Work: Landwächter, psychic corps.
Rank: Untersturmführer , or roughly a Lieutenant
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Adam Hoffen
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Wing City
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by DemiKara
Description
Work: Landwächter, psychic corps.
Rank: Untersturmführer , or roughly a Lieutenant
Personality
Sadistic and cruel, Adam is a Belk-Azrik psychic that enjoys the darker side of his profession.
So begins...
Adam Hoffen's Story
Oh this was so lovely. Tears, crying, and sobbing. Oh he adored this! He carefully didn't send any visions this time, keeping his powers tightly wound as he helped her sit up, a concerned look on his face. 'Miss? Miss, what's wrong?" Even his voice sounded worried, concerned. Somethign was wrong after all, and he could play his part well.
Aw, look she liked him! That just pleased him so much as he soothed her, rubbing her back. "Shh. shh." He looked up to Nick and shook his head. "I don't know. She sudden started screaming. I though she was having a seizure or something but I guess not." He admitted and looked concerned.
The man continued rubbing her back and debated and attempting something time released, or fooling her mind into believeing it was in pain without him near. Hm. No, he didn't want this toy that bad.
The man continued rubbing her back and debated and attempting something time released, or fooling her mind into believeing it was in pain without him near. Hm. No, he didn't want this toy that bad.
"Shhh, shh." He soothed and stood slowly, helping her stand too and using his power surreptitiously to summon her cane to his hand. "I'll be here for you. Do you want to come with me, get out of this place and find a bit of privacy?" He offered, tucking his gloves into his pocket.
It was a good idea, he tried to convince her, a very good idea.
It was a good idea, he tried to convince her, a very good idea.
Adam carried her cane, forcing her to rely on him as he helped her out the door to the apartment he ahd near his 'brother' and 'sister.' Oh yes. Privacy would be nice. Nice and discreet. Poor woman would assume that they had merely had warm drinks and spoke gently the entire time, but Adam. Oh Adam full intended on torturing her mind as much as he was capable of without breaking her entirely.
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to The Inner Empire
Adam sat on his simple couch and rubbed his new toy's back, setting up little psychic gifts for when she was out of his presence. His gloves lay on the coffee table in front of them and he made small soothing noises to the woman. He had been playing this game for several hours now, and had come up with all sorts of lovely triggers for her. Every time she thought of Belkans, for instance, she would be undeniably happy. That was merely paving the way, after all. But there were other, more sinister, gifts and triggers he had played with.
Petting an animal would cause her physical pain. Laying on a soft bed would feel like a bed of nails. And best of all, any time she touched another person, other than himself, of course, it'd sting just so. He wanted his toy to himself, after all.
The man's apartment was small, austere, and oddly enough held many picture, scenes from his supposed homeland, and each and everyone was nailed at a different angle. Oh he may not get away with bothering Ilsa as much as he would wish, but in his apartment, he had plans. the pictures were even upside down in their frames, in some cases.
Petting an animal would cause her physical pain. Laying on a soft bed would feel like a bed of nails. And best of all, any time she touched another person, other than himself, of course, it'd sting just so. He wanted his toy to himself, after all.
The man's apartment was small, austere, and oddly enough held many picture, scenes from his supposed homeland, and each and everyone was nailed at a different angle. Oh he may not get away with bothering Ilsa as much as he would wish, but in his apartment, he had plans. the pictures were even upside down in their frames, in some cases.
The setting changes from The Inner Empire to Wing City
Adam sat on his simple couch and rubbed his new toy's back, setting up little psychic gifts for when she was out of his presence. His gloves lay on the coffee table in front of them and he made small soothing noises to the woman. He had been playing this game for several hours now, and had come up with all sorts of lovely triggers for her. Every time she thought of Belkans, for instance, she would be undeniably happy. That was merely paving the way, after all. But there were other, more sinister, gifts and triggers he had played with.
Petting an animal would cause her physical pain. Laying on a soft bed would feel like a bed of nails. And best of all, any time she touched another person, other than himself, of course, it'd sting just so. He wanted his toy to himself, after all.
The man's apartment was small, austere, and oddly enough held many picture, scenes from his supposed homeland, and each and everyone was nailed at a different angle. Oh he may not get away with bothering Ilsa as much as he would wish, but in his apartment, he had plans. the pictures were even upside down in their frames, in some cases.
Petting an animal would cause her physical pain. Laying on a soft bed would feel like a bed of nails. And best of all, any time she touched another person, other than himself, of course, it'd sting just so. He wanted his toy to himself, after all.
The man's apartment was small, austere, and oddly enough held many picture, scenes from his supposed homeland, and each and everyone was nailed at a different angle. Oh he may not get away with bothering Ilsa as much as he would wish, but in his apartment, he had plans. the pictures were even upside down in their frames, in some cases.
The door opened without Adam touching it, as he knew perfectly well who was at the door. "Shh. Don't worry, Claire. That's just my brother. You'll like him, he's a good man." He assured her, and glanced to the door. "Is something the matter Josiah?" He asked curiously. "I've got a guest."
In other words, why was the dog being interrupted at his play? Matthias had been the one to tell him to go play after all! He was following orders. Besides, she wasn't actually physically hurt. He had just given her a reason for her tears.
In other words, why was the dog being interrupted at his play? Matthias had been the one to tell him to go play after all! He was following orders. Besides, she wasn't actually physically hurt. He had just given her a reason for her tears.
Uh oh. He had been a bad dog. "Yes, sir." He answered, somewhat confused. He had been discreet. Yes there was screaming, but he had taken care of that. Mostly she seemed to cry and gasp anyway, not scream. He had been careful. Adam looked confused as to why he could possibly be in trouble. He had been discreet. He had taken her safely home and everything. He paused and turned to them curiously.
"Oh. Her screams." He stated, realizing the problem. "Don't worry. The non-psychics all think she just screams during sex. That's all." He 'assured' his CO. Odd that they would think anything else, but oh well. He continued rubbing her back. "She wasn't that loud." Her murmured, still rubbing her back and soothing her, as he played games with her mind.
And then he glanced to Ilsa ans saw the expression on her face. Oh. Oh it was well worth the time it had taken to tilt each from just so and hammer it into place. So very worth it. That was just perfect.
"Oh. Her screams." He stated, realizing the problem. "Don't worry. The non-psychics all think she just screams during sex. That's all." He 'assured' his CO. Odd that they would think anything else, but oh well. He continued rubbing her back. "She wasn't that loud." Her murmured, still rubbing her back and soothing her, as he played games with her mind.
And then he glanced to Ilsa ans saw the expression on her face. Oh. Oh it was well worth the time it had taken to tilt each from just so and hammer it into place. So very worth it. That was just perfect.
Well, that wouldn't be good at all. Adam thought a moment before looking down at the toy. It was starting to fall asleep. With a smirk, he gave her a vision or her bones all breaking at once and pulled his hand away at the same time, turning to watch her. He wanted her screaming again, he did. It was so amusing watching her panic. She was a good toy.
Besides, Ilsa didn't get to be the only one who had fun.
Besides, Ilsa didn't get to be the only one who had fun.
Aw, his poor toy. Adam played his hand on her once more and soother her further, petting his poor toy. This was so much fun. He loved having toys to play with, even if he couldn't keep her til she broke. "Shh, shhhh." He mumured, watching the other two.
"I told you she's not fun. You saw it too! No fun!" He declared and pet his toy. Too much screaming and discrete went out the window, after all.
"I told you she's not fun. You saw it too! No fun!" He declared and pet his toy. Too much screaming and discrete went out the window, after all.
Adam stroked his toy's hair peacefully, having just finished a bout of torture. "Claire, sweet Claire. This is very important. Tell me who would miss you?" He ordered, having grown tired of his toy. Was it safe to kill her, or would he have to merely leave her broken somewhere, to later, possibly, be fixed? Would he have to remove the memories and replace them with others, or have he die in a tragic 'accident' or perhaps jsut suicide.
That was good. That meant no one would be looking for her. "Do you have a job Claire? Where they would notice if you didn't show up?" He asked, though it occured to him that he should have asked some time ago. Oh well, he was askign now.
The Director. Oh Kampf. He had screwed up majorly. He had thought she was just some chit of a girl! "Sleep Claire." Her ordered and drew away. "I'm right here. Don't worry." He began to pace, uncertain what to do. The director of the police! Matthias was going to absolutely kill him. He glanced to the wall sepeartign the two rooms and debated on calling out to the man, seeking his aid.
"Fuck, Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He declared and glanced to the other wall, looking towards them again before looking to Claire. "Well, toy. I can't kill you, or have you kill yourself." But he really didn't want to get in trouble with his CO either. He winced, and turned to stare at the wall, all the pictures righting themselves as he did so, mostly so he'd get in less trouble than before.
Matthias. Please come.
Matthias. Please come.
The door was quickly opened to reveal a pacing Adam and a sleeping Claire, the former clearly agitated as he spoke without waiting for the two to actually enter the room. "She's the Director of the police." He accused, a hint of betrayal in his voice. This was not a pleasant fact at all. "No friends, according to her, but I may have damaged her so much she doesn't know."
"I thought she was some unimportant chit! Directors of the police are usually not cripples who sulk in bars." he thought. He could be entirely too wrong. "I can't have her kill herself. They'd have already checked her usual spots." He sulked, clearly annoyed and continued pacing. "Perhaps an accident. There's enough heathen mages around here...."
Adam was almost surprised he wasn't already being tortured for it. He paced even more agitated than before, then made his way over to Claire and knelt down next to her. "Toy you are too much trouble." He grumbled and touched his fingers to her, seeking her mind and seeing nothing wrong. It reminded him of his own to tell the truth.
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Adam shuddered in terror at this threat. The Wyrm. "This dog has been a bad, bad dog." He muttered and prodded Claire. If he rearranged things, worked on a few memories. Released her on the other side of town? Possibly, but how would he retrieve her? He couldn't. Hm.
Adam set to work, creating a false memory of an attack, psychic in nature, outside of Gambit's bar. The place was a well known hot spot. He grumbled and worked hard at it, absorbed deeply in his work. What felt like the work of hours was, ultimately, perhaps the work of half a minute.
"Bad dog." He muttered at himself.
Adam set to work, creating a false memory of an attack, psychic in nature, outside of Gambit's bar. The place was a well known hot spot. He grumbled and worked hard at it, absorbed deeply in his work. What felt like the work of hours was, ultimately, perhaps the work of half a minute.
"Bad dog." He muttered at himself.
The setting changes from Wing City to Gambit's Bar
Adam Hoffen was suitably impressed. Then again, he had picked up his last toy here. This one though, he was under strict orders. Nothing irreversible and no one important. Check what they did first. Sigh. Well, what did he know, he was just a dog for use. His moment of glory had yet to come, and until then, he just wanted to play.