one else could. People with one eye, pets that didn't look like they could be domesticated or fit into a handbag for that matter.

At 10 years old, Abraham knew he wasn't like everyone else. He hated what he was born into. He was constantly moving since his mother was serving with the Canadian Navy. Dyslexia and ADD always had him failing in his classes even though he swore he would do well if he could only read the work he was assigned. Abraham was always at sea, but that was what made his life worth living. He swore he could look out through the portholes and over the deck all day long since it made him feel as if he was at home. Sometimes he would wonder if that was why his mother had chosen the life at sea. It was as if she was always looking for something. It couldn't have been his dad though, he was dead. He had died in a car crash right before Abraham was born. Abraham didn't have many friends, everytime the Navy stationed the family in a new area, they would have to leave before Abraham could really get close to anyone. Life at sea could get boring though, and once in a while, Abraham would wish he could go on an adventure. One day, his wish came true.

Venice, Italy was beautiful. Abraham was 11 years old and it was as if he had found the place where he wanted to live for the rest of his life. His mother had quit the Navy, opting to go into Marine Engineering instead. After receiving her first paycheck, she took him out to watch "Clash of the Titans", it was featured in Italian but it had English subtitles. Either way, Abraham knew he wouldn't enjoy the movie since he wouldn't understand a thing. However, he was mesmerized by the way the hero, Perseus, battled the evil monsters and saved Princess Andromeda. Leaving the theatres, the candy-filled and sugar-high little Abraham jumped up and down as he describe the entire movie, scene after scene to his mother. She couldn't help but smile as her baby was feigning death as he re-enacted Medusa's death. "Mommy, I wish I could be a demi-god, that was sooo cool!" Nikki laughed out loud and told him that it was just a movie. I'm so dumb, Abraham thought, Gods and Heroes aren't real.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Nikki decided to cut through an alley a few blocks away from their home. As the two strolled through, Abraham could hear hissing from behind the dumpsters lining the walls. The two slowed down, for fear of a wild animal and decided to turn back. But that was when they saw him. Right behind them, literally inches away from their faces stood a pale woman in a large black overcoat. Abraham was too short and he couldn't see much. All he saw were the snake-like body that slithered out from underneath the coat. They didn't look like any Nikes he'd seen. "Sorry, excuse us.", said Nikki as she tried to maneuvre her way out of the dangerous situation. The pale-faced beauty/snake-thing began to come even closer and began to draw its hand out from inside it's coat. She seized Nikki's arm and wouldn't let go. The hissing from before began to draw closer, getting louder by the second. Before they knew it, both mother and son were surrounded.

Abraham didn't know how to react and he started crying, "Mommy, I'm scared!"

Nikki didn't panic. She had forgotten to wear her perfume. She should've known. ''How could I have been so careless? ''Within seconds, she was out of the woman's grip, and she threw herself into a fighting stance. She looked down at her child and yelled, "Now! Run! Take my cellphone and speed dial number 7"

Abraham began to cry harder as he saw two more things coming out of of the alley. Their red eyes flowing through the shadows as if they were from hell itself. "But why mommy?!"

"Just do it!", she yelled, fighting back tears. Abraham grabbed the cellphone from her hand and began to run down the alley. "έλα εδώ", said one of the Scythian Dracanae infront of him, trying to grab his little body. Somehow Abraham translated that into "Get over here!". Abraham wondered how his Mother knew what the monsters looked like, but realized she could probably see them like he could. Before his grandma died, she always said that the monsters were just a figment of his imagination. Abraham slid under through its legs, seeing the scaley lining on them. Picking himself up, Abraham was about to dash out of the alley when he heard a loud crash and saw as the Snake-lady tossed his mother across the alley and towards him. A resounding crack made him shudder as his mother's nearly lifeless body lay infront of his feet. She lifted her bloody head for the last few seconds she had on this earth.

Abraham slowly turned towards his mother, barely believing what was happening. His eyes red from crying, he shouted, "Mommy!", hoping his screams would drive the evil monsters away. "You really are a demi-god, honey, I love you!", Nikki whispered back to him as she placed a necklace with a trident charm on the end in his hand. "Run, baby! Be safe and find your father!"

"Be safe and find your father"

Those were the words he repeated to himself every night. Abraham couldn't stop but wondering. ''Isn't my Dad dead? How am I a demi-god? I couldn't even fight those demons back, I'm no Perseus, I'm just a wuss.''

Abraham never speed dialed the number that his mother told him to call. Instead he called the Police. It seemed like the rational decision at the time. '' Single mother and former Canadian Navy Officer'  murdered in Venician alleyways. Robbery gone wrong.'' Nobody believed him, it was just a bunch of local thieves that were on a rampage. At least that's what the cops thought. They didn't know what he saw. The monsters. It had been two years since then, Abraham was in a military boarding school back in Canada. His favourite class was P.E. It was the only time he was in the water. That's where he felt all his worries wash away. Abraham wore his mother's trident necklace religiously, it was all he had left. Well that and that old piece of crap Motorola Razr that his mother tossed him the day she died.

As class was ending, Mr. Vertes, Abraham's Ancient History teacher, asked for Abraham to stay behind while everyone else left. At first, Abraham was afraid he was in trouble, but in all actuality, Mr. Vertes only wanted to congratulate Abraham on getting his first A. "Perhaps you should look into a career in history, you seem to be doing pretty good with the Greek parts especially." Abraham accredited it to his partial Greek heritage, but Mr. Vertes was nonetheless as supportive as can be and insisted that he take the AP version next year. It was why he liked his Ancient History teacher so much. It was like he understood everything Abraham was going through. As Abraham left the classroom, he sensed someone stalking him through the hall. Turning around, he saw one of the upper classmen. "What do you want, Javier?"

Javier was a big, fat bully. Literally. Everyday, he and his cohorts would pick on Abraham. "Hey, Retard kid, what were you talking to that dumbass teacher about?"

"Nothing, asshole, leave me alone.", Abraham said grimly as he attempted to walk away. "Was it about your mom? Yeah, I'd guess so. If you're stupid, then she must have been the queen of idiots! I mean, who goes into an alley at night?", Javier said, sparking Abraham's rage and giving something for his equally idiotic friends to snicker about.

Abraham stopped. He clenched his fists and his eyes began to water. "Don't you dare talk about my mom that way."

"Why, what're you gonna do about it, crybaby?", Javier replied, snickering at his witty comeback.

In a flash, Abraham's scowl and red, tear-filled eyes were all the chubby bully could see as he ran at the bully screaming, "OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" and punching the fat boy with all his might.

The water fountains on either side somehow malfunctioned and blasted water toward the ceiling, creating a rainy effect. Before long, the sheer number of opponents Abraham had to face was too much. They beat him into a bloody pulp and before long, the janitor heard the fighting and ran down to see what was happening. The bullies dashed through the hallway and back to their dorms as Abraham lied in the puddle of water. The cold water that deflected off the ceiling stung the cuts and bruises that his bullies had inflicted and all he could see was an old sickly-thin man trying to grab his attention before everything went black.

The next thing Abraham knew, he was in the infirmary. It hadn't been forever since he'd been there. Last time, he had a broken nose. Perhaps he had taken it to far when he punched the fatass. But damn, that felt good. He looked around for something to do, his ADD not letting him rest. To his left, he found the old Razr that his mother had given him. Opening it up and turning it on, he looked at the date. It was still the day that he last turned it off. The day his mother died. He was amazed the battery even lasted that long. it was as if it was magic or something. ''What if...? Why not?'' Holding the button for 7 down, he saw the phone saying, "Dialing Camp Recruiter" Struggling to put the phone up to his ear, he nearly dropped it when he heard the voice on the other side.

"I see you want to know who you really are. Come to Long Island Sound. Ask for Camp Half Blood. See you soon, Abraham."

He was only 13 when he left the school. By the time Abraham had gotten to Camp Half Blood, he was nearly 19.

Possessions/Weapons: Abraham's most prized possession is the sharktooth necklace that his mother gave him on the day she died. It was a symbol of his strength and reminded him of a phrase she always used to tell him, "Brave men do brave things." It was a great white's tooth and it was strung through a piece of brown string.

"Waterfall" - When Abraham flips open his black Motorola Razr and presses and holds the number 7, his phone turns into a double edged celestial bronze blade that runs about 3 and a half feet long with a leather wrapped grip and a hilt that is ice cold. It also has a perfect balance that Abraham weilds perfectly. At the bottom of the blade is a blue trident and along the blade is the greek word for Waterfall written sideways. Waterfall has the ability to return to Abraham's pockets wherever it is thrown. Whenever he uses his powers or gets angry, the sword adorns a light blue aura and the blade becomes ice cold but it can only freeze the water that it touches.

Furoris (talk) 01:16, September 13, 2014 (UTC)

Comments

 * Please expand on the nature of Poseidon and Nikki's relationship, namely how long they were together and when Poseidon left.
 * Please expand on the details of his early childhood before the age of 10
 * What were the monsters that attacked him in the alley?
 * Unless his mother was a demigod the monsters would not attack her, especially since their main prey had escaped.
 * Was his mother clear-sighted?
 * After his first monster attack he should be attacked at least once every following year. As he is a child of the Big 3 there would likely be even more attacks.
 * Latin is pretty difficult for Greek demigods to read because their brains are hardwired for Ancient Greece.
 * Chiron is no longer the Camp Director, we operate with Alexander the Great as our director, and unfortunately he does not leave camp to retrieve demigods, even children of the Big 3.
 * Please detail his journey to camp and any monster attacks he may have encountered along the way.
 * In my opinion, the fact that the sword can freeze anything is a little overpowered. You could perhaps have the ice cold temperature of the sword as a passive ability.