Adell Williams
"Do not halt in the face of injustice."
"Do not halt in the face of injustice."
Name:
Adell Williams
Gender:
Male
Age:
22
Height:
5'9"
Weight:
162
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Likes:
Strawberries
A Good Fight
Justice
Order
Peace
Captains
Admirals
Dislikes:
Bad Intentions
Murder
Unwarranted Violence
Discrimination
Bounty Hunters
Jacks (Or "Jack" in this case)
Most Mercenaries
Fears:
Being useless
Defeat
Inability to become an Admiral
Failing to protect someone
Group:
World Government
Adell Williams
Gender:
Male
Age:
22
Height:
5'9"
Weight:
162
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Likes:
Strawberries
A Good Fight
Justice
Order
Peace
Captains
Admirals
Dislikes:
Bad Intentions
Murder
Unwarranted Violence
Discrimination
Bounty Hunters
Jacks (Or "Jack" in this case)
Most Mercenaries
Fears:
Being useless
Defeat
Inability to become an Admiral
Failing to protect someone
Group:
World Government
Skills:
Combat/Warfare - Despite his young age, Adell is very capable with most conventional weaponry, capable of making it out of most situations alive and well due to his natural talent and training he's underwent since he was younger. He is more or less a genius when it comes to actual combat, having talent years above his own age. Most will agree that he is very suited to becoming an admiral sometime in the future, so long as he makes use of his potential. He does does lean towards close-range combat, able to use knives, his hands, and pistols a bit better than anything else.
Athletics - Adell has little problems with endurance, stamina, strength, and speed. Engaging in long, drawn-out chases and being forced to push himself is nothing new or worrying to him. This further helps him in combat, chasing, or even helping an old lady with heavy objects. He is also fairly agile and is hard to shake off, even for those who attempt to flee by climbing or something similar.
Tenacity - Williams is not one to give up on anything at all. If there is an obstacle he can not overcome, then he will improve himself and try again until he has done so. He's also a hard one to keep down too. He'll keep getting up until he's no longer physically able to.
Weakness(es) - He is prone to doing before thinking. If he sees someone in trouble and it is severe enough, his first thoughts are how to save them and he might not pay attention to his surroundings or orders. Because of his focus on the physical aspects of being part of the World Government, he is a bit naive when it comes to most other subjects. Though he is very capable in an academic sense, he is blinded by idealism and optimism, and is fairly easily fooled. He wholeheartedly believes and trusts in admirals, not matter what they may say, to an reasonable extent.
Equipment
Dual Saviours - A pair of handguns his father had given him to commemorate the end of his training. These are his preferred weapons and he does take care of them, never allowing anyone to hold them, although he does tend to show them off on occasion. They have golden designs that almost make them look better for display, but they're certainly well-manufactured pieces of work.
Combat knife - There is nothing much to say about this. A standard 7 inch blade designed for when close encounters are inevitable.
Static Glove - A not-so-simple pair of brown gloves. They differ in that they're capable of producing an electric shock capable of rendering someone unconscious, though they take time to recharge between use. One charge per glove means that he can disable two people before they're out of juice.
General items - Adell also has other items that one would would expect anyone to have. He owns a wallet, of course. He also carries a whistle with him, for whatever purpose. Instead of something like cigarettes or the sort, he enjoys a stick of gum every now and then, and doesn't usually like it when people comment on it.
Personal Description:
Kyte is a young man of average height with medium length brown hair (with a cowlick that falls with its weight) and green eyes. He is usually seen wearing a white, high collar jacket over a tan sweater vest, a pair of black pants and combat boots. There are not too many occasions where he doesn't wear gloves, for certain reason, and more often than not, he does have some form of protective chest-piece under his clothing.
Because he was trained at a younger age, he owns a lean muscular physique that hides more muscle than its appearance leads on. His general size is very misleading because many assume that definition equals strength, so it does catch people off when he shows feats of strength. Though more often than not this is because he's attempting to help someone, so it's not usually intimidating. In fact, unless he is very angry, he doesn't seem to have much in the way of fear-inducing looks.
Personality:
Adell is quite a bit immature and naive, having always wanted to believe that the World Government was a power made for justice and that they could do no evil. He loves that particular word, justice, a bit more than one should and is eager to prove himself as a capable person. He is the kind of young man who would go out of their way to help someone else who seemed to be in trouble, even if it may look a bit shady. He takes great pride in the work he does and listens obediently to his superiors, always intending to make the best impression on not only them, but most people he comes in contact with. His determination and desire to rise above the rest, to show that he can become an admiral like his father, is unwavering at this point.
He generally acts like he listened to everything mother had to say until it became his nature. He goes out of his way to help people with just about anything, treats everybody with respect. Adell very much despises those who harm others, unless of course they're fellow members of the government doing their job, and he won't tolerate any 'injustice' he sees before him, as he takes his job completely seriously. Things like murder, rape, or serious crimes like that do not go unpunished, even by him. He is perfectly willing and capable of killing someone who is dangerous without hesitation, though he does dislike being forced to go that far if he is not required to.
His nature is heavily influenced by the image his father gave him of the World Government, and it's immediately obvious he holds everyone and everything about it in very high regards. In the face of a situation he is unsure about, he almost always attempts to stop and think about how his father would handle it, and then goes from there. In the presence of an admiral, he usually stares in awe, listening intently on what they have to say as if they are some higher being, mainly because he believes they are the strongest and most moral of people. The people he wishes to become. Perhaps even annoyingly so, his curiosity can get the better of him and he'll ask many a question until told to stop.
As he is honestly nothing but an awe-struck child at heart, it can be endearing to see him put all of his being into bettering himself. When one might say they've done 'good enough', he tends to think, 'Couldn't I do better?', always striving to push himself as far as humanly possible. He won't ever do things half-assed either, which makes him oddly reliable in a way. Most of his actions are made with the intention of them being a guide by which others may follow, so that he may be a role model to those aspiring to bring down justice's swift and deadly fist.
Unfortunately when it comes to anything not related to academics or fighting, he is fairly stupid. He is a very literal person and is not really privy on the workings of the criminal underworld or the like, so he's not too comfortable being an investigator or a spy or what have you. His common sense is very lacking and can easily lead him to trouble. He blindly trusts those who seem nice, even if they might look odd and won't think a second thought on the subject. It is very safe to say that the exceptional combat prowess came with a price.
Adell's actions are usually dictated by his heart, which he wears on his sleeve. He is not one to beat around the bush in a conversation and his straightforwardness can be a bit off-putting, as he won't hold back much even towards a higher-ranked personnel. There is little to no problem telling if he likes or dislikes you simply on his expressions and tone. William's mind is always made known to those around him, and though he respects his superiors almost blindly, that does not mean he won't show discomfort at being ordered to do something he does not like. He does have a sense of humor and will make jokes on occasion, especially if he's dealing with someone he doesn't necessarily like.
It is important to mention that as far as relationships go, Adell has never had anything more than a simple friend. Even the one he'd lost just a bit ago was not someone he would consider 'very close', like most people have. It is very likely due to his obsession with his work and his naivety, but close relationships have never really formed between him and another. He is entirely oblivious to social cues and hints, so even if someone might have had an obvious crush on him, well, he was much too dense on the subject to tell. He can't remember every being attracted to someone on an emotional scale, though he's definitely not immune to physical charm, despite his unwillingness to admit it.
History:
"I don't remember anything about my mother because she passed away giving birth to me. All I know is that, despite this, my father loved me as much as any parent could, and raised me to be like him - an admiral. Since I was young, many people I talked to spoke so highly of my dad. He was very much respected as a strong, reliable soldier who could face any dangerous situation with the smallest bit of effort and he always did what was right. Dad was a symbol of what an admiral should be, at least I think he was. And there has never been a point in my life when I did not look up to him, because he was the coolest, nicest, and strongest dad I think there could ever be. That's why.... I won't forgive the man who murdered him.
But enough about my father. Since I was a little boy, my father had encouraged me to do what was right and to be strong so I could protect those who needed to be protected, as not everybody could fight for themselves. When he was able to, he personally helped me along and trained me so that I could grow to become an admiral, and I'm sure that that's why I've made it this far already. Because my father had treated me so nicely and because I was always attempting to push myself further, I never really thought that not having a mother was a problem. I will admit I was always a bit jealous when seeing other people, but since there's nothing I can do about it, I just trained some more.
There is not too much to speak about when it comes to my joining of the government. I did fairly well with most, if not all tasks I was given and steadily grew more and more renown amongst my peers. I was probably the best of any I personally knew when it came to actually fighting and using my body, though I can't really claim that I was the smartest of my peers. Over the course of time I had made a friend who had been investigating some group that rumors had been sparking up about, though nothing had given them solid evidence to prove their existence. I had encouraged him to do what he thought was right and if someone was threatening peace, then he should do his best to ensure they're found and brought to justice. I regret these words, because not long after I said them, he died doing exactly what I had told him to.
His death was not a painful one, I at least know this much, because I had heard the gunshot that ended his life, and by the time I arrived, he had already passed away, no dramatic goodbye nor final words, at least none that I was able to hear. All I know is that, when I saw his bloodied body, I wanted to avenge him. I wanted to make the criminal pay for what they did, and luckily for me, they weren't very fast. I had arrived at the scene of his death just as the man was attempting to flee, and no sooner than he saw me did he try to run, sprinting as fast as he could through the tucks and curves of the city we were in and dropping his gun somewhere in the process. I gave chase, making sure to pick the gun up. It pained me to leave my friend behind, but I knew there might not be another chance to catch the man if I didn't now, and I knew just how helpless I was when it came to investigating. So I threw all I had at this man, not relenting in my pursuit until he had eventually begun to slow down. But even when I thought I had caught him, he was only merely playing the exhausted murderer, and had been leading me into a group of his buddies, whom then attempted to make short work of me after they had managed to knock the gun out of my hand. At the time, I was lucky those men had improvised melee weapons, because it only really takes one shot to end a life. Even though I was unarmed, I was more than enough for a couple of thugs with bats. After a brief struggle, I had succeeded in knocking one man out and was about to do the same when the murderer had begun sprinting away again, perhaps realizing that things weren't going as he'd hoped. I did not waste time disarming and knocking the next man out before resuming the chase, once again picking up the gun. I was now expecting another ambush at this point and, regaining some of my composure, decided to radio in the current events to my superior at the time, who instructed me to continue following him. I would have done so anyway, though.
When the murderer ducked into an older-looking warehouse of sorts, I prepared myself for the fight to come. The possibility that there were more people in this place was very high, but I could not lose sight of him or my friend's murderer could get away forever. Steeling myself, I made sure the gun was ready to fire and followed in. Immediately as I did, I heard shots rang out as a few bullets whizzed by my head, and I promptly took cover following this behind the nearest available wall. There were quite a few many men in this building, and had they all owned guns then I surely would've died, but all the preparation for me they had was the murderer running in and shouting his head off, or so I assume, so only a few thugs were using a firearm, the rest were completely unarmed. The firefight that followed was quite stressful, but as none of them seemed to have any actual training with a gun, I eventually wound up victorious. I took a few lives that day during the firefight and escape physically unscathed, but mentally exhausted. Since the man who murdered my friend had found himself another gun, I was given little choice on what to do with him in the end, but I can't bring myself to regret that. When all was said and done, I had somehow managed to bring most of these men to justice, enough to know that this particular group was disbanded permanently. Still... I did not feel relieved in the least, only regret towards being someone who couldn't even protect their own friend. I made sure to attend his funeral, gave a speech about how courageous and strong of a person he was. And I made a promise to him that I would make this world a better place when I became an admiral and while I was becoming one.
I was rewarded the position of Lieutenant for my achievements during that day, and I knew although his death was tragic, it was not in vain. A few months since my promotion, I was assigned to be under the command of an admiral named Troth. I won't forget my friend, nor how helpless I am when it comes to using my head. I've heard that Troth is less inclined towards running straight into a mess, whereas that is all I ever seem to do. Maybe I'll learn a few things from her? I can only hope I'll become better fit for the rank of admiral by learning from one. "
Extra:
Like is a very.... tame word for his attitude towards strawberries. It is safe to say that Adell is also a human too, and that he may or may not have odd reactions if a woman were to, say, eat a strawberry in a very provocative manner.
