Adrian Daemons

[Adrian Daemons]

The Basics

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Name: Adrian Bradley Daemons
Nicknames: Dri (pronounced DREE)
Age: 17
Orientation: Homosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers:
Weather Manipulation:
Adrian has control over weather. He can create rain, snow, lightning, thunder, hail, tornadoes, and mist as well as a variety of other weather conditions. If it’s weather, he can create it. Adrian cannot produce weather patterns from his body. Anything he manipulates comes directly from the sky. As such, if he’s locked inside without any windows or doors or any connection to the sky, his is virtually powerless. The only exception is wind, which he has limited control of. His range is also a bit limited. So far, he has managed a radius of about fifteen feet, and that was at his best. Adrian’s powers are directly linked to his emotions. His powers are at their strongest when he is angry but they are also very unpredictable and uncontrollable. He often suppresses extreme feelings to prevent his powers from reacting violently. This usually causes him horrible headaches.

Play By: Jamie Johnston

The Details

Hair Color: Dirty Blond
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? None
General Appearance:
Adrian stands at a nice tall height of 5’10. Fortunately for him, he’s not a gangly sort of tall. But neither is he particularly muscular. Even though he does play sports, he’s never played them regularly enough to actually get into any impressive shape. He spent a good amount of time in a hot, sunny country, which gave him a nice, healthy, tan, which he had maintained when he was in Texas before moving to Luuna. He has dirty blond hair, which usually sticks up, as he doesn’t bother to run a brush or a comb through it. His eyes are a dark blue, kinda like the sky just before the sun disappears. People have told him that his eyes are his best feature. A smile is usually plastered upon his face, which is reciprocated in his eyes, giving him a jovial, carefree look.

Adrian’s clothing style is very casual. Basically, his philosophy on clothing is “if it fits, I’ll wear it.” He’ll wear shirts that may have slightly bizarre color schemes, but has mostly restricted his pants color to shades of blue, black, and, at times, beige. Sometimes he might break from this just to be eccentric with his pair of plaid shorts. Lately, since he has entered high school, where image is a bit more important than in middle school, he has made an effort to match a bit more. He utterly loathes fancy dress clothes as they make him feel uncomfortable both mentally and physically. The only time he "willingly" wears them is when he’s going to a wedding or a funeral. Adrian usually wears a pair of white Nike high-tops with little black panthers all over them. When he doesn’t feel like wearing shoes he’ll wear a pair of black and blue flip-flops. Sometimes, he can be seen with a pair of earphones glued to his ears. The other end is inserted into an iPod, which blasts all kinds of music into his ears.

Personality:
Adrian is a very laid-back person. Most of the time he marches to the beat of his own drum, trying to not let things bother him. Sometimes, he can be rather impulsive. He may laugh at things that other people don’t see the humor behind or he may say things that make absolutely no sense. Most of the time, Adrian is seen with a large smile on his face. He is a natural optimist, always looking on the bright side of life. The only time his grin is absent is when he’s feeling stressed, fear, or anger. He loves to always be doing something, whether it is running or power practice or even just reading a book. He feels that life’s too short to be wasted doing nothing. He is practically imperturbable, though every now and then something from outside world penetrates into his mind. Only a LARGE amount of stress, fear, or anger is able to crack him. He has to keep his emotions in check or else risk his powers getting out of control. He is a natural procrastinator, preferring to have fun and then do his work, usually right before he goes to bed, or, if it’s not a huge task, right before school starts. It doesn’t help that he’s not very good at time management. Planning is something that doesn’t come naturally to Adrian. He finds it hard to concentrate, as he is easily distracted. He has a very hard time being organized. His room usually looks like a tornado hit it (and it’s completely possible that one did), so he has a hard time finding things.
Anger is not something that Adrian often feels but when he does, he can be rather vicious. Try not to get him angry. His power is directly linked to his emotions so it can get out of control in a bout of anger. He’s not particularly brave and he will back down from a fight about nothing but he will at least try to stand up for his rights and beliefs. While using his power, he finds it harder to make good decisions, often acting very impulsively. One thing he can’t stand is to see someone who can’t stand up for themselves being tormented. He will step in and try to help, sometimes putting his own safety in danger if he really cares about the person he is protecting. Adrian loves to be around people. He likes having a lot of friends. Then, when one can’t be there, you always have another. Adrian can be a friend to just about anyone. He tries to look past people’s bad qualities and focus on their good ones.
Furthermore, he really excels at lying. While he is usually honest, be careful because you never know when he might try to pull the wool over your eyes, though he’s usually only doing it as a joke. There’s nothing Adrian loves more than laughing, whether it be laughing at someone else or himself. He has developed a flair for the dramatic, giving him a love for the fine art of acting. He absolutely loves to play tricks on people, usually harmless ones that don’t hurt anyone. However, he has been known to go too far. Alongside his sense of humor is a fine sense of sarcasm. When annoyed or in a situation where he doesn’t know how to respond (both of these may happen often, though he tries not to show it) Adrian will revert to sarcasm. He also uses it to joke around, though when he does it is accompanied by his characteristically large grin. Also, Adrian seems to know exactly what to do to get on someone’s good side. On the flip side, he also knows exactly what to do to get someone really annoyed at him. Even though he loves to have fun, he does have a serious side.

Your Vices

Likes:

[/li][li] Laughing
[/li][li] Acting
[/li][li] His Electronics (Laptop, iPod, etc.)
[/li][li] Daydreaming
[/li][li] Costumes
[/li][li] Reading
[/li][li] Comic Books
[/li][li] Music
[/li][li] Storms
[/li][li] Jolly Ranchers
[/li][li] Drama (as in acting)
[/li][li] Musicals (he likes music and drama. It’s kind of mandatory)
[/li][li] Singing (his mom always sang to him and it kinda rubbed off on him)
[/li][li] Animals
[/li][li] The Color Red
[/li][li] His ability

Dislikes:
[/li][li] Injustice
[/li][li] Boredom
[/li][li] Work
[/li][li] Being Bothered
[/li][li] Science
[/li][li] Needles
[/li][li] Going to the dentist or doctor (because of their needles)
[/li][li] When his mom tries to unravel the deep, dark recesses of his mind with her psychiatric techniques
[/li][li] Brussels Sprouts
[/li][li] Chess
[/li][li] Arrogance
[/li][li] Discrimination
[/li][li] Clowns
[/li][li] Not Being Bi-Lingual

Strengths:
[/li][li] Easy to get along with
[/li][li] Confident
[/li][li] Smart
[/li][li] Unpredictable and Impulsive
[/li][li] Acting
[/li][li] Smart
[/li][li] Lying

Weaknesses:
[/li][li] Procrastinator
[/li][li] Can be a bit clueless at times
[/li][li] He’d do almost anything for his mom
[/li][li] Very Disorganized

Fears:
[/li][li] Needles
[/li][li] Losing Complete Control of His Powers
[/li][li] Losing his mom

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Family Ties

Father: Joseph Martin (he never knew him)
Mother: Sonya Daemons
Siblings: Nope
Any Other Important People: Not particularly. It’s always been just him and his mom.

History

Adrian’s history begins before he was born, with a one-night stand almost eighteen years ago. His mother, Sonya Daemons, was a respected adolescent psychiatrist in Washington D.C., and had spent the last fifteen years of her life finishing school and raising herself to the top of her field. She had just had a big breakthrough with a patient that she had been working with for three years. Her friends had thought that it would be a good idea to celebrate in Vegas, though she was completely against it. She was way too busy to go on vacation. So they kidnapped her. Her friends literally blindfolded her, dragged her to the airport and took her to Las Vegas. Most of the time, she sat in the corner with her glass of water while her friends had the time of their lives. However, about the day before they were to leave, she met Joseph Daemons. He swept her off her feet. He was charming, funny, and the nicest guy she had met in a long time, even though he was about ten years younger than her. And he got her to drink. And loosen up just a bit. Perhaps a bit too much. Before she knew it, she was waking up in someone else’s bed with Joseph lying next to her. Appalled with herself, she left a note and left, rushing to meet her friends to catch her plane. Though she did have a bit of a surprise when she got back. She was pregnant.

A week later, she was back in Las Vegas, sitting at Joseph’s dining room table. She gave him the news as succinctly as possible. Marriage was the first option but neither one of them really wanted to get married. He suggested that she should have an abortion. She shot down that idea as quick as it came up. As a child psychiatrist, believe it or not, she actually cared about kids and an abortion went against her beliefs. She told him that she didn’t expect anything from him. She was more than capable of raising a child on her own. Joseph had been more than happy to give up any right to the child. After all, he was only twenty-five and in no ways ready to have a kid. So Adrian was raised single-handedly by his mother.

The biggest problem now was hiding the truth from everyone. Sonya made up a story about how her two-week vacation was to marry her long time sweetheart who lived in her hometown of St. Louis. The consummation of the marriage led to the conception of a child. About a month in to her pregnancy, she went under the radar under the pretext that her sweetheart had tragically died in a car accident. A month later (the appropriate mourning time) she returned, looking to everyone like a woman who was strong enough to face the world even though she was heartbroken. She knew that it she would probably get caught in her lie one day but by then perhaps no one would care. What else was she supposed to do? She was at the top of her game! She couldn’t exactly give that all up! And a scandal like a one-night stand would be just the sort of thing to ruin her spotless reputation! Most parents would like the person with whom they’re entrusting their child’s wellbeing to be a saint who didn’t have extramarital relations with random strangers. So she didn’t tell anyone.

Unfortunately, what happens in Vegas does not always stay in Vegas. She doesn’t know who told, but somehow, the story of Adrian’s birth got out to her colleagues and she was discredited. For some reason, people didn’t like the fact that their shrink had had an extramarital relationship and a child had come from it. And then there’s the fact that she had lied. Apparently, she was the first person in the history of the world to have All of a sudden, it seemed like she couldn’t get a patient to save her life. So she moved. Of course, she was very offended and, as a very headstrong woman, she never was one to stick around where she wasn’t wanted. So she moved back to her hometown of St. Louis with her son, who was thirteen at the time. It was a lot easier to set up there than it would have been to start all over in a new place.

Sonya was a very no-nonsense type woman who never let Adrian get away with anything. She always pushed him to do the best he could, even when he himself didn’t think he could. She made sure that he excelled in school, whether he liked it or not. She had worked hard to overcome her own humble beginnings and she was going to make sure that Adrian did the same. She made sure that he was determined and confident in all his endeavors. She made sure that he treated everyone with the respect and courtesy that they deserved (even if they didn’t deserve it) and instilled in him the will to always do the right thing, even though she was living a lie and had never told Adrian that his father was still alive until he was thirteen. It’s one of the “do what I say, not what I do” type things.

Adrian’s power didn’t manifest until he was about sixteen, only last year. He was walking home from school on a completely cloudless day, in a rather bad mood, when, all of a sudden, out of the blue, a bolt of lightning came out of nowhere. It hit a nearby tree, scaring him out of about a year’s worth of growth. Of course he ran. He was freaked out. Another bolt blocked his path though, a few feet in front of him. He remembered something about lightning never striking the same place twice. He ran back and stood under the tree and, would you believe, another bolt of lightning hit the tree again. Thankfully, it hit the tree and not him. That was it. He sprinted as fast as he could towards home, barely keeping ahead of the occasional lightning bolt. Bursting through the door, he ran up to his room and collapsed on his bed. He was exhausted. He thought it was from running home but he hadn’t run all that far. Things were really weird as he dropped into an uneasy sleep. He didn’t really know what had happened and he couldn’t get it off his mind. It was about a week later that someone showed up at his house, spouting off some nonsense to him and his mom about him being a meta-human. Despite how ridiculous it sounded, he had to admit, it did make sense. They invited him to Hammel Institute, a school for people like him. And it sounded promising. A few months later, they moved to Vermont, with Adrian going to the Hammel Institute and his mother finding a position in the city.

Roleplay Example

(This is from a Harry Potter roleplay, but Adrian is generally the same.)

“Cut the sopophorous bean in order to release the juice within.”

After reading the directions for what felt like the thousandth time, Adrian carefully held the bean with two fingers while trying to angle his knife between said fingers so as to cut the bean without losing his appendages. A careful downwards slice, and the bean instantly shot from between his fingers, bouncing off somewhere under one of the desks scattered throughout the room. The knife he clutched in his hand dug deep into the table as he stabbed it viciously into the wood in his anger.

Yes, it’s true. Believe it or not, Adrian was inside on this wonderful, school free, sun shiny day, in the dungeons no less. He was in an empty classroom, his only companions being his Potions cauldron and the ingredients needed to make the very difficult Draught of Living Death. They had been studying the potion the previous day in Potions and trying to brew a perfect batch. Unfortunately, Adrian, who normally was more than adept at the fine art of potion brewing had been having more than a little bit of trouble with this particular potion. The potion did not turn out quite as he (or anyone for that matter) had planned. Maybe he added too much wormwood. Or asphodel. Either way, the potion had ended up a strange puce color. And it killed the mouse that they had been testing the potions on. It had been more than a little frustrating knowing that the skill he usually had in the subject seemed to be deserting him. It had burned him up all day long and even haunted his dreams that night. In the dream, he hung over a boiling cauldron full of a perfectly brewed Draught of Living Death.

He had woken up this morning, way earlier than was usual (or necessary, due to the fact that it was Saturday), with an intense feeling in his gut that he would never be satisfied until he was able to perfect that Draught of Living Death. And so, gathering his cauldron and all the necessary ingredients, he had made his way to this empty classroom to make the potion. Where he was still having trouble. He grabbed another bean and, pulling his wand from his pocket, magically stuck it to the table. “Try to move now,” he growled angrily at the bean. Needles to say, he was really irritated. Pulling the knife from the table he again set about to cutting the bean. This time, the bean stayed still.

About thirty minutes later, after adding the last of the ingredients, Adrian stirred the potion vigorously, not caring that the liquid was overflowing the edge of the cauldron, splashing all over the table and his clothes. He was annoyed with that infuriating bean. Most of the last half hour had been spent trying to get even a thimbleful of liquid from it yet it stubbornly withheld it juices. He had had to cut up six more just to get enough to add to the potion. His fingers were still stinging from the cuts from his knife slipping, even though that healing spell was very effective. Adrian stirred as fast as he possibly could, despite the mess, hoping that the purple potion would turn to clear. But it wasn’t meant to be. The potion settled into a cloudy white color. Pulling the spoon from the cauldron, he slammed it down on the table. That was the third time that had happened!

Sighing in defeat, Adrian picked up his wand and, for the third time in perhaps as many hours, with a wave of his wand and a murmured “Evanesco,”

[/i] vanished the mess made from his stirring from the desk and his clothes. Another wave and another mutter and what was left of the potion in the cauldron vanished as well. Adrian turned again to his ingredients on the table behind him with every intention of trying to brew the potion again. However, before he could even pick up the first valerian root, his stomach alerted him of its dire need for food. He had awaken before breakfast and had been trying to make this potion ever since. Maybe he could stop with this nonsense and go get something to eat. He could always ask the Potions master for help with the Potion tomorrow. Or on Monday. Or maybe next month. Whichever came last. If he never saw this potion again, it would only be too soon.

With a wave of his wand, the potion ingredients flew into the empty cauldron. Leaving it where it was, he left the classroom, stowing his wand in his pocket. He could always come back for it later. He strolled quickly down the dark stone corridor, making his way towards the kitchens. It was almost ten o’clock, meaning that breakfast was almost over, if it wasn’t already. It would just be a lot easier to go to straight to the food source. Standing in front of the large portrait of a fruit bowl, he paused for a moment as he tried to remember which part of the picture you were supposed to tickle. Was it the apple? Or maybe the pineapple? It had been a while since he had been here. The last time was in his…third year, perhaps? The painting had seemed a lot taller then. Suddenly struck with inspiration, he reached upwards and tickled the big green pear. It squirmed and seemed to laugh before transforming into a door handle. Pulling the door open, he stepped inside and was immediately met with the sight, sound, and smell of hundreds of house elves preparing for lunch. The smell alone was enough to set his stomach to rumbling again.

“Can I be helping sir?” A high squeaky voice piped up from around his knees. A glance downward revealed the owner to be a house elf.
“Can I get something to eat?”
“What would sir be wanting to eat?”
“Um…how about some eggs, pancakes, and bacon?”
“Right away, sir.” The elf bowed and then turned away to rush back into the bedlam of the kitchen.
“Oh, and a goblet of pumpkin juice!” Adrian yelled after the retreating elf, who turned around again and gave another bow before rushing off again.

Now just to wait. Turning around to look for somewhere to sit and await his breakfast, he noticed a girl sitting in a corner. He recognized her. She was in Hufflepuff , he knew that much. He had seen her around the common room and they did have a few classes together. Her name just escaped his mind. But she didn’t look very good. She looked tired. Adrian couldn’t help wanting to try to make her feel better. He never could resist a damsel in distress. He’d just have to shock her out of her depression with his charming wit and rhetoric. Walking over to the table, he took a seat across from her and asked her.

“Are you okay?”

Yep. He certainly had a way with words.

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What About You?

Name: Josh
Age: 16 but I’ll be 17 in like three days!
Experience: About four or five years
How Did You Find Us? Caution 2.0
Ready To Play? Definitely!

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[Admin!]

Almost There!
Decent start, but a few things need to be cleared up first.

His power is too, well, powerful. Weather manipulation does not allow for an immunity to temperature changes or lightning, and the amount of wind needed to lift a human body off the ground is too great for him to be able to fly without also stripping the nearby trees of their leaves and causing massive property damage. If he goes outside in the winter without a coat, he'll get cold. If he gets struck by lightning, it will probably kill him, and he absolutely cannot fly. Also, if his power only manifested last year, he would have only tenuous control over it. Training is hard, and it takes a long time, particularly when the powers manifest late.

Also, this is a rare case where it would make sense for his mother to send him to Hammel before they find him, considering her career. However, she would have needed to send him there right away, or a recruiter would have come and taken him anyway. Weather manipulators are hard to hide, and Hammel could not let him remain loose for months without training.

[Adrian Daemons]

I changed it!