[hider=Abel Abramsen][b]Name:[/b] Abel Abramsen
[b]Age:[/b] 24
[b]Gender: [/b]male
[b]Race:[/b] Albmot (dwarf and dark elf)

His origin springs from a love story that is wordlessly fawned over by some and blatantly spat at by most in Abel's small dwarven village, where he lives with his father, Anton. His mother, to him, is nothing but a mysterious storybook character. His father was always one to exaggerate when he told stories, so he doubts that very much of what his father has told him about her is true. Abel’s father is well known throughout the village as a humble, hard working, and good-humored dwarf. 

His reputation was obviously tarnished when he returned one day from a long, arduous trading expedition with a pale, feeble looking child in his arms (feeble meaning he wasn’t nearly as stocky and strong looking as most dwarven babes). Anton had always been Abel’s saving grace, however. Abel had it in his mind that the only reason they tolerated him at all was because of how well liked his father was—as well as how fun it was to crack jokes about how the only reason his mother fell for him was because she likely had a blindfold on. 

[b]Nature: [/b]

Abel is a very independent young albmot who, weathered by years of upturned noses that were a good foot or two below his own, has grown accustomed to a life of solitude. This forced isolation has never stood in the way of his desire for companionship, however. Abel is very outgoing and inherited much of his father’s good humor. He is perhaps a bit egotistical at times, but has never bruised easily- at least not on the inside. He possesses a sharp wit to match the sharp senses he inherited from his mother. Never quite impressed with the ridiculous stories surrounding “how the dwarves came to be” Abel is agnostic and can, at times, be quite cynical. 

[b]Looks:[/b] 

Abel stands at a very “human-like” height of 5’7”, quite stuck between his tall mother and his father, who could just barely get away with calling himself 5’1”. Abel has pointed ears that seem a bit dulled in comparison to the few pure elves he’s seen. He has light brown hair that is often tied at the nape of his neck in a short pony-tail with almond shaped eyes that are a light grey-green color. Although it was a term he was accustomed to hearing back home, Abel is by no means scrawny. He stands on a good middle ground. He isn’t nearly as strong as some, but knows how to take a hit as well as return the favor. (That being said, mindless competitions of brute strength have never been very appealing to Abel. He prefers to think his way out of most situations.)

[b]Class:[/b] Summoning

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Being the “filthy mixbreed” that Abel is, friends were not a luxury he found himself in possession of. When he was 7 years old, Abel witnessed a young human mage summon a small beetle-like spirit just outside a shop he and his father were purchasing supplies from a few towns over. The boy extended a small hat to the crowd as the tiny beetle stood on two legs and spit fire into the air in the shape of a circle. Some members of the crowd stopped and dropped coins into the child’s hat. Others stopped to ruffle the boy’s hair and commend him for being such a skilled summoner at such a young age. 

He immediately told his father of what he had witnessed. His father, being the kind hearted man he was, supported the idea and bought him several books to train with over the coarse of several years. At first, his desire stemmed from impressing the other dwarves with what a powerful summoner he would be. It wasn’t until his first summon, when he was 11 years old, that he learned the true value of the skill. He couldn’t make friends… but he could summon them. 
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Abel has made pacts with four different spirits thus far:

--[i]Pavel[/i] (wood) : A Chinchilla spirit. Abel’s first and weakest summon. He is completely useless in battle. 
--[i]Ruuti[/i] (wood) : A Maned Wolf spirit. He is very versatile and attacks quickly. 
--[i]Tiburtius[/i] (soil) : A Massive Mountain Lion. He is very strong and very stubborn. By far, Abel’s most abrasive summon. 
--[i]Selin[/i] (water) : A Massive Vanilla Python. She is the largest and most powerful of Abel’s summons. Abel has only recently acquired Selin.

[b]Story: [/b]

Abel grew up in a small dwarven village whose name he would never dream of providing to a newcomer should he be forced to explain how dreadfully puny and crude it was. He spent his childhood days exploring the nearby forest with imaginary friends and eventually some of his summoned spirits. 

He had virtually no friends growing up, although he often thinks of a dwarven girl named Abbygail whenever he thinks that to himself. His father was quite certain the girl, who was only a year or two younger than Abel, had a massive crush on him. She once left a batch of flat, rock-hard homemade cookies on his porch for his 6th birthday. He actually chipped one of his teeth while attempting to eat it. Later that day he took them to a nearby pond and skipped them on the water. Every year after that, the cookies reappeared, growing less hard and “skip-worthy” by the year. 

By the time he turned 18, he actually looked forward to receiving them. That was the year he found the cookies stomped and smashed outside the door. Later that day he’d spotted her crying behind some crates in the market place with mud all over her frizzy red hair.  He left her alone.

When he wasn’t out exploring (something he often got the opportunity to do with his father being the local traveling trade merchant), he had his nose deep in a book. Knowledge was not an attribute that dwarves tended to emphasis and Abel gave up on trying to fit in at an early age. He was more-or-less an obedient son, if not a bit lazy when it came to helping out at times. He and his father tended to keep to themselves when they were around each other. They connected on very few levels. Abel never had much interest in learning how to arm wrestle or down 10 gallons of ale in under 30 minutes without barfing. 

In spite of his filling the role as the village outcast, Abel refers to his childhood as being an overall pleasant one. He doubts he would have enjoyed spending time with the dwarves even if they had accepted him with open arms. He never imagined he would be staying in the dwarf village his whole life- not when there were so many other places to go. 

[b]Motive:[/b] Abel’s father has passed away. With no further reason to stay in his dreary little dwarven village, Abel feels he must move on to bigger and better things. He considers himself to be a very adept young summoner and figured the King would be overjoyed to have him among his ranks. As he turned around for one last glance at his poor excuse for a home, he spotted little Miss Abbygail standing at the village gate with a small white handkerchief pressed beneath her big, rosy round nose. [/hider]

[b]From [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/86326-stories-from-idumea-children-of-avveel/ic]Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel[/url][/b]