Adam Lucian Christopher [ Dionysus ]

[Bara the Mercenary]

 

[Bara the Mercenary]

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█▐ Nᴀᴍᴇ ⋮ Adam Lucian Christopher

█▐ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs ⋮ Adder, Chris, and Cian

█▐ Aɢᴇ ⋮ 28 Years Young

█▐ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ⋮ September 20

█▐ Sɪɢɴ ⋮ Virgo

█▐ Bɪʀᴛʜsᴛᴏɴᴇ ⋮ Sapphire

█▐ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ⋮ Male

█▐ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ⋮ Bisexual

█▐ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ⋮ Taken

█▐ Cʀᴜsʜ ⋮ Evelyn Janelle Hanvey (Girlfriend)

█▐ Oʀɪɢɪɴ ⋮ London, England

█▐ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ⋮ Heir to Christopher Enterprises; Hobbyist Actor

█▐ Mᴏʀᴛᴀʟ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ⋮ Nicholas Blaine Christopher and Genevieve Annette Christopher

█▐ Gᴏᴅʟʏ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ⋮ Dionysus

█▐ Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ⋮ The Greater Good

 

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█▐ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⋮ 6'3"

█▐ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⋮ 172 pounds

█▐ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ⋮ Bright blue

█▐ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ⋮ Naturally red, currently dark brown

█▐ Bᴏᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ ⋮ Firm, but not bulky; lean

█▐ Fᴀᴄɪᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ⋮ Sharp with high cheekbones

█▐ Fᴀᴄɪᴀʟ Hᴀɪʀ ⋮ Very rarely; sometimes gets some scruffy whiskers but usually shaves

█▐ Sᴋɪɴ Tᴏɴᴇ ⋮ Medium pale

█▐ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ⋮ Completely clear of zits, moles, and freckles

█▐ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs ⋮ One on center of back; grape vine creating the Greek letter "Delta" ( Δ )

█▐ Pɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs ⋮ Used to have a lip piercing and an eyebrow piercing; has since let them close

█▐ Aᴛᴛɪʀᴇ ⋮ Casual; only wears formal attire at special events and business-related circumstances

 

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█▐ Lɪᴋᴇs

⇢ Classic Cars
⇢ Any Alcohol, Especially Beer and Wine
⇢ Motorcycles
⇢ Acting
⇢ Musicals
⇢ Hanging With Traveling Troupe
⇢ Relaxing and Not Having to Work
⇢ Dressing Up in Weird Costumes
⇢ Eating Fruit
⇢ Diet Sodas of Any Kind

█▐ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs

⇢ Cloudy, Rainy Days
⇢ Smell of Things Burning
⇢ Cooking
⇢ Working
⇢ Bad Actors
⇢ Disrespectful People
⇢ Vandals
⇢ Reading
⇢ Cheating Women
⇢ People Who Refuse to Drink and Loosen Up

█▐ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

⇢ Adam is generally a fun-loving guy who isn't afraid to loosen up and have a good time. He's always relaxed and usually happy. It's rare that you would find him upset over something, or dead serious. He's one of the happier people who greets with a smile, whether it's fake or not. The hardest thing to do is get Adam angry, but what usually does it is insulting or trying to hurt one of his friends. He's very protective of those that he considers close to him, and when it seems likely that things might escalate, he will either escalate with the offender, or he will try to separate people from the situation. He is serious about his work, considering he can completely compartmentalize his life into "business" and "pleasure." He rarely mixes the two, and it's usually on business retreats where the heirs and heiresses of many fortunes all get together for a weekend to chat and party and have fun; a strange form of networking that Adam personally never understood.

A lot of frustration comes from his dyslexia. Adam cannot stand the fact that he's dyslexic, because it makes plays that much harder to read. However, he has a photographic memory when it comes to movies, plays, and musicals. He can remember a play line for line after reading or seeing it once, though he tends to get confused with adaptations and reads whatever he will be acting through once before he'll even start. Whether it's apparent or not, Adam is very self-conscious, especially when it comes to their public performances. He refuses to take lead roles, and even gets nervous about supporting roles. He is always nervous about messing up in some form, and tends to try to keep attention on someone else, which is why he tries to make so many friends; so he can just blend in at the background. He never fit in when he was in school, considering he was an illegitimate child who was the heir to a sterile man's fortune. A psychological need to be blending in formed after that, and as much as he likes a good time, he refuses to make a spectacle of himself if he'll be noticed for it.

 

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⇢ The day Adam was born was a very tense day in the Christopher household.

Adam's supposed father, Nicholas Blaine Christopher, had discovered years prior that he was sterile, and had been looking for a child in orphanages that looked similar enough to him that he wouldn't have to worry about the Christopher name being tarnished by his successor. Of course, when he arrived home, he found his wife, Genevieve Annette Christopher, sobbing on the floor of the bathroom that was attached to their room. In the large, empty house, her sobs were lost through the hallways as she only apologized to Nicholas. Not understanding why, Nicholas had to calm her down, and finally, he managed to get out of her that she was pregnant. At first, he questioned if it was a miracle, but in his life, nothing was every that wonderful. A more sinister reason took root, and he sighed at her, getting her explanation of the man she had slept with once, drunk and not really aware of what she was doing.

On the day that Adam was born, the entire world had been told that it was their miracle child. No one offered an explanation as to why his eyes were that bright a blue, or why his hair was a flaming red instead of the browns and blacks that both sides of the family had maintained through the generations. Genevieve simply explained that his hair would darken with time, and eventually, she was proved wrong. It only darkened the first time her husband dyed Adam's hair when the boy was only five. At the age of five, Adam had already come to know that his father hated him, that his father wanted nothing to do with him. He had once been left at the zoo by the man and was found the next morning in the leopard's pen, curled up with one of the mother leopards and kept warm by all the babies snuggling with him. He hadn't seen anything wrong with any of it, and came out of the pen the next morning to his mother. It was still completely unexplained how he had managed to keep the leopards from eating him, but Adam didn't really care. Every time he went back to the zoo, the leopards would approach him at the gate and stare at him, though where most people found it creepy, Adam found it nice. He felt like they were checking to see when he'd come to play next.

At age six, he was enrolled in a boarding school because of his ADHD. His father was having problems with getting him to learn anything. Adam honestly didn't want to pay attention to his father at this point, and went to the boarding school willingly. He was bullied by students for his hair when it grew out of its dyed color, and wound up completely shaving his head to get rid of the red hair. He wore wigs for the rest of the year, and for the next two years, taking on jet black hair that was combed neatly. This was successful, up until the bully that had tormented him about his red hair originally yanked off the wig, displaying the red hair that was growing back steadily. The bully yanked at his hair until a teacher interfered, the ten-year-old sobbing profusely from the torment he was receiving. His mother was called, and she promptly took Adam home, much to his father's chagrin. Adam completed his schooling for that year at home, and was sent to a new school the next year.

English classes finally introduced him to the magic of plays, and he became enraptured in sounding out the plays, listening to his teacher read them line for line with such feeling that he wanted to learn more, to hear his teacher read more of these amazing plays. He went to the library, finding plays and checking them out, spending weeks at a time focusing on some, renewing them as necessary. The most amazing part was after he read a line, struggling through it, he remembered it. He could recite the plays from memory! He could hear voices in his head like those characters, and he could envision the plays when he closed his eyes to sleep at night. Plays and the world of theatre enamored him, and he finally wound up in the drama club three years later, acting out plays that he adored, taking secondary roles and enjoying every moment of it. And then his father made him change schools again.

Without his drama club, life seemed boring. Empty. Now a teenager, he found himself yearning for the freedom that adult life would give him, and he found himself running away from home in the night to see plays, or to act out scenes in the park from his memory when no one was around. It wasn't until he turned fifteen that disaster finally struck. The school was on a field trip to the zoo. The very zoo that he had been left at so many years prior. He had dyed his hair, and taken to maintaining it. He heard a voice behind him, and spun around to see who it was. "Well, if it isn't Ginger! Ain't seen you since you went crying with your mommy because you got your hair tugged on," his old bully commented, walking right up to him. He was big, and had legitimate muscle now. His hair was crew cut, and Adam noted that he must have joined the military since then.

"Hey, Jason, how are you?" Adam asked, sincerely hoping that his group would notice his absence before long, but glancing around nervously, he found that they were nowhere to be found. His own build was quite thin, so he knew he was useless against his bully, Jason. The larger teen scoffed, smirking at him.

"Well, you ain't gonna cry for mommy now, are ya'?" Adam wrinkled his nose at the offensive breath this teen had. However, he noticed changes in the teen, and backed up quickly as his body completely morphed. His face grew flatter and wider as his hair grew insanely long, and his body changed as well. Before him was a lion-like beast with a scorpion's tail, and Adam felt himself starting to hyperventilate with fear. He turned tail and ran, but he could hear the beast's feet pound against the ground. He looked ahead, and then closed his eyes, knowing where he had to go. He dove over the railing, and slipped his thin frame through the bars of the leopards' exhibit.

Allowing himself to calm down as the beast studied him from outside of the bars, he was startled by a loud, grunting growl, which was repeated a few times. He turned, looking at the large male leopard, which was pacing up to him. The leopard didn't seem happy about being disturbed, and there was a crowd gathering to view why some stupid teenager was in the pen. He was sure there were some cell phones out, trying to catch video of the carnage that was sure to be unleashed. The leopard tried to circle him, and Adam side-stepped, staring at the leopard in the eyes. Finally, Adam found himself backed up against the door that would lead out, and the leopard sat before him for a moment, tail flicking as if he was considering him. Finally, the leopard looked toward the people that had gathered around, and Adam followed his gaze. The beast - Jason - was gone. The leopard looked back at him and nodded, then stood up, pacing over to Adam. The teen stayed still, not wanting to spook the leopard, which was suddenly stopping inches from him. Then its paw came up and scratched at the door with heavy, sharp claws. Adam paled. "You want me to let you out of here? I'll get in trouble, man!" The leopard scratched again, as if understanding as its stunningly violet eyes bored into him. He swallowed. "I'm crazy," he finally said, opening the door. The leopard slipped out, and Adam followed quickly, shutting the door behind him. The leopard stopped at a small supply room closet, scratching on that door as well. Adam opened it, and the leopard slipped inside, Adam following again. The leopard bit down on a metal broom, breaking off the bottom and using its mouth to offer it to Adam, who took it, noting the sharp, jagged edges. The leopard quickly left, and Adam continued to follow it.

The leopard led a secret way out of the zoo, somehow going unnoticed by everyone around. Apparently, they didn't notice Adam, either, running after a leopard with a sharp, jagged broom handle. Adam wouldn't let himself fall behind, and finally, they emerged from the zoo, the leopard running into the wooded area next to it. Adam followed, but once inside, couldn't find the leopard. He looked around, nervous, and went all the way through the forest to find Jason on the other side of it, still in his beastly form. An arrow shot from the scorpion's tail, and Adam couldn't leap out of the way. He felt his entire shoulder go numb where the arrow - no, thorn, he observed - stuck, and started to feel dizzy. He felt himself losing his balance, and finally gave up on balance, falling backwards and letting black close in on the edge of his eyes.

Adam would never understand how he got from point A to point B, but he suddenly woke up to a bunch of people around him. He didn't stay awake for too long, just long enough to be given some sort of pudding thing that amazingly tasted like his mother's stuffed peppers. He went to sleep dreaming about his mother, and the next time he woke up, he actually managed to sit up. He felt at his shoulder, and found that he was completely healed. He wondered how long he'd been out, and then he panicked; his mother and father were going to kill him! He completely disappeared from school and a field trip, and he was likely being searched for now, and he'd be expelled from the school, and his father would have to find him somewhere else to transfer. Adam groaned, covering his face with his hands for a few minutes. Then he noticed a fresh set of clothes next to him, looking down at his that were torn almost to shreds. He got up, changing quickly into the jeans and orange tee that read Camp Half-Blood with a winged horse - a pegasus, a story provided - under the text. He thought it had to be a bunch of boy scouts that were out to get their "helping a random stranger" badge.

He walked down the stairs gingerly, still wearing the clunky uniform oxfords that his school forced him to wear as he carried the clothing under one arm. His body, after a cursory study, had no marks whatsoever. Not even a scar from his shoulder. He swallowed hard, walking out of the house when he found the entrance, blinking as he saw a half-horse, half-man - a centaur, another story provided - and a fat guy in a track suit playing a card game. There were several other guys with horns on their heads and those orange shirts on around the table too, but they had donkey legs, and there was nothing that his mind provided him with. From sheer shock, Adam blacked out again.

"Hey, man, you okay? C'mon, wake up. I know, it's a lot to take in, but we've gotta tell you all about it," Adam heard. He was being pat at his cheeks, and he groaned, opening his eyes to look up at a guy with bright blonde hair and green eyes. "There you are! Alright, buddy, welcome to Camp Half-Blood! You're in the infirmary because you hit your head, but I think you'll be fine. How much do you know about Greek mythology?"

"About what?" Adam asked, not really processing all of this. Over the next week, he was given tours of Camp Half-Blood, finally convinced that this place did exist, and he really was attacked by a...what did they say? Pantywhore? Something like that. Adam sighed, shaking his head. Over the past week, he had been kept in the infirmary, only leaving under supervision in case something happened. When they were finally gathering his things, there was a strange glow in the room. He looked up to find a grape vine glowing above his head in a soft purple light, the symbol of Dionysus, he was told. He was set in that cabin, learning that he was a demigod, the son of a mortal and his father.

He went back to his mother after a few weeks, feeling awkward around his stepfather now, considering his stepfather still hated him, even though he was going to be changed to another school.

Through his life at school, Adam worked hard to get through, spending his summers at Camp Half-Blood. He finally made it back into drama, and happily so. He started a traveling theatre troupe during college, and to this day still finds some of them out and about to organize a spontaneous musical number in the most ridiculous of places. He also became best friends with a man convicted of murder - Simon Xander, son of Thanatos. Simon was in school and arrested in Adam's final year at school, and he was reunited with the demigod three or four years later at Camp Half-Blood.

The only other notable part of Adam's life was on his 25th birthday, when his stepfather approached him again. He made Adam sign a contract, listing Adam as the soul beneficiary of Christopher Enterprises, should his stepfather die, and also listing him to inherit on his 30th birthday. At the age of 28, Adam's relishing the last of his freedom before his life becomes swallowed in business.

 

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█▐ Sᴋɪʟʟs

⇢ Very Heavy Drinker
⇢ Does Well Tending Gardens
⇢ Very Soothing to Upset and Insane People
⇢ Skilled Actor; Very Melodramatic About Everything

█▐ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs

⇢ Acting
⇢ Visiting Mental Institutes to Talk to Inmates
⇢ Writing Plays and Poetry
⇢ Tending to the Strawberry Fields
⇢ Training With a Sword
⇢ Partying It Up

█▐ Pᴏᴡᴇʀs

⇢ Exudes a mild aura of madness, which encourages people to loosen up, to act upon hidden desires, and sometimes induces slight bouts of insanity
⇢ Can call upon and speak to predatory cats for aid, as well as goats or donkeys
⇢ Can disorient enemies through touch, making them go slightly 'crazy' for a short amount of time(can also reduce insanity in the same way, but to a lesser extent)
⇢ Able to, through touch, release a person's inner desires and coerce them to act upon them, whether they be sexual or otherwise (can also be used to cause someone to relax and open up at a party)
⇢ Can enter a state of madness or drunkenness in the midst of battle, making them extremely unpredictable and near impossible (but still possible) to hit

█▐ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs

⇢ A Tendency to Underestimate Opponents
⇢ Saucy Attitude
⇢ Long-Distance Combat
⇢ Drugs and Cigarettes

█▐ Fᴀᴛᴀʟ ғʟᴀᴡ

⇢ Strong Moral Sense; Will Not Back Down When Moral Standing is on the Line

█▐ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs

⇢ Basic Swords
⇢ Ropes
⇢ Sickles

 

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█▐ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢs

⇢ "Razzle Dazzle" from Chicago
⇢ "The Beer Song" by Weird Al

█▐ Cᴏʟᴏʀs

⇢ Dark Orchid
⇢ Cadet Blue
⇢ Dark Orange

█▐ Mᴏᴅᴇʟ

⇢ Chris Pine

█▐ Exᴛʀᴀ Fᴀᴄᴛs

⇢ He has only played main roles in school; he always plays secondary and supporting roles in actual theatre
⇢ His favorite play is "Faust" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
⇢ Instead of inheriting on his 21st birthday, he's set to inherit his parents' company on his 30th birthday
⇢ He has a strange affinity for video games and usually goes to an arcade weekly for a whole day
⇢ His family hates his girlfriend because she's from the "common folk"
⇢ His traveling acting troupe had Simon Xander and one of Amadeus Hawthorne II's servants (Amelia del Favero) in it
⇢ He is better at ballroom dance than dancing on the stage

█▐ Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ

⇢ Bara the Mercenary