Name: Adam Garett de Locke
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Adam has dark, neat, medium-short brown hair, which is kept in a good condition in most circumstances, but naturally this is not always the case. He has unusually pale skin, and his face is sprinkled with freckles, particularly around the nose and eyes. His lips are a few shades darker than his skin, and they are thin and medium-widthed. His teeth are a natural off-white, and he has a slight overbite, but nothing overly noticable. His eyes are grey towards the outside of the iris, melting into a soft brown towards the pupil. His jaw is thin-ish and his cheekbones are set lower down in his face than normal. He has a gaunt, light set face. When he speaks, it is with clarity and confidence with a soft French accent.
He is medium-tall in height, standing around an inch above other people. He is lean but not thin, and his arms reach down to his waist, with his long, slender, elegant hands going down slightly further. His fingers reflect his overall hand shape, being long, dainty and elegant, and his nails are sharp and pointed while remaining reasonably well trimmed. He has a single cut below the nail on the ring finger. He does not have a noticeable six-pack or anything of that like, but his ribs give a slight bulge through his chest, and his chest is riddled with bullet scars.
A lot of his height comes from his legs, but not so much to make him look gangly. His legs are similiar to his arms; long, elegant and graceful, whilst being thick enough to support the rest of his body. His ankles are relatively thick, and leadd to a wide and long foot, with short toes with normal nails. His legs are somewhat devoid of hair, but ther eis still a small amount.
He usually wears a burgundy trenchcoat, with black, unmarked shoulderpads, which is buttoned up over his torso, with long sleeves that go down to his wist. When he wears this, nothing is seen of the long sleeved shirt, either balck or burgundy in colour, always cotton, and always with white wrists. He wears black denim jeans and white cotton socks, with black-and-orange walking shoes. He carries a lot of his belongings either in his pockets or in a grey zip-up backpack which he carries... On his back. In colder weather, he wears black gloves and a black scarf both made of cotton, and in warmer weather, he removes the trenchcoat.
Personality:
Haughty. Cold. Intelligent. Adam is all of these and more. His years in service to the Secret Flame has left him with a personality adapted to hard times in guerilla fighting and a deep mistrust of strangers. He can seem cruel and extreme to other people, but he would say it is what is necessary. He has lived too long to give other people the benefit of the doubt, and too long to know that people are, in fact good. Or so he believes. He has a love of control over any situation possible- often using fire to get his way over anything.
His intelligence is unusually high, and is in itself unusual. For whilst he is brilliant at mathematics, science, etc. what he truly excels at is no science or practical matter- it is matters of the soul, and electification. For the words from Adam's mouth and mind are enough to inspire or intimidate many men into doing as he says, or to fight for their cause with a ferocity that is matched by few- with a religious fervor and conviction, his tasks will be completed with a force to reckon with.
He seems to emanate fear, with a steely silence and a gaze that strikes fear into the hearts of any man, no matter how strong the willpower of said man. His icy resolve leads many to admire him for what he does- or fear him for what he can do. Indeed, his abilities as a strategist and tactician are good, but not legendary- he is a better solo operator than a team worker, but he can work with others if needs be.
But he is not all the cold individual he seems to be- indeed, the fact he has joined The Uprising at least shows a shred of evidence for this. He does care deeply for his Pokemon, and would do most anything to provide for them, thought he would say that this is because he owes them his life many times over rather than anything else, or the truth- that he does in fact truly love them. Those who he judges worthy of respect have his undying loyalty- after all, what can you give if not your life for another? He can be kind and caring to those he respects as friends, but the fact he meets very few who he deems worthy of his respect leads general consensus to be that he is a dark and silent, shadowy figure. But he rarely has the chance to show a softer side- a side that in reality, just wants to spend time with someone, just to talk, and just to be friends with. He is a passionate and dutiful writer and reader, and this is reflected in his speeches and general charisma.
He loves classical music and timeless, ancient books that others would readily burn. He has thrown himself into literature long since abandoned by mankind, and despises trashy, cheap books. He is known to love beautiful and passionate art, and he respects pieces in which the artist pour their heart and soul into. He is also known to have a sweet tooth and an unusual love of flying types. His ideal evening would be sitting in an armchair next to a roaring fire with a good book and some music softly playing in the backround, surrounded by his beloved Pokemon.
Background:
Adam was born into a poor and difficult lifestyle- for the first five years of his life, it took all his wits just to survive in the slums of Saffron City's poor district which is generally kept hidden form public view. His parents always thought of him as useless- in the slums, it was better to be strong than smart, and Adam was more agile than aggressive. Eventually, at the age of thriteen, he was illegally sold to the Secret Flame, a secretive group who were known as assassins, thieves and spies. At first, he resented the training they forced upon him, but later accepted the fact- this was his life. This is all it's ever going to be. After this, he excelled, revelling in the use of espionage, stealth and shadow that fitted him just perfectly. He was paired with a Skarmory named Firehawk- as his first partner, his frist true friend, he loved it beyond anything else in the world.
Slowly, he learnt to love murder- the glee he fealt hearing his victims heartbeat quicken as they felt him draw near, the suspense of the chase, and finally, finally, the sweet joy that came from a kill. He was degrading into a primal hunter- and he had no idea. Then Marcia came along.
Marcia was like a sister to Adam. From age eighteen, the pair were inseparable, completing missions together, spending time together, and training with and against each other. Almost never they fought, and when they did, it was over some trivial thing that soon no longer mattered. Eventually, Marcia revealed she had feelings for Adam- feelings he felt he wasn't capable of. Though this drove a wedge between them, eventually Adam seceded and tried a relationship. But as any hunter knows, love is fragile, and love is weak. And in the end... It always burns.
It was on a mission to kill to head of Silph. Co when it happened. Firehawk became jealous of Adam's affections towads Marcia. At the top level of Silph Co, surrounded by guards and the target escaping, Marcia darted after him. Adam dived in the way of a dozen bullets, aimed at her, and ended up crippled on the floor for hours. Marcia stood over him and ordered the guards to take him away. He was betrayed. He was infuriated. With his rage giving him inhuman stamina, he stood, and raised the knife intended for the head of Silph. Co's chest- and plunged it deep into the chest of the woman he had once called his love.
His memory of the next month was hazy- wracked by grief, anger and hatred, he wouldn't surrender to torture, and eventually, the Secret Flame sent a rescue team to deliver him to the nearest safehouse, where he just lay there to die. It was Firehawk who delivered him from death, for at the end, he knew he had to live on- for him, and for no other. And so, after three years of reocvery, at the age of 26, he left the Secret Flame safehouse to look for adventure, excitement, and intrigue. He became a sinewy wanderer- a bard, almost, using poetry and literature sometimes, deadly skills other times. When he heard of the Uprising in the Katsu region, at 27, he felt an odd feeling in his heart he had never felt- he wanted to help the Pokemon and people of Katsu. He found a representative of the Uprising and prepared to help them liberate the Katsu Region.
RP Sample: I haven't been in an RP for so long. I'll write about... the incident at Silph.
I step into the office, and look around. Marcia did the same, although not furtively, like me. Almost nervously, like she expected something. I touch her shoulder and she flinches, then smiles. 'Come on, we have to get moving... this place closes in an hour.' She says. I nod, and we walk through the building, searching for the guards who held the key cards we needed. One fights us. He had a gun and a Machoke. I felt a pang of remorse at that moment. This man might have a family. But so insignificant... So weak... So arrogant. I snarled and raised my own gun as he fired. I swiftly sidle out of the way and spin, firing as I do so. Firehawk incapacitates the Machoke, wounding it severely. The man stares in horror at the bullet heading towards his forehead. He is sent flying backwards, and with a sickening crunch crashes into the wall behind him. Blood, black as night and wet as water, pours from his mouth. I nudge his body and check his pulse. He's alive, and suffering. Closing my eyes, and... something else. Tears? I'm... actually fighting back tears. I shake my head and shoot the man in the head twice, killing him instantly and painlessly. We move on.
About half an hour later, we come into the staff room of the Silph corporaton. The head of Silph smiles at me, cooly and collected. I immediately sense a trap, as he stands and walks to an elevator. I notice guards piling into the room. I feel fear in the bottom of my stomach, like a weight upon my entire body. I need to move, or Marcia and I will be killed. Suddenly, stupidly, amazingly, rashly, Marcia leaps towards the manager. I jump out in front of her, in the way of her and the gurads, crying out loudly, 'Marcia, No!' She smiles and laughs. The fear in my stomach turns to ice as I realise what happens. It's a lie. It's all a lie. I feel something smashing into me. I feel like death. I... I've been shot. Suddenly, the pain is replaced by something. An anger I've never felt before. I look at my chest, riddled with bullet marks and bleeding. They have all, miraculously, missed my vital organs. I realise only now that I have collapsed. I think of what happened, and who did this... It wasn't the gunmen. They were only the tools of a skilled operator. The true enemy is Marcia. The anger forces me to my feet, and I glare at Marcia. I can't see Firehawk anywhere- I can only pray he's escaped alive. Until then, if there ever is a then, I have to take revenge. The anger in my heart must make me look like an insane madman- for Marcia is staring at me, wide-eyed and terrified, both by the danger I pose and the impossible strength that lets me stand under wounds that would usually kill a lesser man. Not I, though. Each step impossible, I feel like I'm walking on sand. I truly feel that each step will be my last, and then I remember what they are taking me to- Marcia. She's stopped. I thik she is as powerless as I was on the ground a few moments ago. Finally, I'm standing by her, looming over her. She collapses to the floor, holding her arms up in defense as I rain down blow after blow with my bare hands, and each strike tears my soul in two- the killer within me and lover of Marcia. She's begging me to stop, to forgive her, but the words fall on ears deaf to mercy. Finally, staring into the eyes of a beaten, desperate body, barely clinging on to life, I take out my knife, and stab my enemy in the chest. She takes a single, short, sharp breath in... And breathes no more. Finally, my legs give way and I land on top of her corpse. Too repulsed to just lie anywhere near her, I crawl away from her, leaving a trail of blood as I drag myself along the ground. Finally, as I can go no further, I turn once to see the broken and mangled corpse of a woman I once called my lover. I had no regrets.
Nickname: Purity
Breed: Ninetales
Gender: Female
Moves: Flamethrower, Nasty Plot, Confuse Ray, Dark Pulse
Appearance: Purity's eyes are a violet colour rather than red.
Personality:
She is her own greatest weapon- She is proud of her skills and strength, and is very loyal and loving towards Adam, her shadowy master. She is gentle with those who are not her enemies, but lord help any who get in her way to oppose him. She is a wise and illustrious Pokemon who is an excellent source of guidance for the rest of Adam's team- almost a maternal figure, and the only thing she insists on is total loyalty to their master, Adam.
History:
Given to him by his Assassin's tutor when he was fifteen, Firehawk has been with Adam for fifteen ears, and has loved every moment of it- from the thrill of the hunt to the suspense of the hiding, Firehawk proves useful in near enough any field he is required by Adam, although he has a history of jealousy and guardianship over Adam.
Nickname: Shadow
Breed: Weavile
Gender: Male
Moves: Slash, Night Slash, Surf,
Appearance:
A darker colour overall.
Personality:
Shadow is a silent and deadly hunter- whether in the ice or hiding in the grasslands, Shadow is Adam's stealth missile. After all, who needs torpedoes when you can use a living creature, with it's own reflexes and reactions, and it's own intelligence? Adam doesn't just see Shadow as a weapon, though- he is still a member of Adam's team, and a friend to boot. Intelligent, remorseless and loyal- and Adam's third-hand, er, man...
History:
Nickname: Kodiak
Breed: Blaziken
Gender: Male
Moves: Sky Uppercut, Blaze Kick, Slash, Brave Bird
Appearance:
The only change is that the white parts on Kodiak are darker.
Personality:
Fierce, terrifying and great, Kodiak is Adam's heavy hitter- the one to blast through walls when needed, and the ne which he uses in less savoury torture methods. He is a terrifying combatant and his fearsome attitude- Even for a Blaziken- Makes him both a powerful fighter and an explosive personality. He still loves Adam, and it is vice-versa, but he would never admit it in public.
History:
Caught as a Torchic in an as of yet undisclosed location, during a conventional capture- seen, battled and caught. Throughout his time with Adam, Kodiak has evolved twice into a powerful and brutal weapon of mass desruction, and has served Adam well, both as a friend and a cannon of unmatched brutality.
