Adon Vereaux
The Bastard
In a couple of sentences:
Adon is a strange one; a bastard born from both the Vereaux and Englos. A creature unnaturally beautiful, and with a self-inflated ego to match. However, the white topped youth is still but a fledgling scouring the physical world. A mouth full of hot lead, but no guns to use them. Using his supernatural aura, Adon easily sways the average mortals to his whim, yet when he runs his mouth to anyone of substance he often gets a slap across the head and knocked down a few pegs. Not a cruel person at heart, he is akin more to a kid led down the wrong path, looking up to those with real power around him and trying to mimic their traits. Whatever the future has in store for him one can only guess at. In theory, his potential is a vast well just waiting to be tapped. Hopefully, not by those that would twist and corrupt him in the process. |
Physical Information
➘ Full Name: Adon Val Vereaux
➘ Aliases: Adon, Addy, Bastard
➘ Age (Lived Years): Around 250 standard years
➘ Physical Age: Looks to be in his mid twenties.
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Fae
➘ Body Type: A runners build, flawless appearance.
➘ Height: 6'4"
➘ Weight: 225 lbs
➘ Coordination: He throws his punches hard and true with the legwork to match.
➘ Reflexes: A bit more headstrong than tactical, his style is to barrel through and not to worry about what comes.
➘ Physical Strength: Attuned to the power of the earth through the lay lines, his physical strength formidable for sure.
Appearance
➘ Adon is a work of art, meticulously crafted by his father, Kayen's hands. A mixture of the traits of the Vereaux and the Englos, Adon is blessed with the unique eyes of the Fae, segmented in their coloration of brilliant emerald and the purest of blues, swirling around one another as though the orbs were a vortex. Standing at just under six and a half feet, Adon's frame is built like a professional runner, full of lean, powerful muscle and lengthy limbs. His features are sharp as if they were chiseled from marble, and his hair, kept styled at various lengths is natural in its snow-white color. His attire changes with the season as fashions fade in and out of style, his modeling agency ensuring that he is always on top of or ahead of the curve when it comes to style. That said, Adon prefers colder climates, so often he'll be found in long wool coats, thick slacks, and a scarf, all custom tailored to suit him of course. When working in the ONS, he can be seen out of his usual garb, keeping simple black pants, a white collared shirt, and a black apron.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: Single
➘ Immediate Family: His sisters, Ki and Vian; His father, Kayen; His mother, Cara.
➘ Allies: His family
➘ Enemies: No one he considers a threat.
➘ Followers: He has quite the social media presence.
➘ Friends: Errol Capland, the regulars of the ONS
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: N/A
➘ General Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
➘ Sociability: Adon loves to put himself in the thick of a mess of people.
➘ Lures: An easy lay, a good meal, bustling bars, crazy parties, supernatural women (also the plain and quiet sort of mortal).
➘ Savvies: Playing to the crowds and cameras, throwing parties, getting to know people, bullshitting himself out of or into nearly any situation.
➘ Ineptities: Listening to criticism, being himself, handling any sort of responsibility, driving.
➘ Profession: Supermodel
➘ Education: Tutored up to entry level university.
➘ Hobbies: Modeling, sightseeing, partying.
➘ Religion: N/A
➘ Location of Birth: The Dreaming
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: N/A
➘ Virtues: Charity
➘ Vices: Envy, Gluttony, Pride
➘ Likes: Flirting, drinking, recreational drugs, getting what he wants, big tits and an even bigger ass.
➘ Dislikes: Awkward conversations, sleeping alone, vegans, waiting around, being told no.
➘ Affiliations: The Vereaux, The Englos, The ONS, Zeno
➘ Addictions: Alcohol, Cocaine (he says he can stop whenever he wants)
➘ Handicaps: N/A
➘ Medical Conditions: N/A
➘ Full Name: Adon Val Vereaux
➘ Aliases: Adon, Addy, Bastard
➘ Age (Lived Years): Around 250 standard years
➘ Physical Age: Looks to be in his mid twenties.
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Fae
➘ Body Type: A runners build, flawless appearance.
➘ Height: 6'4"
➘ Weight: 225 lbs
➘ Coordination: He throws his punches hard and true with the legwork to match.
➘ Reflexes: A bit more headstrong than tactical, his style is to barrel through and not to worry about what comes.
➘ Physical Strength: Attuned to the power of the earth through the lay lines, his physical strength formidable for sure.
Appearance
➘ Adon is a work of art, meticulously crafted by his father, Kayen's hands. A mixture of the traits of the Vereaux and the Englos, Adon is blessed with the unique eyes of the Fae, segmented in their coloration of brilliant emerald and the purest of blues, swirling around one another as though the orbs were a vortex. Standing at just under six and a half feet, Adon's frame is built like a professional runner, full of lean, powerful muscle and lengthy limbs. His features are sharp as if they were chiseled from marble, and his hair, kept styled at various lengths is natural in its snow-white color. His attire changes with the season as fashions fade in and out of style, his modeling agency ensuring that he is always on top of or ahead of the curve when it comes to style. That said, Adon prefers colder climates, so often he'll be found in long wool coats, thick slacks, and a scarf, all custom tailored to suit him of course. When working in the ONS, he can be seen out of his usual garb, keeping simple black pants, a white collared shirt, and a black apron.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: Single
➘ Immediate Family: His sisters, Ki and Vian; His father, Kayen; His mother, Cara.
➘ Allies: His family
➘ Enemies: No one he considers a threat.
➘ Followers: He has quite the social media presence.
➘ Friends: Errol Capland, the regulars of the ONS
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: N/A
➘ General Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
➘ Sociability: Adon loves to put himself in the thick of a mess of people.
➘ Lures: An easy lay, a good meal, bustling bars, crazy parties, supernatural women (also the plain and quiet sort of mortal).
➘ Savvies: Playing to the crowds and cameras, throwing parties, getting to know people, bullshitting himself out of or into nearly any situation.
➘ Ineptities: Listening to criticism, being himself, handling any sort of responsibility, driving.
➘ Profession: Supermodel
➘ Education: Tutored up to entry level university.
➘ Hobbies: Modeling, sightseeing, partying.
➘ Religion: N/A
➘ Location of Birth: The Dreaming
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: N/A
➘ Virtues: Charity
➘ Vices: Envy, Gluttony, Pride
➘ Likes: Flirting, drinking, recreational drugs, getting what he wants, big tits and an even bigger ass.
➘ Dislikes: Awkward conversations, sleeping alone, vegans, waiting around, being told no.
➘ Affiliations: The Vereaux, The Englos, The ONS, Zeno
➘ Addictions: Alcohol, Cocaine (he says he can stop whenever he wants)
➘ Handicaps: N/A
➘ Medical Conditions: N/A
Abilities
➘ General Overview/Limits: Adon is still a relatively young Fae in the grand network of his kind. His abilities are still coming into their own, and while in theory he should have no problem handling the average mortal, there are always exceptions. He's not so thickheaded to believe himself capable of squaring off against just any metahuman without a plan, though often this happens regardless. His youthful abandonment his both his greatest asset and his biggest weakness as it leaves him entirely unpredictable to his opponents, but also leaves him with next to no strategy when shit hits the fan.
➘ General Overview/Limits: Adon is still a relatively young Fae in the grand network of his kind. His abilities are still coming into their own, and while in theory he should have no problem handling the average mortal, there are always exceptions. He's not so thickheaded to believe himself capable of squaring off against just any metahuman without a plan, though often this happens regardless. His youthful abandonment his both his greatest asset and his biggest weakness as it leaves him entirely unpredictable to his opponents, but also leaves him with next to no strategy when shit hits the fan.
- Glamour: The Fae ability to mask, enhance or entirely change one’s appearance. Can be seen through with a high enough Auspex.
- Chimerstry [⚫⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪]: The discipline of conjuring illusions into existence. Such phantom images are as real as the user's skill allows, and will even fool technological sensors. It is not always easy to dismiss the phantoms created by this Discipline even when one knows them to be false. Individuals with levels of Auspex may see through the effects of Chimerstry.
- Auspex [⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪]: The discipline of supernatural senses and extended perception. Allows users to pick up on emotions and character subtlety, as well as see auras and 'true forms'.
- Potence [⚫⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪]: The discipline of supernatural physical strength. Allows the user to fight with ferocity and force beyond human limitations, as well as perform incredible feats of labor.
- Presence [⚫⚫⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪]: The discipline of supernatural charm and attraction. Allows the user to exert their natural charisma and personality at a supernatural level, to enhance it to bring out feelings of loyalty or fear from those around them. Also protects the user from forms of domination and mind control.
- Fortitude [⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪]: The discipline of supernatural endurance and resistance. Makes the user more hearty and durable.
- Celerity [⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪]: The discipline of supernatural speed of movement. Allows the user to move at inhuman speeds far surpassing normal limitations.
Weapons/Gear
➘ While Adon knows and understands how to handle and fire a gun, or swing a blade, he's never found much use in either considering his supernatural abilities.
➘ While Adon knows and understands how to handle and fire a gun, or swing a blade, he's never found much use in either considering his supernatural abilities.
A Little Snippet of Their Life:
Adon's earliest memories were not an era the fledgling Fae placed many remembrances on nowadays; there were too many irons in the fire so to speak. Still, they were his roots, and regardless if he forced himself to forget, the Arden we're the keepers of each clan's Legacy, to store a record of each and ever Fae's addition to a clan's history.
His father, Kayen Vereaux, shaped his essence with unwitting assistance from a mentally enfeebled Cara Englos. Awakened, confused within his father's palace of mandated solitude, Adon was never at a loss of inquiries or a thirst for knowledge. A creature so virgin to existence itself that wished only to experience. Kayen in his infinite machinations saw that the youth do just that, thrusting Adon through the his space within The Hedge and into Arcadia, wherein Adon discovered how alienated he was in his creation. The Englos desired solely to distance themselves from the Fae that was of mixed blood, doubly so once they caught wind of the circumstances of his birth.
Then the Vereaux was to be his family, and to their credit, they did take Kayen's progeny into their folds to teach and mold into a proper Fae of Arcadia. What Adon was to learn, however, was of his father's position within the Vereaux hierarch and history, and how others would treat him with trepidation because of his lineage--for good reason, as the boy was but one piece in Kayen's schemes for escape. Adon would remain, in a sense ostracized to a degree, but determined to prepare himself for a departure to the waking lands; the realm of humans where his sister Ki resided.
New York City, that was the locale that Adon tore across the void into the mortal fleshlands, awash in a crowd of faces of all varieties and standing stupefied in the middle of a street as they passed him by without a second thought to continue their meager responsibilities. The blare of a car horn shook him from the daze, as he'd come to understand through subsequent curses, yelling, and a stranger yanking him along what was a crosswalk of a busy intersection.
In what would be the start of many new happenings, this human, Jean Wallace, as he later introduced himself as, asked the snow-topped youth a multitude of questions. First off, if he was using, and naturally, Adon had no meaningful response for the well-meaning man. "Your name, then we'll go from there." Adon could only stare in bemusement at the smaller man, with his scruffy beard, curly brown locks, and ridiculous frames hanging over his eyes. It took several hard seconds, trying Jean's patience in the process before a reply would leave his lips, his voice strong and near melodic in tone. "Adon Val Vereaux." Jean was silent for about as long, a look of skepticism on his features. Adon's delivery had been so straightfaced that he had difficulty not accepting it. "I bet it is, well, either someone drugged you, or this is an elaborate prank. Fuck it." Grabbing hold of Adon's hand, Jean began leading him around the metropolis, whether he knew it or not, he was entranced by the supernatural being, and as Adon would realize later, it was his presence as a Fae that had such effect on humans.
This was all an excellent encounter for the Fae as he went back and forth in conversation with the college student, studying his reactions, every detail that his face made, the change in his vocal tone depending on how Adon acted. At his request, the Fae was taken all about town within reason, a coffee shop, retail stores, Time Square, and Central Park. They went to see a movie, Adon couldn't remember which one, but it was entertaining all the same; the two would eat together, all on Jean's dime as Adon had not a penny to his name. Hell, Adon didn't even have identification when Jean asked so as to see the validity of Adon's name.
The pair never stopped talking, the ravenous Vereaux wouldn't allow it.
Their night ended at Jean's cramped studio loft of an apartment. Apparently, he was in medical school on a multitude of scholarships, and that Adon provided a much-needed distraction from his workload. Adon could only grin and give a cocksure response in return. "I bet." Adon awoke the next morning with Jean draped over his pale chest, both nude and Adon still beaming at the possibilities that this place offered. Adon spent last night sharing a bed with a repressed bookworm, tonight he would be a guest to a selection of models.
It would be nine months before Adon managed to make his way to Ki.
Adon's earliest memories were not an era the fledgling Fae placed many remembrances on nowadays; there were too many irons in the fire so to speak. Still, they were his roots, and regardless if he forced himself to forget, the Arden we're the keepers of each clan's Legacy, to store a record of each and ever Fae's addition to a clan's history.
His father, Kayen Vereaux, shaped his essence with unwitting assistance from a mentally enfeebled Cara Englos. Awakened, confused within his father's palace of mandated solitude, Adon was never at a loss of inquiries or a thirst for knowledge. A creature so virgin to existence itself that wished only to experience. Kayen in his infinite machinations saw that the youth do just that, thrusting Adon through the his space within The Hedge and into Arcadia, wherein Adon discovered how alienated he was in his creation. The Englos desired solely to distance themselves from the Fae that was of mixed blood, doubly so once they caught wind of the circumstances of his birth.
Then the Vereaux was to be his family, and to their credit, they did take Kayen's progeny into their folds to teach and mold into a proper Fae of Arcadia. What Adon was to learn, however, was of his father's position within the Vereaux hierarch and history, and how others would treat him with trepidation because of his lineage--for good reason, as the boy was but one piece in Kayen's schemes for escape. Adon would remain, in a sense ostracized to a degree, but determined to prepare himself for a departure to the waking lands; the realm of humans where his sister Ki resided.
New York City, that was the locale that Adon tore across the void into the mortal fleshlands, awash in a crowd of faces of all varieties and standing stupefied in the middle of a street as they passed him by without a second thought to continue their meager responsibilities. The blare of a car horn shook him from the daze, as he'd come to understand through subsequent curses, yelling, and a stranger yanking him along what was a crosswalk of a busy intersection.
In what would be the start of many new happenings, this human, Jean Wallace, as he later introduced himself as, asked the snow-topped youth a multitude of questions. First off, if he was using, and naturally, Adon had no meaningful response for the well-meaning man. "Your name, then we'll go from there." Adon could only stare in bemusement at the smaller man, with his scruffy beard, curly brown locks, and ridiculous frames hanging over his eyes. It took several hard seconds, trying Jean's patience in the process before a reply would leave his lips, his voice strong and near melodic in tone. "Adon Val Vereaux." Jean was silent for about as long, a look of skepticism on his features. Adon's delivery had been so straightfaced that he had difficulty not accepting it. "I bet it is, well, either someone drugged you, or this is an elaborate prank. Fuck it." Grabbing hold of Adon's hand, Jean began leading him around the metropolis, whether he knew it or not, he was entranced by the supernatural being, and as Adon would realize later, it was his presence as a Fae that had such effect on humans.
This was all an excellent encounter for the Fae as he went back and forth in conversation with the college student, studying his reactions, every detail that his face made, the change in his vocal tone depending on how Adon acted. At his request, the Fae was taken all about town within reason, a coffee shop, retail stores, Time Square, and Central Park. They went to see a movie, Adon couldn't remember which one, but it was entertaining all the same; the two would eat together, all on Jean's dime as Adon had not a penny to his name. Hell, Adon didn't even have identification when Jean asked so as to see the validity of Adon's name.
The pair never stopped talking, the ravenous Vereaux wouldn't allow it.
Their night ended at Jean's cramped studio loft of an apartment. Apparently, he was in medical school on a multitude of scholarships, and that Adon provided a much-needed distraction from his workload. Adon could only grin and give a cocksure response in return. "I bet." Adon awoke the next morning with Jean draped over his pale chest, both nude and Adon still beaming at the possibilities that this place offered. Adon spent last night sharing a bed with a repressed bookworm, tonight he would be a guest to a selection of models.
It would be nine months before Adon managed to make his way to Ki.
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