[hr] [hider=Idris Orion Abbasi][color=#2e2c2c]. .[/color] [indent][indent][table][row][sup][h1][color=181818][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/b][right][b]▅▅▅▅▅[/b][/right][/color][right][color=D87093]Idris Orion Abbasi[/color][color=181818]...[/color][/right][/h1][/sup][/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]....................................................[/color][img]https://i.imgur.com/EkZ0Sm1.jpeg[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/bhxNUjW.gif[/img] [center][color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub][color=D87093][b]S O N[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=D87093][b]O F[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=D87093][b]A P O L L O[/b][/color] [color=807B84][sup]________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [color=D87093]25 [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Male [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Heteroflexible[/color] [color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color] [color=D87093][b]▹ hair color [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] Black[/color] [color=D87093][b]▹ eye color [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] Brown[/color] [color=D87093][b]▹ height [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] 6' 2"[/color] [color=D87093][b]▹ build [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b] Muscular / athletic[/color] [/sub][/center] [/cell][cell][justify][sup][color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=D87093][b]A B I L I T I E S[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b][b]marksman[/b][/color] - [i]Idris is a master marksman. Owing his talent to a decade of competition shooting, and his father’s bloodline, Idris does not take long to size up a target and lose an arrow. He has won numerous competitions throughout his youth and his early adulthood. Sadly he has never had the pleasure to compete on a national level, a decision by his mother, he has yet to meet someone who can best him at the range. While he has not shot a bow and arrow since his mother informed him about who his father was, there is a sneaking suspicion within his soul that the time away will not matter. He still carries the same weakness that all humans carry with his bow. He can grow tired if he tries to fire too many arrows too fast. As well, he might linger on a target for a second too long which could act as a 'tell' that he is about to fire. On top of that, for most encounters he will be limited to the number of normal arrows he can carry.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]photokinesis[/b][/color] - [i]Idris is also able to create and manipulate structures out of light itself. The luminescence is very high, and direct contact with it will burn the target. He currently has a staff of light, and an arrow, mastered but he has not spent as much time with this skill as he has only practiced it for the past year after learning of his lineage. He can combine the light arrow with a physical bow to launch it as a projectile. Using it this way, Idris imbues the arrow with an explosive effect that turns the arrow into a burningly bright flash-bang that, on impact, will both blind and burn a target with the sheer brightness of the light. Besides the arrow all other constructs are rather weak. All, however, are weak in the absence of light. He can create light in his palm but this magic will always be more powerful under the sun, or a bright enough light source.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]healing[/b][/color] - [i]Unknown to him, Idris does have a passive healing effect that allows him to heal most minor injuries within a short duration.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]master musician[/b][/color] - [i]Unknown to him, Idris singing voice carries a tune that uplifts those that hear it.[/i] [color=D87093][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b][b]cooking[/b][/color] - [i]Idris was practically raised in the kitchen of his mothers restaurant. From the many evenings doing homework behind the register, to learning the process as a teen, all the way to helping his mother run the shop he has a lifetime of experience here.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]life of a party[/b][/color] - [i]In his normal life Idris can be rigid, uptight, and guarded with information. Yet, with a few drinks, the hidden side of Idris comes out. Often, his shirt comes off, he wants to go to the karaoke bar, and he is beyond jovial. He is truly everyone’s friends in those moments. This has had some unfortunate side effects of a phone filled with contacts, friends who always want Idris to come hang out and have another legendary night.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]eyes like an eagle[/b][/color] - [i]Thanks to a decade plus of archery training, and competitions, Idris has a skill at picking out details from afar and this has translated to discerning what is supposed to be in a spot versus something hiding in it. If he was born as the son of another goddess he would make a fantastic hunter. Still, if something is missing if it is not buried he can find it, and if something is hiding he can spot them. As well, he can see clearly when someone is struggling whether physically or emotionally. While he tries to give off an aura of being unbothered, Idris does care deeply about the wellbeing of those in his orbit. Thus, someone who is having a bad time might wake up one day to a knock on the door and a bag of homemade treats with no sign that points towards who delivered it. He might find the time to talk to the person when the two were alone, and impart some wisdom delivered without malice.[/i] [color=D87093][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b][b]guarded[/b][/color] - [i]Idris has not had an easy life. From what he was told he was a friendly, jovial, and laid back child who was exposed to the public education system and suffered in response. When he was young, his kindness and friendly nature were used against him and through this bullying he learned that there are two sides to people, the version the world sees and the version they hide behind the smiles. Even though during highschool his fortunes changed and he became a well known and popular kid, he always views people through the lens of a kid who was bullied relentlessly[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]melee combat[/b][/color] - [i]While Idris has had a few fights fought under the influence of alcohol, he does not have any formal combat training nor does his skillset benefit conflict in close range. He is an archer, he wants to be far away and to use his distance to his advantage. If someone took that away from him he could be quickly defeated.[/i] [color=9b9b9b][b]stuborn[/b][/color] - [i]Once Idris’s mind locks onto something, it rarely lets it go. He could be provided irrefutable proof that he is wrong and he will still try and figure out how he is actually right. Things like grudges, axes to grind, and slights are quick to develop and long to fall away.[/i] [center][color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [color=D87093][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color] [b]caring [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] guarded [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] charismatic [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] observant[/b] [color=D87093][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color] Idris calls the surprisingly mild climate of Halifax, Canada, home. Here he was born to an immigrant mother, and spent his entire childhood without a father. While there were father figures in his life, such as his uncles, grandpa, and neighbors, it was something that did not go unnoticed in Idris’s childhood. He remembers vividly all the times that he asked where his true father was, knowing that these men were not the ones he could call dad. Each time, his mother would get upset and deflect the question away. Outside of these questions, his earliest memories were spent inside his mothers restaurant the “Costal Karahi” where the lamb and goat recipes remain ever popular. When he was old enough to go to school he was enrolled at a public kindergarten and began the march through the grades. Things were easy enough at first, and Idris made a few friends with the kids in his class. It was at this young age his mother forced him to participate in archery. She said it was a noble sport and he would do well to excel in it. While he had an easily seen natural gift for the craft, it wasn’t one he was overly fond of. While the other kids were allowed to play video games, he was always expected to be out back practicing. He was always popular when it came to recess, as he displayed an amazing accuracy even at this young age. One day, in the fifth grade, he embarrassed a particular kid by beating him handily in basketball. The kid quickly ‘befriended’ him and used this time to learn as many embarrassing secrets as he could. Like how Idris was secretly an archer, how he thought he was gifted by the gods with his accuracy, and how he wanted to sing in a boyband like NSYNC or the Back Street Boys. That last was all it took for the bullies to find the blade that would cut the deepest. From fifth grade onward, he was bullied every day and with varied taunts. While it started with the music angle, it soon devolved into whatever the bullies could think of next. Friends would come into his life, Idris would welcome the companionship, and they would once again betray him to gain social standing. Idris kept trying to find a friend but he never did. Instead, he simply kept up with his archery practice, competition, and began to branch out his skills into other sports. One in particular, basketball, seemed to agree with him more than others. He initially started playing on his own during recess one day, hitting shots from further back and with a much higher frequency than anyone else. While his classmates egged him on, a coach saw this and approached him and convinced him to join the team at the upcoming tryouts. No one came close to the accuracy that Idris displayed and he was given a spot on the team. In his eighth grade year they won the championship and it was like a light switch went off. Everyone wanted to be his friend suddenly, wanted to hang out, and wanted to plan for their highschool years together. They may have forgotten the years of bullying they wrought on Idris, but Idris did not. He never forgot. Idris would never give his all in the sport from here on out. He simply stayed on the team to avoid the return of bullying, playing well enough to carry his team through all the various sporting events but never fully committing to using his skills to their full potential. To him that sport was simply a means to an end. Still, he would be remiss to forget that he likely no longer needed to play after his sophomore year and that there were a few genuine, good people who he enjoyed above all else that he played alongside. One, another natural athlete, even had a chance at the NBA that slipped through their fingers later in life. He graduated high school with many people who now considered him a friend, and with fewer people that Idris considered so. College was an awakening of sorts. He was still guarded around the new people, more so even than before, but there was a secret spell that one classmate used to unlock the inner man that yearned for joy, connection, and belonging. Alcohol. At his first frat party he drank just enough that his inhibitions fell, but not enough for his walls to fall in on himself. In this happy medium he became the life of the party. His shirt was lost quickly, its final location unknown, and Idris quickly found his way to the karaoke machine and belted out song after song, from The Offspring. Videos exist of this very moment and most comments follow the same theme. ‘Why can he actually sing though?’ He was everyone's first choice in beer pong or cornhole. The next morning, shame, and the hundreds of texts asking him to come to the next party or to hang out, forced him back behind his walls. The rest of his college years would follow the same pattern, he would get good grades, be pestered to hang out, have a beer which would turn into two, followed by a shame filled morning the next day. When he graduated, he attended many celebrations and had many at his own. He took his degree in accounting and business administration, back to his mothers restaurant to help her take it to the next level. While she appreciated his help and his approach, she knew there was more to life than this for him. She was the immigrant mother who brought this craft to these frigid lands, and she expected her son to do more. So even as he modernized her kitchen, improved her rates with her suppliers, she decided she needed to take the one drastic step she swore to never take. It was time to talk about his father. It was just after his twenty-third birthday when she sat him down and explained who his father was. Apollo. The god of music, marksman, healing, and the sun. At first Idris took this as well as everyone. He thought his mom had gone crazy and immediately he began looking up doctors who specialized in situations like this. But as she explained, the more things made sense. This was the reason he was pushed into archery, why his accuracy with anything he touched was second to none, why he never really got hurt despite the bullying and why he was a viral sight on the internet for his singing. The only aspect of his magic that had to reveal itself was the light, and his mother told a story of him as a baby. With that story, he was suddenly able to reach out to the light and create stuff from it. For the next year, Idris did not touch his primary hobby. His bows collected dust in his storage room as he came to terms with this news. He did practice the light magic, making a walking staff and an arrow out of it. The only time he touched his bow was when he had the bright idea to fire the light arrow from it, and his surprise at it working forced the bow back into the closet once again. He was content to let this knowledge die with him, but his father had other plans. Early this morning, at nearly a quarter to six, Idris went to his mothers restaurant to prepare for the day. He often opened to allow his older mother an extra few hours to rest each day. This day, as he walked through the front door and closed it behind him, he was greeted by the most strange of experiences. In front of him, sitting at the closest table to the door with a lute in hand, was his father. For the first time in his life he was able to put a face to the name, and Idris wanted to fight him in the moment and likely would have if not for the calming melody played by the god. The two would talk for an hour, about who Idris was, what he was meant to be, and this strange camp halfway around the world. Idris did not want to go, but the longer he was around the man the more the music seemed to influence him. Still, Idris refused. That was until the god offered Idris something he couldn’t refuse. It was a simple one, the god could pull some strings and help his mother retire without worry in one year's time if Idris did this one favour for him first. Idris agreed to the proposal in an instant thinking he’d have time to say his goodbyes. Instead, the god pulled a string on the lute and covered Idris in a blinding light. In the next moment he was outside a large metal gate, suitcase in one hand and an overstuffed backpack on his back, and a disdain for the gods. 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