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Adonis Estrange

"Why should I do anything that means nothing to me?"

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a character in “The Ash River”, as played by Scripter

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"You be the Shining Star, and I'll be The Shadow."



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ImageFull Name:
Adonis Micheals Estrange.
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Nicknames and Aliases:
Don | Dawn
"Whichever way is fine."

Race:
Supporter.
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Gender:
Male.
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Age:
17.
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Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual.

Gift:
Emotion Aura.
A strange gift to be had, and a rather noticeable once at that. Cutting to the chase, as Don's mood changes, so does the feel of the air around him. It's only about a five foot radius, but enough for anyone standing within conversation-distance to feel. If he feels wrath, the air might feel as if it's boiling and the grass might wilt and crisp around his feet. If this isn't noticeable enough for your liking, coupled with the change in immediate surrounding climate, his hair shifts colors to match his current mood.



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Hair Color:
Varied. | Default: Honey-Brown.
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Eye Color:
Green.
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Height:
5'9"
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Weight:
156 lbs.

Tattoos:
Don has a cuff of finely written cursive winding in a spiral down his right arm. Saying 'Rest when you are dead' in Greek, it can be quite ironic and the butt of a joke, since Don is one of the laziest and sleepiest people one will ever meet.
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Piercings:
None - Don believes jewelry of any kind to be more of a woman's affair, and, in completely honestly, would forget any upkeep that would be needed.
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Scars:
Nothing but a few nicks and scrapes from working on the farm. That is, when he actually does work, which is quite rare.
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Oddities:
Other than the color-changing hair, there's nothing really that sets Don away from the norm. In blatant terms, he's just well-roundedly average.



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Personality:
{Sluggish || Irresponsible || Timid || Skeptic || Emotional}
Indifference is the name of the game for Don. As a way to hide the side effects of his bizarre Gift, Adonis has attempted to practice himself into a whole new persona, where he is void of strong emotions. Attempted being the key word here. Most of the time, Don will come across as looking downright bored or uncaring. However, he isn't like that in the slightest. Truthfully, Don is one of the most emotional people you will ever meet. He's quick to get embarrassed and has a weak resistance to holding back tears or angered shouts. Anyone who knows him for more than a day can see the bold cracks in his metaphorical armor. Sometimes he'll just explode into color then back to normal in an instant, trying to reel himself in before anyone notices.

Adonis suffers from chronic laziness. Most of his days are spent snoozing away, anywhere quiet where he won't be disturbed, whether that be in his own home when his father is away, or just somewhere out in the Supporter community, it doesn't really matter. He is notorious for skipping out on Farm work, and a pro at avoiding his father's watchful eye when it's his turn to do the chores. However, Don eats enough to full the stomachs of five working men. He'll just eat and eat until all food is gone, not one to be a picky eater, and never seeming to gain any weight. Essentially, Adonis freeloads heavily on his own family, or really anyone who offers hospitality to him.

Living as a Supporter, Don does not feel like he meshes well with society. He's extremely smart despite his lethargic outlook on life and his lower, Farmer Tier upbringing, but his family never had the money to put him through the schools he needed. However, if asked, Don will tell you he would rather work the farm the rest of his life than go to one of the higher tier schools. You see, Don has his own thoughts about the government the Supporters follow so eagerly. Conspiracies about the Queen Mother, or just the Queen herself, that would get him heavily reprimanded or even a life of servitude if they fell upon the wrong ears. He despises the government, and all the secrets he believes they keep.
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Hobbies:
-Making Paper Planes and throwing them from rooftops.
-Skipping out on work to hang out with Ben and Indie or walk the Capital Streets.
-Freeloading in other people's homes, eating their food and sleeping in their beds.
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Habits:
-Sleeping excessively, sometimes only waking up to eat before going right back into slumber.
-Eating anything readily-available and within arm's reach (Can be without realizing it.)
-Blushing darkly [And going pink in the hair] whenever embarrassed (Often.)
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Strengths:
Loyal - He doesn't have a lot of people he gets along with, but when he does, they will have some trouble getting rid of him. For better or for worse, he'll have your back until the end... Unless the idea is completely stupid.
Sarcastic - Some might see this as a flaw in persona, but Don likes to think of it more like his own take of cynical comedy. Might come across as rude at times, but to the right people, it's hilarious.
Soft-Hearted - A big ol' pair of Puppy Dog Eyes is all that you need to get him to get you anything, or do anything for you. Pour on an extra thick layer of
Intelligent - Don is actually extremely smart, and is on par with most higher Tier individuals, but is so unmotivated that he will usually let someone else do the thinking for him.

Weaknesses:
Timid - He scares easily, doesn't mesh well with most people, and can't seem to keep the red out of his cheek when the attention of turned to him.
Skeptic - Don doesn't believe in 'The System'. He is full of conspiracies about both the Queen Mother and the Queen herself. To Don, the government, and any associated with it, is the enemy.
Lazy - Active is the word you would use to describe Don... If you were making a joke. Don's sport-of-choice is marathon sleeping, and is known for skipping out on Farm work to just lay in the fields were his Father can't see him from the cottage window.
Gluttonous - If asked, Don will blame his sister's cooking, which he says is the best the work will ever taste, but is known for never turning down food of any kind. There isn't a food he doesn't like, nor a portion he will not finish. Don's father regularly complains about how Don will eat the harvest every year.

Likes/Loves:
  • Sleeping.
  • Eating.
  • Tea.
  • Sneaking Out.
  • Paper Airplanes.
  • Whispering.
  • Windy Days.

Dislikes/Hates:
  • Perfection.
  • Hardwork.
  • Giving Effort.
  • Embarrassment.
  • Hot Weather.
  • Angry People.
  • Attention.



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History:
Humble beginnings were the foundation of the Estrange household. A single father by the name of Micheals Estrange, and his two children, Lizabeth and Adonis. A cottage on a medium sized piece of land owned by Lord Tera was all that the family needed to keep themselves afloat. That farm was their pride, and nothing came before it in value. The children, with an age-gap of five years, were as close as siblings could get, their friendship rivaled only by the one shared between Don and Lord Tera's daughter, Benevolence. In his early years, Don worked hard to keep both his father and elder sister happy. He worked long days, sometimes into the twilight, finding few free days to see his higher tier friend.

When Ben was sent off to school, along with Indigo, Don found himself quite lonely. He developed a strange habit of folding paper planes, which he had done so many times with Indie, and spending all of his time on his homestead, keeping to himself. Near the beginning of his teen years was when his Gift surfaced. The shock, and embarrassing effects of it pulled Don into turmoil. For months he refused to even leave the house, not wanting to be caught dead with pink hair in public. He found comfort in sleeping, trying desperately to dream his worries away. It was a slow, downward spiral from there. First it was just over sleeping, then frequent naps throughout the day, finally dissolving into Don never bothering to wake up and face the daylight.

Of course, his family would have none of that. His father made his get up in the morning, forcing him out into the fields to tend to the harvest, and his sister would try to bribe him with foods and daily gossips. Slowly, as he realized he couldn't sleep all of the time, Don practiced controlling his emotions, deadpanning his face and clearing all thoughts from his mind. Upon Ben and Indie's return, the news of Ben becoming a Perfect, and a candidate for the next queen, did not sit well with Don. Proud as he was of her, the gossip and conspiracies that filled his head were the only things he could think of. He voiced his concerns to Ben, but it ended in a fight, a stand-off of wills. As of now, their friendship is on the rocks, and Don is tiptoeing carefully around the subjects.



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So begins...

Adonis Estrange's Story

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The cool spring air and the scent of fresh rain water. It had always smelled like this near the Ash River and it always would. Benevolence Tera leaned back against one of the many rocks dotting the edges of the river, a sketchbook tucked snuggly under her arm. She stared across the river's rippling surface at the huts on the other side. They were clustered together, not too tightly, but in a way that seemed village-like with a large moat built around them in intersecting rings. She assumed it was their way of dealing with the Floods, like the Supporters built their houses on high platforms. She had heard that the Capitol was built on a single platform, high above the world, almost like a beacon of light, a paradise for all. Except for the young Miss Tera.

For Ben, the Ash River was paradise. If she could stand by the river's edge for an eternity, she would. She could walk away from a life of Customs, a life of being the Perfect. She could leave behind the deep dark hole that was her life. It would be ideal, yes, but nearly impossible. A bird landed on a small collection of cat tails and Ben whipped out her sketchbook and charcoal pencil. Her hand flew across the ivory page. When she pulled away, the image of the bird seemed to practically float off the page. She bit her lip, silently judging it. Drawing was about the only useful thing they taught her at Miran.

She glanced behind her at the purple-haired, purple-eyed girl behind her. She smiled softly at her companion, who was close to the edge, but not nearly as close as Ben. Ben stood and wiped the stray grass off of her yellow dress as she spun around to face the other girl. "What do you think, Indie?" she questioned with a forced smile.

From the safety of a nearby pavilion, Ben's parents watched her with a mixture of frustration and arrogance, their voices reduced to harsh whispers. Ben couldn't let them see her expressions, her thoughts. She shouldn't be seen as anything more than an obedient Perfect with a strange ability to follow the Customs flawlessly. Ben continued to grin at Indigo, not letting on that she so desperately wanted to escape this world of perfection. For even perfection itself seemed flawed to her soft blue eyes.

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Sitting in the damp grass with one knee propped up a green piece of paper was in the process of being formed into the shape of a bullfrog however the lack of hard surface to smooth the creases was proving more difficult than previously predicted by the young girl. Indigo's purple hair blew in the wind softly getting in her line of vision a bit only frustrating her further, she crinkled up her nose moving one hand to tug at the rebellious hair while the other tried to fold down a particularly difficult corner.

Ben was too far away to hear it but Indigo could catch small fragments of the conversation happening a fee yards behind her, just words and phrases like the river or marriage none of it sounded good. Indigo looked over her shoulder to see the woman shaking her head and mouthing the words no, no, no... she glanced up at Indie who jerked her head back around feeling the heat of sweat around her ears. She was already walking on eggshell these passed few weeks and didn't feel like adding spying to the list of things that she had got caught doing, coming back from school was a harder transition than Indigo thought especially with Ben thinking about doing the unspeakable.

Indigo felt trapped between wanting to stick by Ben's side and wanting to keep her safe at least moderately, she didn't know what was on the other side and was a bit fearful of it as well as the river. She also feared her future for she figured she had two options to either go with Ben, which would conflict with her previously mentioned fears, or she could stay behind and that seemed worse because then she would have to face the consequences of her past shenanigans unprotected. There was of course one more option which Indigo wouldn't even consider, she was loyal to Ben and would never turn her in even if her life depended on it, she would rather die than betray Ben.

Beautiful Ben, she looked flawless in the morning breeze while Indigo probably looked a mess, Ben was holding up a her sketchbook with a new drawing inside making Indigo pull up a thumb to indicate her approval giving a toothy smile, "Hey, it's better than anything I could do." With that she crumpled up the green paper stuffing it into her pocket and giving up all hope on her little project, usually she would be able to get it done in a few minutes but today her mind was muddled and she wondered when she was going to see Adonis again.

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A bad night had transitioned into a dreadful morning. The only light source in his tiny Bungalow, a bare blub, dirtied and dim, swung lazily from the rafters as Leonardo worked, throwing odd shapes about the room. Or, perhaps, where he should have been working. Instead, he had been spending that last few hours of the precious dawn staring at his construction, wondering what the hell he had been thinking the night before. It should have been simple, a night's work at most, to throw together a compact incinerator upon request of a questionable man who lived in the next Cluster over. Leon never asked why someone would ever need a compact incinerator, because, truthfully, who the hell cared? Could be to burn up some loose papers, or could be to burn up some loose children. Not his problem and Leon had always been a 'No Questions Asked' sort of salesmen. The silly, minimal requests (Or large and highly worrying demands) of the Cluster were what kept Leon and his roommate fed. Well, mostly his roommate.

The before-mentioned doing a world's worth of assistance... By lounging lazily on the window sill. Pixie, a rather fat, but beautifully marked, white cat, let out a long yawn before stretching out her back. While her raven-haired caretaker worked the night away, Pixie had enjoyed a good night's rest. Now that she had awaken, the cat had taken to looking out into the tall-grass fields and rushing water outside their window. She hummed curiously, Leon oblivious to her actions, lost in a world of the sleep-deprived and clueless, Pixie squinting her wide, green eyes to see out of the fogged glass. "Le-Le?" She asked, tilting her head to get a better look at the world beyond their home, the bell about her neck jingling lightly. When Leon didn't answer, she sighed, starting again, much louder this time, "Le-Le!"

Leon jerked out of his half-asleep state, dropping the odds and ends he had been holding onto the table with a clatter. Startled, he placed a hand over his chest, as if to keep his heart from leaping out of it, "What?!" He demanded, taking long breathes to steady himself. Being yanked from daydreams was so much worse than being shaken awake from slumber. Pixie looked over at him, amusement flickering in her eyes, "Oh nothing, really... It's just those girls are at the river again. You know, the ones you stalk. Just thought you might want to know." She spoke with such joy as she poked fun at him, but all that was lost to the meaning of her words.

"Wait, they're there?" Leon got up out of his chair so fast, it fell backward to the floor with a thud, running over to the window to peer out it. He grabbed Pixie under her belly, and tosses her lightly across the room, where she landed safely on what they simply call 'The Nest'. He dragged his sleeve across the glass to wipe away the fog, but paused mid-stroke to throw a look of feigned hurt over his shoulder to Pixie, "I do not stalk them. I..." Leon stole a long look out the window, "Admire from afar...? Alright, no, that makes me sound like a creep. But, I'm not a stalker."

And there they were. Sat on the other side of the Ash River, which looked like flowing lava in the early morning reds. Leon was just so goddamn curious. He wanted to know, he needed to know, who they were, why they were. No one else ever came up to the river on the West Side, none that he's seen, at least. So why them? It was infuriating not knowing. He wanted to know everything about them.

Pixie huffed, settling herself into the blankets that made up The Nest, "Completely a stalker..."

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Truth be told, if Jay were made to choose between living in an eternal night or an eternal daytime, the girl would choose the former option. Not because she has a problem with light and warmth and the like, on the contrary she quite enjoys it, but because the night is far more familiar to her. It is a safe place for when she may feel frightened. Of course, it has been a long time since something has truly frightened the young woman. Well, frightened in the sense of giving her cause to fear for her life, that is to say. Even among the bandits and murderers with whom she was raised, Jay might be considered dangerous. Perhaps her father had planned for this to be the case, giving her such a foreboding name as Azrael.

When it is daytime, she has far less to do with herself. Even she is not so confident as to go around stealing or filling requests in broad daylight, after all. And in the light, there is always the concern that someone might happen to recognize her face. She typically has it covered when working, or else relies on shadows or fear to obscure it from memory, but one can never be too careful. In fact, perhaps she could be told it is important to care a bit more, given that despite this she has chosen to go for a walk. It doesn't matter much anyways, as she does not walk into the settlements or markets of the larger Bungalows. She is quite content to instead walk through the grasslands, idly chipping away at a small block of wood in her hand with a knife. It is funny that the knife should be used thus, when just the night before it was held against a man's throat while she took part of his money. Jay tries to only take as much as she thinks the person can live without when stealing, as though that can absolve her partially of her crime.

The warmth feels good on her skin, enough that Jay is very tempted to lay down and nap in the fields. On this side of the river, one doesn't have to worry about being attacked by predators, and most people are too busy going about their daily lives to chance upon someone napping in the grass. It is the night time that one would need to worry about, and even then there are those that might recognize her face and think twice about taking her possessions.

Before she does this, however, Jay spots something interesting: two girls by the water on the other side of the Ash River. This is a curiosity of sorts, given that people from that side seem to fear the river as though being in its vicinity will expose them to some sort of terrible toxin. Nosily, she crouches down in the grass slightly to hide herself from view, and watches through the tall blades. In her hand, the wood continues to be carved away, but any plan for a legitimate form has been lost, and she seems to merely be making a toothpick at this point. There are a few small cottages behind Jay, but she does not concern herself with them at the moment. She had looked at them on the way over to this spot, perhaps planning which one would pay for her next day's bread tonight.

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Theo normally wasn't up so early in the morning but today was different today was an event, it was evaluation day the one day of the year when Theo's actions are put under evaluation on whether or not he would be able to leave the Black Water house. The house had only three occupants, Theo Cecelia Black and Bush Waters, the two are charged to live in the house and watch over the young boy and keep his stress levels down as well as any thoughts he might have of leaving the house. But there was one day out of the year where Theo's actions were evaluated and put under speculation and it is decided whether or not he is safe enough to leave the house and join the outside world. However none of this actually happens, each year he's told that he was so close but the decision was made that he should stay just one more year and that he needs to work a little harder if he wanted to make it out by next year.

The young boy never knew any of this holding on to the small fragment of hope that someday he might be safe enough to make it out into the open world and live a free life. This was how they controlled him how they kept him from acting out or leaving the room it might have been manipulative but if it kept the public safe then they would do it. Each year they have to pretend to be sad when giving the news that he would not be able to leave the house. But this year was going to go a little bit different. Theo moved about his room as quickly and as quietly as he could which wasn't an easy task due to the house being so old that almost every floor board squeaked painfully loud. He was frantically trying to clean up his room before the evaluation and so involved with his activities that he soon forgot to be quiet and moments later heard a knock on the door. Startled Theo rushed to the door letting out a horse whisper, "no, no. I'm not ready!"

The slat on the door moved open, it was Cecelia, she was dress in her nightgown with her blonde hair in a messy ponytail. She looked like she had just woken up her eyes still squinting from sleep, Theo loved Cecelia like a mother she was kind and nurturing towards him and they had a wonderful relationship. "I'm sorry, C. I was just getting ready for the evalua-" but he was cut off by her sharp words, "go back to bed, Theodore. There is no evaluation you're not getting out of here." His mouth dropped open in shock and before he could reply she slammed the slate shut, he could hear her shuffling feet on the other side of the door retreating into the rest of the house. Theo couldn't believe what he had heard, he could barely stand so he stumbled backwards a bit finding the piano in the middle of the room with his hands, he sat on the bench hands behind him pushing down on the lower keys which echoed through his room and out the ever open window. The foreboding sound only seemed to highlight his current feelings of dread, he sat there for quite a while starring wide eyed at the ground contemplating his life and everything he knew.