Dossier.
Persona.
In so many ways, Adam is a study in the power of memory. Human experiences shape our personalities from birth until the day we die. But what happens when one can no longer piece together a coherent narrative of a life? He'd be John Locke's best friend;
tabula rasa in the flesh.
Right now, he's less of a real person and more of a scared animal, reacting to events as they happen to him. But he hides the feral side of him well enough. To the average observer, Adam would present as a quiet and reserved man, his mannerisms default to a neutral politeness and formality that most people don't have.
He doesn't know if he's a "good" or a "bad" man, because those are terms that apply to humans in relation to others - and Adam is always alone. But he has a fear that he's a very, very bad person who has done some horrible things. He thinks this because he dreams about them all the time.
HAUNTED
RESERVED
PARANOID
DECENT
UNSTABLE
LOVES:
⠀books. he can't have a library card since he's undocumented, but he picks discarded paperbacks up off the street and sometimes borrows from community libraries. like he's trying to remember how to be human again. being busy - he likes to work with his hands and feels a sense of satisfaction when he's able to put something together. black coffee. sitting in the back of a bar to watch the live music, sketching
HATES:
⠀loud noises, excessive confrontation, violence, anything to do with the military. feeling ignorant, though it happens often. the male ego. sleeping - because he usually dreams. overly bland food - tastes like what they gave him when he was in service
Visage.
HEIGHT
6'4
EYES
blue
SKIN
far too pale
FACECLAIM
alexander skarsgard
WEIGHT
215 lbs
HAIR
blonde, grown out slightly from his military cut
PHYSIQUE
lean and muscular; he's covered in scars
- he almost always looks tired, though he'll deny it if asked. the dark circles under his eyes don't lie, however
- his hair is slightly longer than he's used to, and unruly. when he was in the service it looked like this. right now his hair and beard are more like this
- no, he doesn't own a comb
- his clothes are whatever he could scrounge up - sometimes stealing from lost and found bins or saving his pennies for the church charity shop. one pair of coveralls washed threadbare but still bearing the faded stains of oil. random t-shirts for shit he doesn't understand, jeans that were slightly too short for his tall frame, work boots that looked like they were about to fall apart
- many of these clothes have been darned or otherwise repaired by him
History.
Adam was born to a military family with a very long history of distinguished service. It was that loyalty, combined with his test scores, that made him a perfect candidate for an elite unit of special operators. Joining the program meant saying goodbye to his friends and family, but when he’d weighed that against the burden of serving his country it was duty that won out. His old name and records were sealed and erased from the social security registrar like he never existed.
The very first thing they did was put him in a white room. Completely devoid of sensory input. His clothes, the walls, even the plain unseasoned rice they gave him to eat and the milk they gave him to drink. No sounds, no human interactions - an empty void. It was only years later that he learned why these specific tactics had been used - to make him forget his own identity. To depersonalize him as the first step in a conditioning program. Or to put it more simply, to break his spirit and rid their recruits of the idea that they were human beings with unique thoughts and attributes. To this day, Adam doesn’t know how long he actually spent in the white rooms, but sometimes he sees white behind his eyes when he’s trying to sleep.
Unfortunately the problem with mental conditioning is that the brain is elastic. Sometimes it can recover lost memories on its own. After ten years in the program, the researchers were concerned about this possibility - but the brass wanted to send him on one more mission before they wiped him clean again and the training had to start over. That ended up being a mistake. The explosion must have incinerated everyone inside, including the two valuable assets they’d sent into the field. A fire so hot that it would destroy even human bones and teeth. But Adam hadn’t been trapped inside when building blew - he was crawling away on his hands and knees for as long as he was conscious.
Events are more than a little blurry after that.
He lived a transient life for a few months, sleeping under bridges or in condemned houses and stealing small amounts of food to survive - until the owner of a
very illegal chop shop gave him a job. Cash, under the table. He didn’t know why this kid had such haunted eyes, or why he couldn’t produce a birth certificate or social security number. As far as Lou was concerned, Adam worked for cheap and was a good mechanic. He didn’t mind doing the shittiest jobs in the garage, was always on time, and never complained.
Adam doesn’t understand why his mind is such a barren landscape. Why he seems to know how to do things he’s never done before. There are secrets locked inside his mind that could topple an empire.
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