Could I interest you in seeing me again... after hours?
Name: Abel Donovan Howard Oliver Calside (ADHOC)
Age: 18
Sexuality: Heterosexual Biromantic
Grade: 12th
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170 lbs
Likes: Cats, Spicy Food, Rain, Poetry, Gambling (secret), Darts, Pool, Flirting, Gardening, The beach, Cloudless nights, Romantic comedies, Sports of all sorts, spoiling others.
Dislikes: People who take love (as a concept) for granted, Overconfidence, Regulations
Abel is flirtatious, polite, honest, forward, composed, emphatic, assured, generous, modest and charismatic. He is talented in pretty much every aspect, whether it be sports, studies, arts and can decently play four instruments as well as possessing a delicious baritone singing voice. Because of this, he is part of a diverse and varied assortment of clubs in Colville Academy, but he possesses a preference for the host club which he attends without flaw even if it means missing other club duties. He was even thrown out of the swimming team last year after missing an entire month because its schedule clashed with that of the host club. He is very open to pretty much everyone, an excellent listener and occasionally gives random gifts to members of the host club to demonstrate this. That said, he is an irrecoverable flirt who actively purchases all of his female customers and - although some could argue his "fidelity" is lacking - he never leads them on, considering a date to be only a date and not a promise of a relationship. His charming personality and all his qualities which he loves to have on display make him appear as the perfect gentleman, an ideal friend and an excellent host.
However, nobody is as perfect as Abel makes himself out to be and, although he has managed to keep his flaws concealed for the past four years he is actually extremely insecure, nervous and starved for affection. In fact, the main reason he has made himself out to be so "surreal" is to have people appreciate, love, desire and even, hopefully, idolize him. Still, he manages to adequately disguise these flaws behind a carapace of flawlessness and it'd take one quite a bit of talent or - alternatively - trust to ever pierce through it. Even past and current members of the host club are unaware of these flaws at the beginning of the school year.
Abel was born a part of the Calside family, one of the oldest and - incidentally - richest families in all of Europe. His father, a wealthy banker, and his mother, a model, were too busy to ever give Abel much attention and so he was raised for the greater part of his life by his butler, an English gentleman by the name of Marcus who did his best to give him all the education he needed while somehow also finding a way to be cold as a wall. Now it would be incorrect to claim that Marcus was mean to Abel. However, if you said that a rock would've been able to put more emotion into the education of the child, one would be lead to believe you. Abel never so much as had the luxury to see his parents until he had proper bladder control and he didn't get to see them both at once until he was eleven of age. Career, social events, personal affairs all seemed to have precedent over the child who was found to have no real source of love. In the end, Abel reached the age of thirteen not knowing what love was, or that he needed it.
One day however, everything changed when on a whim he left for a walk and encountered a young woman - whom couldn't be much older than himself judged on size and facial features - the young woman smiled to him, patted him on his head and gave him an apple. Abel was stunned and looked down to the fruit with curiosity. "What did you just do?" He asked, uncertain of what sort of alien malady this woman had caught. "Oh, I'm sorry... do you not like apples?" She asked, her smile unfading, her eyes bright as suns. "No... I mean... what is that you're doing with your mouth?" She giggled. In hindsight, Abel realized the girl probably thought he was playing a game. Who could blame her really? "That? I'm smiling." He nodded. "Smiling... what about the apple? Why would you give that to a stranger? Did someone pay you to do it? What do you get out of it?" She looked up to the sky, thought for a second and looked down to him with the same playfulness in her eyes. "Oh, no reason really, you just seemed hungry and I felt like being nice... I guess this is what people call kindness, don't you?" The boy looked down to his apple with a pensive expression. "Kindness... I like it. Thank you." With that he left, he didn't get to see it, but as the woman suddenly realized that he wasn't joking her expression went from genuine happiness to horror.
"Marcus, what's kindness?" The question somewhat threw off the butler, but as his contract had obligated him to he responded with as much detail as possible. "Kindness in a form of positive expression towards another human being - generally in the form of generosity or empathy, which we've discussed earlier - in the guise of selflessness actually used to gain the favors of others in the form of gratitude and positive bonds." The boy looked down to his feet. This was the kind of answer Marcus always gave him. As far as Marcus was concerned, no human behavior was ever genuine, without purpose. "Does it work?" Marcus, for the first time since he'd began raising the boy, actually feigned to smile. "Generally, if you're good enough at it." Abel looked into Marcus' eyes suddenly and furrowed his brow, his way of expressing determination at the time. "I want to get good at it, how?" Marcus was surprised once more by the unusual behavior of the boy whom typically kept to himself, but humored him.
"You can do that by interacting with people, I imagine.
-Where?
-In social situations.
-What's a normal one for people my age?
-I... I imagine school would be one under normal circumstances.
-Can I go to school?
-You'd have to ask your parents about that.
-Could you let me know next time one of them's home? I'd like to ask.
-Why, I guess it won't be any trouble.
-Thank you... Marcus."
And with that, Abel left the room with an unusual spring in his step. The fact that a spring was in his step at all was actually quite surprising. By the following year, Abel entered Colville, from there, he joined the host club and worked eagerly at bettering himself in every possible way to the point where he sometimes denied himself sleep. Four years later, he was the club leader. The rest, is history yet to be written.
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