ADAM

[nakano]

adam



SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS NAKANO
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET NINETEEN YEARS
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR ONE AND A HALF YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE NONE
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS /CHEAT AND DIE;;!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b] Adam
NICKNAMES: Son
AGE: Four hundred and three years old (403)
GENDER: Male
RACE: Golem
CLASS: C
PLAY BY: Enkidu (Fate/Strange Fake)[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] Green
HAIR: Greenish
SKIN: Caucasian
BODY: Thin, somewhat girlish
UNUSUAL: Core is located over his heart
OTHER FORM: N/A
APPEARANCE:[Image] [Image]

At first glance, it is extremely hard to guess that Adam is, indeed, a golem and thus a magical creature created from clay and stone. He was created by an extremely proficient alchemist who carved the golem's body with the finest details he could ever manage and was modelled in the memory of his late wife, only male, oddly. It is the reason why, for a male golem, Adam looks like a lady instead of the man he was supposed to be. In short, he is a trap.

Standing at only 5'2” (157cm), Adam is not the tallest person around. However, he might as well be one of the heaviest people at the academy due to his nature as a golem, weighing him at around 311 kg (684 pounds). Adam has long hair, naturally green and fitting with his same-colored eyes, and it reaches to the beginning of his thighs. Clothing-wise, Adam had never really paid heed to what he looked like. From the day of his creation to the current one, his preferred outfit, outside of classes, was and always will be an extremely long shirt that reaches to his calves, leaving him bare legged and bare footed. Otherwise, he will wear clothes that are considered more suitable for a student, with actual pants. He also bears some kind of necklace around his neck, one that he shared with his creator.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

[/b] His creator, a friend, animals, nature, playing, children, happy things, Rania
DISLIKES: Being alone, the concept of death, sad things, lies, things that he doesn't understand, time
STRENGTHS: Extremely powerful
Extremely tough
Limited regeneration capabilities
Immunity to poison and any sort of disease or illness
WEAKNESSES: High vulnerability to magic
Incredibly slow, poor reflexes
Damage or removal of the core
Naive
SECRETS: Ever since his creator's death, Adam felt a sense of emptiness whenever the subject of death comes up. He tries to hide it by maintaining a smile.
He is a genuine boy, even though his appearance suggests otherwise. Blame his creator.
OVERALL:

If his appearance and ever-lasting smile on his pretty face didn't cue you in earlier, you would soon learn that Adam is a very happy person during his best moods. He acts like your typical child, showing naivety and constant curiosity due to his life of solitude in the mountains. He would probably believe anything someone tells him when he asks for trivia or facts. Adam is, most of the time, very optimistic, always believing in the positive side of the coin. His happy-go-lucky, cheerful and positive attitude is the thing that can attract people to him, even though part of that happiness can be faked.

Considerly rude due to some social ineptia on his part, Adam generally says the first thing that comes to mind, even if it is of very bad taste. He can be very blunt about things, and might not understand why someone gets mad at him because of what he said as it was, after all, the truth, right? However, he does know politeness and manners because of his father and adoptive parents, but he has to fight against his urges to do the complete opposite.

Ever since his birth, his father taught the boy many things starting from survival (even though he doesn't really need it, considering he's an unaging golem) to philosophy. Adam can be wise when the moment calls for it, allowing himself to borrow the very words his creator taught him. He also knows about concepts, and especially despise those of time and death as it took the man who brought him into the world away from him.

In overall, Adam is a childish golem that has his moments of insight, brightening people's days with his somewhat constant happy demeanor. He is fairly approachable and is a friend that will quickly attach himself to you like a loyal companion.[/size][/ul]

WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

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FATHER: "Father" (Creator, dead from old age)
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER PEOPLE: N/A
HISTORY:

Even though it happened a long time ago, Adam would always remember the first thing he saw when he first transcended non-sentience. He, who was given birth through the power of alchemy and magic enchanting clay and stone, first saw the face of his father, whose name shall be omitted as the man never told him his given name, commanding him to call him “Father”.

It was soon after Adam's birth that his father told him about why he was brought into this world of mountains and forests. The man started his story by telling him about the concepts of love and family, narrating a tale about how he lived in a small village with his wife, who once went under the name of Laura. They met at a young age, being childhood friends, before getting married soon after she got officially recognized as a woman capable of bearing children. Both were happy, having lived their lives together, and they were about to share the finest moments that love would ever allow.

However, even though they deeply wanted to continue their bloodline through their children, their wish was never granted. In an unfortunate turn of events, the couple found out after many tries that the man turned out to be sterile, and was unable to provide the proper seed to impregnate his wife. “Father” would never have a son nor a daughter to ensure the survival of their family line. It was thanks to the constant support of Laura that the man could continue to have a happy love life with her, but even it was taken away from him. Years later, at around the age of thirty, Laura succumbed to disease. It stole her from her family, and it stole her from her husband. It was as if fate had decided to call a stampede to smash over his sole reason of happiness, and the man soon wrought under depression, exiling himself to a life away from society for he felt like he had no place in civilization. He took the life of a self-proclaimed hermit, living in the mountains, hunting for his food, bathing in the lakes, eventually settling in the peaceful environment of a forest as he built a house made of wood. Whenever he felt lonely, the man thought of his wife and the son that he never had because of his condition. He, who had wanted a child for so long and now bore the desire to meet his desired Laura, eventually came to an epiphany, one that would completely change his life.

He sought the elements that would provide him with the finest materials that would suit his genius. With his mighty hands, the man dragged boulders to his home and shattered them by rolling them off a cliff, taking breaks every now and then. With his knowledge, he made clay out of earth. Once everything was assembled, the man used his dexterity and precision to carve a being into the solidified mix of clay and boulders, using what he remembered of his wife as a model. He would have his wife again. He would have Laura, although different, at his side. She would be there in spirit. The man also wanted a son in his life, so he carved male genitalia and anatomy into the stone. It took him days, and days, and days, and days to finish that last piece of art that would become his son, one that looked like his wife. It was soon after that the man worked his magic, enchanting life, flesh and blood into the lifeless stone, eventually bringing a boy to life. His son was given a name that he had once heard and taken a liking to due to how manly it sounded. To symbolize the satisfaction he felt when he stared at the body of his son, the man uttered the name that would label a golem for life: “Adam”.

Adam lived alongside his father ever since that day. Together they spent their days in a peaceful manner, and everyday the son would learn something from the man. In exchange, Adam would provide his father warmth, comfort and respect. He learned how to fish with a makeshift rod, he learned how to hunt for dinner, starting from little critters and eventually aiming for the big prizes such as deers and bears, the latter being wrestled to death. He was also taught about important concepts that occured in everyday life, about what was considered wrong and what was considered right if they ever got to find society. In short, it was a life full of experiences and hardships.

Their shared lives lasted but sixty years, as Adam's father eventually fell victim to time, aging through the passing years. The man was, after all, a human being and like everyone of them, old age was something that couldn't be helped. It was at the age of eighty-two that the old man took his last breath and left his ever-youthful son in the hands of the world. It was the first time that Adam suffered such a loss, cursing the concept of time as he meaninglessly tried to awaken the corpse he held in his hands.

The day after, Adam buried his father's empty shell behind their small house and started living life on his own. Of course, he eventually got over mourning and kept on smiling, but life wasn't the same to him. He did the same things he always did back when his father was alive, only alone. He hunted, alone. He bathed, alone. He taught, alone. He joked, alone. This lifestyle lasted for hundreds of years, for centuries. Until his abode was found by a couple of travellers, both hailing from a race called griffins. They were a married couple, like his father and mother were until fate barged in. Although unused to talking to other people than what remained of his father, Adam tried to converse with them and was eventually taken in by the two. Rania and Jeremy Burke became, in a way, his foster parents. It was years after living with them that they arrived at Denver, Colorado at the Akashibai Academy.[/size][/ul]

WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

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RP SAMPLE:

He had to admit that touring the small girl that was supposed to be his Servant around the city of Lucca was quite the new experience for him. It wasn't exactly as unpleasant as he had thought earlier during the morning, where he literally had to fight just so he could get up from bed at 0630 hours and leaving thirty minutes afterward. In fact, he found it quite relaxing even if the weather didn't show itself as being very good; it appeared that it was going to rain the next day if he went with the weather forecast's predictions.Around an hour and a half into the tour, Zack decided to cut the trip short by dragging Assassin along into some twisted shopping spree where, curiously, the usual roles when it came to gender were reversed. The reason why he did so was due to the fact that the girl had nothing to wear except her shamanic robes and the spare clothes he had lent her. Wanting for her to live as normal as possible, the only viable solution for the complete lack of outfits was to buy some. Clothing, accessories, garments... The redheaded Enforcer, under his usual bored expression, found himself secretly enjoying dressing his Servant up into various outfits as they got to many different stores. Especially in a suit, even if the formal wear wasn't exactly the most suited thing for a petite girl such as Ahwang Kongju. Nearly half an hour was spent until the man decided that he had bought enough, and with two bags filled with accessories and clothing the pair finally left the last establishment.

Once they got outside, Zack took the time to take a small glance at his wristwatch. It was quickly approaching nine in the morning, meaning that they had spent nearly two hours outside of his appartment. "I guess now is the good time for a break, right?" He wondered aloud as he sweeped the streets with a teal gaze, looking for a shop or a restaurant that they could relax at. Zack's eyes stopped at the sight of a small establishment that could very well be a café. From an outsider's look, it appeared that the place was practically exhuding «I'm so plain, but please come anyway» due to its plain-coloured light brown brick walls and the old, darker door that ornated the entrance. The only thing worthy of note to the man's eyes was the sign that sat on top of the door, the name to be more precise. "Un Nome Straniero." The Italian rolled out of the man's lips as he read aloud what was written on the wooden sign. A red eyebrow was raised as he mentally translated the name into his native language. A Foreign Name... How original. The remark, translated as an internal thought, was sarcastic as Zack noted the clear lack of originality and inspiration the one who came up with the establishment's name had. Nevertheless, it was probably the only thing that caught his attention when he looked around. "It looks boring, but let's try that place." He told Assassin, looking at the girl as she delicately placed the new hair decor he bought for her on her purple mane.

The coffee shop's interior design was very different from what it looked like from the outside. Looking from, again, an outsider's eyes the place didn't look like it had enough patrons to get by, but once someone got inside the initial opinion would be quickly proven to be false. It wasn't as if it had the most luxurious look of the whole Italian coffee chain, but the place could be considered as lovely. "Not so bad after all..." Were the words that Zack said upon entering the small establishment and heading for the best place they could sit at, a table with an outside view.

Shortly after sitting down and wondering what to pick the duo was greeted by one of the waitresses that worked in the coffee shop. As expected of such an establishment, the young woman's outfit didn't show itself to be extraordinary. It was a simple, standard uniform that consisted of a shirt of the very same colour the brick wall outside exposed and a similarily coloured pair of pants. If Zack had anything to comment on the uniform it would be that it went very well with her hair, styled into a ponytail with the help of an elastic. The woman, after a short exchange of greetings between her customers and herself, asked for their orders.

"Coffee, and tea. One of each, please." Zack said with the friendliest voice he could muster, smiling as he told the types of drinks he wanted. Responding with that very same stretch of lips, the waitress left their table to attend her duties her job demanded. Watching her go, Zack couldn't help but change his opinion about the choice of uniforms. On a slightly perverted train of thoughts, I may tell you. Train of thoughts that was, unfortunately for the red-haired lazy bum, interrupted by the sound of Assassin's soft voice.

"A Servant, hm?" He whispered back, his face turning a little more serious. According to the girl, one of her kindred spirits was around their location. More precisely, in that same coffee shop they were currently in. Following the direction her indigo gaze pointed at, Zack saw the subjects of her observations. There was, seated at a table in the corner of the room, a couple consisting of a tall-looking blonde effeminate gloomy man that was presumed to be the Servant and a shorter orange-haired grumpy plain-looking young woman who was, as well, presumed to be the one who held the leash. From the looks of it, the atmosphere they shared in their own little world appeared to be quite the sad one, as if something went terribly wrong. "I see."

Now that he thought of it, he remembered seeing those two back when he entered the coffee shop with Assassin. It was granted, considering the noise the bespectacled girl made by spilling a good part of her coffee with a high-pitched wince. The sight, even though it would usually make someone wince as they shared their pain with the orange, had provoked a slight chuckle from Zack to Ahwang's apparent confusion. He handwaved it shortly after, saying that it was the way he was.

So that girl is one of the many Masters in this whole game, huh? That was the last thing he thought before the return of the lovely waitress with the ponytail in a brown uniform who came to bring their orders of a pair of cups, each with a different hot and steamy concoction that filled their shape. The young woman left after being thanked for her work, punctuated with a quick wink coming from the Enforcer. With that, Zack took his cup of black coffee in hand and took a testing sip after softly blowing on the hot liquid. "It's not bad at all." He commented on the bitter taste his drink had. A bitter, caffeine-filled taste brought quite the good news to Zack's senses, and it appeared to have quite the same effect on Ahwang's mood who blissfully sipped at her cup of black tea.

"He's leaving..." She was probably talking about that effeminate Servant since Zack saw him leave through the exit of Un Nome Straniero, leaving only the sound of the door's chimes behind him.

The sight of the tall man leaving the store gave him, in some weird twisted way or another that few people could manage, the sudden idea of getting acquainted with the grumpy young woman. After all, it wasn't very often that he saw someone as young as that girl was participating in an event such as the Holy Grail war. He might as well get to know her before she died an early death by the hand of one of the other participants, excluding himself as he was uninterested in such murderous actions.

Getting up from his seat with his cup of coffee in hand, Zack gestured at his Servant to follow him to the girl's table after placing the two clothes-filled bags on his chair. The way he traveled from his table to hers was, like usual for him, very nonchalantly. Slow, seemingly uninterested about the world that surrounded him and Assassin, Zack made his way toward the corner of the store where an orange-haired girl was sitting at. "Hey." He made his presence known to his fellow Master and raised his free hand in greetings. Acting as if he was a friend of hers, Zack took one of the chairs remaining and sat in front of the girl, with Ahwang sitting at the other. He placed his cup of coffee on the hard surface of the table.

"Well, well, well." He contemplated his next words with a casual grin, as if wanting to get a reaction or two from the orange-haired girl. "I wouldn't have expected such a pretty thing to participate in such a troublesome massacre."[/size][/ul]

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