Adam Redd

[Adam Redd]

DARKENED WATERS

the BASICS

Name: Adam Redd
Nicknames: Redd
Age: 22
Gender: Male
DoB: 15/July
Sexuality: Straight
Class: Middle
Group: Assassin

the DESCRIPTION

Celeb Claim: Gaspard Ulliel
Appearance: Adam has the appearance of a refined young gentlemen. But looks can be deceiving. Usually dressed up in a dark clad suit, Adam has a simple style to him. He doesn't choose to stand out, but somehow in the end it always happens. He considers himself a sharp dresser, he always makes sure to look his best (especially) when completing a job. Getting blood on his attire is a terrible pet peeve of his, but sometimes it can't be avoided.

His hair is cropped short, just barely making itself past his ears. It's also naturally straight, so Adam rarely has to manage it. Small bangs flop down covering most of his forehead, and other times (depending on the weather) it flows backwards or straight out. It has the hint of dark brownish color just a fade away from being black.

Now Adam's face has a certain model-esque shape to it. Of almost perfect proportion, and an angular chin. He possesses the trademark high cheekbones of his father's family, and his mother's full lips. A sharp thin nose and two narrow blood curdling eyes make up the rest of his face. Whenever possible, Adam likes to look dead straight into his target's eyes. Most likely it would be the last thing they see. And if they get a chance to, they might notice they have a light aqua tint to them. Not that they could ever tell anyone.

Taller then most standing at nearly 6'3'', Adam is one to tower over others. His athletic body is long and lean, his legs must at least stretch out most of his body. Muscles don't exactly bulge out from under his clothes, but if you saw his body you would see he is well fit. He may not look like it at first, but Adam does possess a great amount of strength. Not monstrous, but enough to do his job well. Because of his height his arms are pretty long too. His hands are able to hold his entire face, and his shoulders are broad.

His skin has this smooth porcelain tone to it. At times even giving him a ghastly appearance. He's as white as they come, it was just the type of family he was born into. Adam also bears this unique smile only to him. When he was young and just barely fending for himself he tried to fight off a thief. Things didn't turn out that well, but he did get away. Adam was knifed straight in the face, and the scar still remains on his cheek. It only adds to his looks, helping his smirk become even more attractive to the eye.

But ever since that day he vowed to never let another knife cut his body. He may have one or two on his back, but Adam's become tough enough to take care of himself well. Especially in fights of course.

Personality: Adam doesn't have much compassion for others. His heart is as cold as his deep stare. He doesn't live for anything but himself. There is a back story to this, but let's save that for later. Because of this mindset he can do his job well. He holds no attachments, and therefore it is nearly impossible for anyone to find a weakness. They are there, but hidden behind his 'cool guy' persona facade. He doesn't show expression much, and he's good at not faltering. It's a part of his stoic personality, and it works for what he does.

He can be suave when he wants to be, but his words hardly ever hold any true endearment. It's possible for someone to come along and change this, but he doesn't believe it's likely. When things get too clingy he leaves without a word for it to be hanging in the dark. He doesn't care, but in the end all of this is so he doesn't get hurt again.

Living by the creed, Adam stays his blade away from innocent flesh. If necessary he will fight, but never has he killed a civilian. He only does what his job requires of him.

Adam isn't afraid to kill, never will he hesitant. In his mind though what he is doing is justice. He believes in the people he works for, and that what he is doing is for the greater good. He has an 'absolute' sense of justice. He'll kill whoever to save many, but only for a good reason.
Likes:
- Smoking
- Cold nights
- Alcohol
- Reading
- Classical music
- Dogs
- Luxury
- Eating
- Money
- Relaxing in quiet rooms
- Walking
- Crowded areas (easier to blend in)
- Coffee (black)
Dislikes:
- Cats
- Clingy women
- Children
- Anyone, other then the people he works for, telling him what to do
- Driving (walking makes it much easier to gather your thoughts)
- Beer (wine is so much better)
- Loud persistent people
- People who won't back down
- Mornings (adam likes to sleep in as much as he can)
- Getting his clothes ruffled up
- Wearing bright colors
Strengths:
- Persuasion; he's a talker
- Strength; training does a body good
- Stealth; don't worry, you'll never see it coming
- Personality; sometimes not worrying/caring about anything makes it easier to get things done
- Keen eye; adam is always aware of his surroundings, he notices things easily
Weaknesses/Fears:
- Death; humans are fragile, even adam has his off days
- Love; the worst pain of all
- Food; he does a lot, adam's stomach is a bottomless pit. if he doesn't eat he get nauseous (which happens quite often)
- Lungs; he smokes a lot, it'll get the best of him one day. he is quick on his feet, but he does breathe heavily more so then others
- Guns; such a brute cowardly weapon, they are terribly hard to avoid though. adam prefers knives.

the FAMILY

Parents:
Mother: Denise [38] Deceased
Father: Adam [40] Deceased
Siblings:
Younger sister: Adele [8] Deceased
Other Family:
N/A
History: Adam was born into a relatively well financed family. They once lived in the upper class district, but a raid that went on in their vicinity changed all of that. Thieves and general vigilantes alike chose to take over their small suburban neighborhood and were all too successful. His father was a well known business man, his mom a classy housewife. At only 13 years of age he and his family were forced out of their longtime home to the detestable areas of the lower districts. Not knowing how to handle themselves, life was hard. They had lost everything in such a short amount of time, it was especially overwhelming for his father.

Trying to find a good place to call 'home', the family came across a hoard of bandits. It ended in the worst scenario possible, eventually causing the death of Adam's family. He was the only one to get away, for days he hid in an alleyway in a cardboard box. He didn't know how to deal with this pain, for being such a age it was difficult to survive. This started Adam's passion for justice. He lived to stop crime. He had a knack for fighting and keeping himself alive, a leader of an assassination group saw potential. He picked him off the street and gave him what he longed for. A place to call home, somewhere to go back to after a long day. Adam trained day in and out, he wanted to be remembered. He considered himself above everyone else, he never looked twice at anyone.

Somewhere along the way his sense of justice distorted. Now it was all about getting the job done. All of his targets soon took the face of the bandits who slayed his family. He'll never forgive himself for allowing it to happen. Adam now chooses to forget the memory, one of the lessons he learned from his mentor was to not hold any attachments if you wanted to be as strong as you could be. He doesn't dwell in the past anymore, his thoughts are filled with what lies in the future.

Nowadays Adam resides in a small apartment in the middle district. The upper and lower hold too many unnecessary memories. But it doesn't mean he doesn't frequent them every once in a while.

the ADMIN STUFF

Name: Steph (I only like using one character, so I'll probably just post in the cbox as 'Adam')
Age: 18
Experience: 3 or so years
Password: admins are the pwn
Anything Else?: I love you.
Roleplaying Sample:

Kuro moved his hands from his waist to across each other in front of his chest. His smile turned into a frown, this thing annoyed him. He thought it just looked like a pest, but the way it spoke was irritating also. He wanted to pop its head off, but for now he controlled himself. He was the type to play with his food before he devoured it.

It talked about coming through a mirror, this situation sounded familiar to Kuro's ears. But he couldn't really place his finger on why, maybe he had heard it before but didn't care much. So much happened in his day, as if he could remember it all. That wasn't his job.

The longer the thing talked, the more Kuro saw how pathetic and frail it was. It wouldn't last a second longer in this barbarous forest. So what was Kuro to do?

He sighed and let his arms fall down to his side. Kuro walked a few steps closer to it and looked down at it's pitiful face. It was some sort of abomination of a human and an animal. Kuro didn't really know what to think of it. With a scoff he opened up his arms in a gesture of explaining that he was talking about the area they were in, "This, is the haunted woods." Kuro folded his arms in front of his chest again. "It lies in the Kingdom Of Ice."

Kuro shook his head and chuckled to himself. He unfolded his arms and with a wide smirk plastered on his face he approached the thing closer and closer until his feet stood within a foot or so of it. Kuro crouched down and laid his arms on his standing knees under him. He leaned in closer towards the little beast and with a heinous grin and tone he whispered to it, "You're trespassing." As his bloodcurdling eyes bore into the thing before him, he still held the eerie smile on his face. It was a look used before ambushing one's prey, Kuro was eager to see her response from it. The look on her face would sure be delightful. The fright, the terror, the fear...it fed his hunger.

[Isabella Watson]

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