Post by Adrian Kreever on Nov 2, 2009 13:52:36 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Adrian Edmund Kreever
Also Known As: Crazy eyes, Creeper
Age: 17
Height: 5'11”
Weight: 137 lbs
Blood Type: A-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Deep purple or golden yellow
Hair: Black
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
Various gymnastics (boxing, parkour, aerobics, etc.), literature, philosophy and psychology.
Talents:
Psychology, biology and athletics. He is also and adept pick-pocket and skilled at shutting out pain due to his 'self-experimentation'.
Favorite things:
Hurting 'bad' people, pulling off a con or crime, making his parents proud, psychoanalyzing anybody but himself.
Sports/Clubs: None
Misc.: Vegetarian
Mental Information
Personality:
Adrian is a young man who, in many ways, never really matured. He hurts people because he enjoys it, but at the same time his greatest fear is loosing those few people that love him. This drives him to limit the people who get the close to him, but after more than a decade of living a double life his defenses are worn down and someone is bound to get through, sooner or later.
Mentality:
Moderately stable, everything considered. For the moment, the only goals of his life is growing stronger and keeping his parents happy, ie, making sure they DON'T find out about his little hobby! He started cutting himself as part of an experiment to heighten his pain threshold, keep his immune system on its toes and, in the long run, to add a light layer of armour to his person. He wishes to surpass all around him so that, in the end, he'll have nothing to fear from anyone.
It should be noted that he has worked very hard to to keep his past a secret from anyone, and so it is very unlikely that your character knows anything about him except perhaps the incident with the older bully. He has kept his activities since then secret from everyone else by use of Murderer's Mask and intimidation.
Ideal:
'There are two kinds of men in this world, the one who respects his place in the world and the one who tries to steal from him. It's my duty to help the former by destroying the later.'
Belief:
Agnostic: 'The major religions've got something right, but those people who claim to be conduits to a higher power can go fuck themselves. They're on my list of "Things to do before I die" -chuckles-'
Physical Information
Build:
Scrawny, near gaunt, though still some measure of muscle. Lithe and graceful.
Defining Marks:
Patterned scars on arms, legs and upper body and eyes that occasionally change colour in situations of great stimulus. No tatoos... yet.
Description:
Adrian is a skinny, pale youth who could have been handsome had he any real effort into his looks. His pale skin is marked by self-inflicted scars, though he takes care to keep these hidden, his eyes are rimmed in dark and his jet-black hair is a mess. He tends to wear loose clothing offers him a modicum of concealment, mostly hooded jumpers with long sleeves and loose trousers with many pockets. His eyes have the unique quirk of changing colour when his Qi awakens, though the effect seems to be purely cosmetic. Normally his eyes will be a deep, dark bluish-purple, and this is the case in nearly every situation. When Adrian's Qi awakens, however, through feelings of anger, hatred, excitement or lust, they turn into a deep, golden yellow. Adrian is aware of the change when it occurs, but has no control over it.
Despite Adrian's scrawny build he moves with an unmistakable grace and self-assurance. The scars are hidden beneath loose clothing where they serve their purpose as armor and heightening his pain threshold.
Apparel Information
Head Gear:
Shirts:
Pants:
Shoes:
Misc:
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Mainly untrained, though with hints of boxing
Years Practiced: Untrained; N/A, Boxing; 4 months
Description of style: Adrian does not consciously subscribe to a specific system of fighting, rather, he does what feels natural in a combat situation, relying on his instincts above anything else. His attacks tend to be unconventional, but determined and his defense primarily focuses on not being where your opponent wants you to be. He relies heavily on counter-attacks as he has found his ability to determine incoming attacks more reliable than striking against a stance he doesn't understand. He abstains from few attacks, notably those that cause permanent damage (eyes, ears etc.) since, as he quickly found, those garner a lot more attention than he conventional damage.
History Information
History:
Adrian was a malicious child, playing pranks and hazardous tricks on his parents before he had even learned to communicate properly, greasing door-steps and pouring needles and broken glass into his parents' footwear. His parents were terrified, and quickly realized it was either them or their child. But being soft people at heart, and unable to look at their son without feeling just a pang of remorse, killing was out of the question, and the thought of abandoning him to the whims of fate was too much for either of them to bear. Instead, they made contact with a friend in a child-adoption agency who assured them she would do all she could to keep both their child, and themselves, out of harm's way. Shuffled away into a system of endless paperwork and faceless administrators, Adrian was liberated in a moment's distraction on the part of the gatekeeper his parents had left in control of his future. As she went to attend a meeting of the local branch, the final paperwork concerning the child's adoption was signed, and he was given over to Oluf and Elisa Kreever, a middle-aged couple who, for all their love, could not have a child of their own. They named him Adrian after Elisa's grandfather and cared for him as had he been their own.
What nobody had foreseen, least of all Adrian's former jailer, was that being abandoned by his parents had actually hurt him deeply. He had never actually meant to hurt them, it had all been a game to him, and now they were gone. When he once again felt love, after having been starved of it whilst caught in bureaucracy, he wasn't as quick to turn it down. He grew up a loved and loving son, forcing himself to limit his pranks to less damaging forms. But it pained him.
Among other kids, starting from kindergarten and never really stopping, he was a prime target for bullies, not least because he didn't care for them at all. His parents had told him that only bad kids hit each other, and so he did not resort to violence though he longed to do so. He was often targeted by bullies all the way through elementary school, but most were scared off by his utter lack fear of them. Kids from other classes, notably the higher ones, heard about Adrian's resilience and, as bullies do, saw him as a threat to their authority. Within a week's time the beatings began again, only worse now, as older kids were now giving him their 'attention'. One kid in particular, a troubled, overweight boy named Michael Johnson, or just Mike, was vicious, and within very few weeks Adrian found himself in a hospital, looking puzzled as men and women in white clothes ran back and forth, writing things down, patting him on the head and filling him with morphine. His parents came to see him, and he was glad, until he saw mother cry. Father was angry, but not at him this time. No, he was saying something about how such shit-brats shouldn't be allowed to go to school with functioning children and that their parents should be punished and that he'd have them all expelled and some such. Adrian smiled, he liked father and mother, but father always said so many things when he was sad. And Adrian didn't like seeing mother and father sad.
Adrian was back in school a few weeks feeling a little stiff in a few of his joints but otherwise fine. He had smiled when mother had tried to talk him into staying home 'a few more days', and when father had repeatedly told him that he would be no loss of a man for staying home and 'taking it easy'. He loved them, but he wouldn't stay at home when the one who had made them cry was walking around unpunished. One of his teachers tried to talk some courage into him and Adrian went through the motions of looking first slightly fearsome and withdrawn, then captivated, then relieved and encouraged. It was tiresome but it had to be done to keep the shrink off his back. The teacher had said something about having had a 'VERY serious little sit-down with Michael' and 'having discussed the matter in depth with his parents' and something about a serious warning, but both Adrian and his teacher knew exactly what that meant: Jack 'n squat if even that much. Adrian just saw nothing terrifying in that truth. He knew why Mike did what he did, he had seen the way Mike's father would look at him, how his hands would rest and how Mike would try to shift away from his touch and be denied. He had even heard Mike's mother tell him off once when no one could see him, how easier things would be if he'd just stop crying so loudly 'every damn time your father needs some comfort!'
He knew these things and more, but they mattered little.
A short while after lunch Mike was waddling back from his lunch toward class and, as he was late as usual, he was among the last people in the cafeteria. Suddenly he felt something impact on the back of his head, sending him stumbling forward. Supporting himself on one of the lunch-tables he turned to look behind him as the second blow landed, sending him to the floor where Adrian, wielding a sugar-bowl as his weapon, leapt to straddle him and continued to smash the small, ceramic bowl into Mike's face until he felt warm blood stain his face. Licking a drop from his upper-lip he let the bowl fall to the floor and began laughing, for the first time since before he was adopted feeling that enrapturing sensation of power again, so much sweeter now after all those years of abstinence. That was the first time his eyes changed, though the teachers hauling him off to the principals office were too occupied to notice. The sight of Mike laying limb on the ground with shards of the sugar-bowl stuck in his face and sugar-cubes greedily sucking up his blood was a sight that would serve Adrian as a reference point many years into the future. Adrian learned two valuable lessons on that day, that virtually nobody could prepare against an enemy who would go to any length to see you destroyed, and that mother and father were not only sad when they heard of the incident, but that his actions had actually endangered them.
The little family moved to California not long after.
By allowing himself to assault Mike, Adrian had awoken his dark appetite and he found himself caught up in a double-life, one where he on one side be a grade-A student who worked hard and studied even harder, earning high grades, scholarship opportunities and, most important of all, made mother and father happy. On the other side, he would assault people he decided where too weak and needed a taste of the pain they caused themselves. He picked up boxing to help him in this, though only fitness boxing to make sure his parents wouldn't suspect anything. He managed to keep up the façade for a little over a decade, but shortly before it was time to decide which high-school would the right move for him to make, the Pillar System was enacted, and Adrian, due to the attack on Mike being noted in his records, was selected to join the PHS 259. Mother and father were upset and wrote letters and complaints and all, and Adrian played along, looking sad or angry when it was needed, but he also tried to ease their agitation. Truth be told, he was relieved. No longer would he have to hide his actions with the same cumbrous vigilance that had slowly, but surely, driven him toward the edge of his mental capacity for, as is well known, there's no better place to hide the actions of a wolf, than among other wolves, and Adrian is immensely relieved to finally cast off his sheep's clothing. He would be away from mother and father, and that bothered him, but he promised them and himself to come and visit as often as he could.
Now, heading off to an institution of violent, juvenile delinquents not unlike himself, he looks forward to start his real education. He recently began targeting drug-dealers with his 'pranks', robbing them of their money, product and leaving them to find out when they needed it the most, leaving many of them of them at the mercy of their loan-sharks. Adrian has never felt quite so happy.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence:
A shitty apartment in a just as shitty neighborhood. The only real advantage of this, the privacy, is something Adrian treasures greatly.
Roommates: (N/A)
Starting Stats:
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 10
Exp gained: 24
Wins:0 Draws:2 Losses:0
Chance meetings (Adrian)
Karma is such a bitch (Autumn)
Class participation: 4
Links to threads participated in:
Fight Club: 4 exp
Other: 16
The Great Feast: 6 exp
Making the Switch (December 2009): 5 exp
Another way to start the year! (January 2010): 5 exp
Unused exp: 9
Current stats:
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 30
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 10
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!
Name: Adrian Edmund Kreever
Also Known As: Crazy eyes, Creeper
Age: 17
Height: 5'11”
Weight: 137 lbs
Blood Type: A-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Deep purple or golden yellow
Hair: Black
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
Various gymnastics (boxing, parkour, aerobics, etc.), literature, philosophy and psychology.
Talents:
Psychology, biology and athletics. He is also and adept pick-pocket and skilled at shutting out pain due to his 'self-experimentation'.
Favorite things:
Hurting 'bad' people, pulling off a con or crime, making his parents proud, psychoanalyzing anybody but himself.
Sports/Clubs: None
Misc.: Vegetarian
Mental Information
Personality:
Adrian is a young man who, in many ways, never really matured. He hurts people because he enjoys it, but at the same time his greatest fear is loosing those few people that love him. This drives him to limit the people who get the close to him, but after more than a decade of living a double life his defenses are worn down and someone is bound to get through, sooner or later.
Mentality:
Moderately stable, everything considered. For the moment, the only goals of his life is growing stronger and keeping his parents happy, ie, making sure they DON'T find out about his little hobby! He started cutting himself as part of an experiment to heighten his pain threshold, keep his immune system on its toes and, in the long run, to add a light layer of armour to his person. He wishes to surpass all around him so that, in the end, he'll have nothing to fear from anyone.
It should be noted that he has worked very hard to to keep his past a secret from anyone, and so it is very unlikely that your character knows anything about him except perhaps the incident with the older bully. He has kept his activities since then secret from everyone else by use of Murderer's Mask and intimidation.
Ideal:
'There are two kinds of men in this world, the one who respects his place in the world and the one who tries to steal from him. It's my duty to help the former by destroying the later.'
Belief:
Agnostic: 'The major religions've got something right, but those people who claim to be conduits to a higher power can go fuck themselves. They're on my list of "Things to do before I die" -chuckles-'
Physical Information
Build:
Scrawny, near gaunt, though still some measure of muscle. Lithe and graceful.
Defining Marks:
Patterned scars on arms, legs and upper body and eyes that occasionally change colour in situations of great stimulus. No tatoos... yet.
Description:
Adrian is a skinny, pale youth who could have been handsome had he any real effort into his looks. His pale skin is marked by self-inflicted scars, though he takes care to keep these hidden, his eyes are rimmed in dark and his jet-black hair is a mess. He tends to wear loose clothing offers him a modicum of concealment, mostly hooded jumpers with long sleeves and loose trousers with many pockets. His eyes have the unique quirk of changing colour when his Qi awakens, though the effect seems to be purely cosmetic. Normally his eyes will be a deep, dark bluish-purple, and this is the case in nearly every situation. When Adrian's Qi awakens, however, through feelings of anger, hatred, excitement or lust, they turn into a deep, golden yellow. Adrian is aware of the change when it occurs, but has no control over it.
Despite Adrian's scrawny build he moves with an unmistakable grace and self-assurance. The scars are hidden beneath loose clothing where they serve their purpose as armor and heightening his pain threshold.
Apparel Information
Head Gear:
Shirts:
Pants:
Shoes:
Misc:
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Mainly untrained, though with hints of boxing
Years Practiced: Untrained; N/A, Boxing; 4 months
Description of style: Adrian does not consciously subscribe to a specific system of fighting, rather, he does what feels natural in a combat situation, relying on his instincts above anything else. His attacks tend to be unconventional, but determined and his defense primarily focuses on not being where your opponent wants you to be. He relies heavily on counter-attacks as he has found his ability to determine incoming attacks more reliable than striking against a stance he doesn't understand. He abstains from few attacks, notably those that cause permanent damage (eyes, ears etc.) since, as he quickly found, those garner a lot more attention than he conventional damage.
History Information
History:
Adrian was a malicious child, playing pranks and hazardous tricks on his parents before he had even learned to communicate properly, greasing door-steps and pouring needles and broken glass into his parents' footwear. His parents were terrified, and quickly realized it was either them or their child. But being soft people at heart, and unable to look at their son without feeling just a pang of remorse, killing was out of the question, and the thought of abandoning him to the whims of fate was too much for either of them to bear. Instead, they made contact with a friend in a child-adoption agency who assured them she would do all she could to keep both their child, and themselves, out of harm's way. Shuffled away into a system of endless paperwork and faceless administrators, Adrian was liberated in a moment's distraction on the part of the gatekeeper his parents had left in control of his future. As she went to attend a meeting of the local branch, the final paperwork concerning the child's adoption was signed, and he was given over to Oluf and Elisa Kreever, a middle-aged couple who, for all their love, could not have a child of their own. They named him Adrian after Elisa's grandfather and cared for him as had he been their own.
What nobody had foreseen, least of all Adrian's former jailer, was that being abandoned by his parents had actually hurt him deeply. He had never actually meant to hurt them, it had all been a game to him, and now they were gone. When he once again felt love, after having been starved of it whilst caught in bureaucracy, he wasn't as quick to turn it down. He grew up a loved and loving son, forcing himself to limit his pranks to less damaging forms. But it pained him.
Among other kids, starting from kindergarten and never really stopping, he was a prime target for bullies, not least because he didn't care for them at all. His parents had told him that only bad kids hit each other, and so he did not resort to violence though he longed to do so. He was often targeted by bullies all the way through elementary school, but most were scared off by his utter lack fear of them. Kids from other classes, notably the higher ones, heard about Adrian's resilience and, as bullies do, saw him as a threat to their authority. Within a week's time the beatings began again, only worse now, as older kids were now giving him their 'attention'. One kid in particular, a troubled, overweight boy named Michael Johnson, or just Mike, was vicious, and within very few weeks Adrian found himself in a hospital, looking puzzled as men and women in white clothes ran back and forth, writing things down, patting him on the head and filling him with morphine. His parents came to see him, and he was glad, until he saw mother cry. Father was angry, but not at him this time. No, he was saying something about how such shit-brats shouldn't be allowed to go to school with functioning children and that their parents should be punished and that he'd have them all expelled and some such. Adrian smiled, he liked father and mother, but father always said so many things when he was sad. And Adrian didn't like seeing mother and father sad.
Adrian was back in school a few weeks feeling a little stiff in a few of his joints but otherwise fine. He had smiled when mother had tried to talk him into staying home 'a few more days', and when father had repeatedly told him that he would be no loss of a man for staying home and 'taking it easy'. He loved them, but he wouldn't stay at home when the one who had made them cry was walking around unpunished. One of his teachers tried to talk some courage into him and Adrian went through the motions of looking first slightly fearsome and withdrawn, then captivated, then relieved and encouraged. It was tiresome but it had to be done to keep the shrink off his back. The teacher had said something about having had a 'VERY serious little sit-down with Michael' and 'having discussed the matter in depth with his parents' and something about a serious warning, but both Adrian and his teacher knew exactly what that meant: Jack 'n squat if even that much. Adrian just saw nothing terrifying in that truth. He knew why Mike did what he did, he had seen the way Mike's father would look at him, how his hands would rest and how Mike would try to shift away from his touch and be denied. He had even heard Mike's mother tell him off once when no one could see him, how easier things would be if he'd just stop crying so loudly 'every damn time your father needs some comfort!'
He knew these things and more, but they mattered little.
A short while after lunch Mike was waddling back from his lunch toward class and, as he was late as usual, he was among the last people in the cafeteria. Suddenly he felt something impact on the back of his head, sending him stumbling forward. Supporting himself on one of the lunch-tables he turned to look behind him as the second blow landed, sending him to the floor where Adrian, wielding a sugar-bowl as his weapon, leapt to straddle him and continued to smash the small, ceramic bowl into Mike's face until he felt warm blood stain his face. Licking a drop from his upper-lip he let the bowl fall to the floor and began laughing, for the first time since before he was adopted feeling that enrapturing sensation of power again, so much sweeter now after all those years of abstinence. That was the first time his eyes changed, though the teachers hauling him off to the principals office were too occupied to notice. The sight of Mike laying limb on the ground with shards of the sugar-bowl stuck in his face and sugar-cubes greedily sucking up his blood was a sight that would serve Adrian as a reference point many years into the future. Adrian learned two valuable lessons on that day, that virtually nobody could prepare against an enemy who would go to any length to see you destroyed, and that mother and father were not only sad when they heard of the incident, but that his actions had actually endangered them.
The little family moved to California not long after.
By allowing himself to assault Mike, Adrian had awoken his dark appetite and he found himself caught up in a double-life, one where he on one side be a grade-A student who worked hard and studied even harder, earning high grades, scholarship opportunities and, most important of all, made mother and father happy. On the other side, he would assault people he decided where too weak and needed a taste of the pain they caused themselves. He picked up boxing to help him in this, though only fitness boxing to make sure his parents wouldn't suspect anything. He managed to keep up the façade for a little over a decade, but shortly before it was time to decide which high-school would the right move for him to make, the Pillar System was enacted, and Adrian, due to the attack on Mike being noted in his records, was selected to join the PHS 259. Mother and father were upset and wrote letters and complaints and all, and Adrian played along, looking sad or angry when it was needed, but he also tried to ease their agitation. Truth be told, he was relieved. No longer would he have to hide his actions with the same cumbrous vigilance that had slowly, but surely, driven him toward the edge of his mental capacity for, as is well known, there's no better place to hide the actions of a wolf, than among other wolves, and Adrian is immensely relieved to finally cast off his sheep's clothing. He would be away from mother and father, and that bothered him, but he promised them and himself to come and visit as often as he could.
Now, heading off to an institution of violent, juvenile delinquents not unlike himself, he looks forward to start his real education. He recently began targeting drug-dealers with his 'pranks', robbing them of their money, product and leaving them to find out when they needed it the most, leaving many of them of them at the mercy of their loan-sharks. Adrian has never felt quite so happy.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence:
A shitty apartment in a just as shitty neighborhood. The only real advantage of this, the privacy, is something Adrian treasures greatly.
Roommates: (N/A)
Starting Stats:
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 10
Exp gained: 24
Wins:0 Draws:2 Losses:0
Chance meetings (Adrian)
Karma is such a bitch (Autumn)
Class participation: 4
Links to threads participated in:
Fight Club: 4 exp
Other: 16
The Great Feast: 6 exp
Making the Switch (December 2009): 5 exp
Another way to start the year! (January 2010): 5 exp
Unused exp: 9
Current stats:
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 30
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 10
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Christmas Colours (+10 Con) |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!
