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Adarius Vilis

...No that's okay- I don't drink...

0 · 141 views · located in The Euritean Sister Islands

a character in “Euritea: The Sister Islands”, as played by Crystal Blood


Sex: Male
Age: 21
Origin: Kraggenheim, visiting his terminally ill mother on Fraetes.
Physical Appearance: Adarius has light brown hair that he keeps in a low, short pony-tail, and right-side swept bangs. His eyes are also a very non-descript shade of brown. He wears a medium length, cream-white gold-trimmed jacket, with the lapels closed. On his right arm is a red band with a gold embroidered gothic cross. He wears a thick black belt over his jacket at his waist, white gloves, and dark slate-grey trouser pants as well as black dress shoes.
Eccentricities: Can be twitchy and nervous, still often feels withdrawal symptoms. Will refuse any drug or alcoholic beverage.
Strengths: Under pressure, Adarius can be quite the silver-tongue. Fast thinking, and a good actor when need be. His skill with rhetoric is above average at least.
Weaknesses: Easily tempted. May down right refuse to enter certain establishments (Opium dens, brothels, etc…), for fear of being ensnared. Still suffers from withdrawal symptoms. Not uncommon to have debilitating headaches, nausea, dizziness. Most common in the mornings. Highly religious and may often insist on visiting churches/setting up alters at inconvenient times.


Background/Personality: Adarius had never been particularly religious, he had nothing against religion, but he had always imagined that, if there was a god, He must have far better things to do then listen to Adarius’s whinny prayers. Adarius, on the other hand, wasn’t a bad person. Though cynical about the world, he was a very live-and-let-live person. To the point he was on the verge of self-destruction. Because of his lack of conviction, for well anything, it was seldom he found true happiness. To that end, he would eat and imbibe himself sick on a daily basis, thinking it would give him pleasure. He always regretted the decisions he made, but saw no reason to change. If happiness wasn’t at the bottom of a bottle, well… then true happiness didn’t exist.

On the seldom occasions Adarius let himself be pulled form his cycle of self-destruction and into the real world, most people who knew him considered him good natured, thoughtful, and friendly- If somewhat eccentric. Adarius never really had the inclination to be a part of anything larger than him self, until one day. Thoroughly intoxicated, he had wandered past the open doors of a church- and didn’t give it a second thought. The docks were a street away, and for no good reason Adarius had set his sights on them. A few moments later he found himself, sitting on a peer, looking out at the night sky. Somewhere in his mind he was aware of an approaching light, then footsteps, and finally the presence of a man next to him. Adarius, for what’s its worth, is a fairly friendly drunk, and had no qualms about talking to the man who was now sitting with him.

The morning found Adarius on a pew in a church, staring at a fake chandelier. If he knew where he was, he pretended he didn’t. The entirety of the previous night was a blur, punctuated by a few sights and phrases. Sitting up and looking down the rows of seats, Adarius caught sight of the man from before.

“I… I’m not sure what we talked about, exactly, last night…” he started, a wicked head-ache catching him off guard as he stood up. “But… I think I said something, something important… to you.”

“Not to me, son, to god.”

From that point on, Adarius had found his conviction. Changing his ways he cleaned up his life, waiting for the day his new church family would need him.

So begins...

Adarius Vilis's Story