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Adam Waters
âĸ Devastation and Reform âĸ
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Adam Waters
âĸ Devastation and Reform âĸ
Dialogue Colour || #afc989
Thought Colour || #91ab6c
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L E A T H E R
I T S C O M P L I C A T E D
I plead the fifth on my real age, but hey, I look legal don't I?
P R O M E T H E A N
STRAIGHT | BIROMANTIC
MALE
CAUCASIAN, I THINK
NEW SQUARE
]TBD
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BIKER LEATHERS AND IRON JEWELRY
7'3" AND BUILT LIKE A GORILLA
Adam is a massive mountain of a man with a thick, curly black beard and straight, messy onyx hair that comes down to his shoulders. His tanned skin is covered in a combination of medical scars and wounds from past scuffles. He always seems to be nursing some sort of injury or sporting a bandage. Despite his lime green eyes adding to his over all sex appeal, there's something supernaturally off-putting about him that puts strangers on edge.
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his motorcycle, the smell of a campfire, the wind in his hair, small animals
bullies, authorities, sadists, microwaves
Adam has a habit of carving nearby wooden objects while he talks. He works harder at this when unnerved. During a conversation he will sometimes 'lag' for a brief moment. He can also be found sometimes simply staring at his hand or other body parts in wonder.
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Also known as Homonculi, golems, and in more modern pop culture, frankenstiens, Prometheans are a false-life created by crazed wizards, witches, and alchemists in a pursuit for godhood. They are created with the spark of life, and radiate the perverted energies of the spark outward from them. They are stereotypically stronger and more durable than even most supernatural creatures, but this radiant spark causes reality to snuff them out, whether through natural disasters, bad luck, or by turning communities against them.
The Spark
The spark of life within all Prometheans grants them a number of abilities. Namely, they are incredibly resilient to damage - some noted to have fist fought a pack of werewolves lead by an alpha, and others being able to shrug off a head on collision with a semi-truck. Additionally, they heal wounds quite rapidly - broken bones, should they occure, healing in a matter of days rather than months. Their forged bodies are almost always incredibly strong, capable of throwing live stock around like kittens. A Promethean can grant someone a piece of their regenerating spark to heal them from severe wounds, though there are some that it simply can not heal. They can only do this once a month. Based on the creation process the Promethean's creator has used to forge their body, they are granted some minor abilities.
The Beast
Adam's former master forged his body from a mixture of human cadavers and animal parts, granting him great empathy with the creatures of nature, increased senses, and increased stamina as well as a perfect internal compass.
T A L E N T S
All Prometheans can simply be stated to be talented in the ways of survival. Between their durability and healing they are designed to take a beating, and with their strength they have ample opportunity to dish it out. This inherent ability to survive is important because;
W E A K N E S S E S
Reality fucking hates us. Not in the sad sack emo way - due to the radiation of the spark of life in such a raw form, reality seeks to snuff out the freaks of nature known as prometheans. Otherwise stable structures put up yesterday suddenly collapsing on them, food prepared a day ago rotting to dust, a mob of angry humans with pitch forks and ropes? fun stuff.
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H I S T O R Y
In the late winter of 2018 the impoverished town of New Square, the poorest town in New York State, a drug lord by the name of Nate Flanagan who's crew had robbed the Salem Massachusetts Museum of Witchcraft got his hands on an ancient and powerful alchemical grimoire, which taught him the secrets of false life. To stave off the police and rioters in his community, Flanagan set about constructing a guardian golem like the old jewish alchemists of old. After six months of buying bodies, chemicals, and animal parts he had finally created his ideal defender, which he named Adam. Adam did his job dutifully, protecting the innocent until the violence had died down. But, with nothing left to do with the creation, Nate Flanagan sought to use this might for nefarious purposes - there was no danger to the community any more, only a danger to his criminal empire. Adam, however, refused to kill for such simple reasons and struck his master down, before fleeing in search of a safe life. Reality chased him all the way to the gates of Camp Kalthorne
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