Post by Adrian on Jun 16, 2010 16:47:10 GMT -5
DreamKiller
Name: Adrian Kreever
Aka: DreamKiller
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Fae
Personality:
Adrian is, by and large, a threat. He is by nature a cruel and sadistic person, though his connection to his adoptive parents have opened door in his psyche that lead to lighter places. He enjoys a good hunt, fight and kill, but as of late he's begun to experiment with pranks as a method of teaching. People digust him of for the most part, not least due to his deeply repressed libido, but he is beginning to see potential for something better among the grey masses. He holds a soft spot for most animals and unspoiled children, and is quick to anger when these are threatened or bullied.
Sexual Preference: Straight (Though he considers himself above such 'trivial matters'. Also virgin.)
History:
Adrian is a changeling, a Fae child placed in the cradle of a stolen human infant, the human child being taken away to the Fae homelands and raised as one of their own. Adrian's true family, the Dark Fae family the Reylique, are a family of cruel blood and he carries their mark.
Adrian was a malicious child, playing pranks and hazardous tricks on his parents before he had even learned to communicate properly, greasing door-steps and staircases and pouring needles and broken glass into his parents' footwear. His parents were terrified, and quickly realized it was either them or their child. But being soft people at heart, and unable to look at their son without feeling just a pang of remorse, killing was out of the question, and the thought of abandoning him to the whims of fate was too much for either of them to bear. Instead, they made contact with a friend in a child-adoption agency who assured them she would do all she could to keep both their child, and themselves, out of harm's way. Shuffled away into a system of endless paperwork and faceless administrators, Adrian was liberated in a moment's distraction on the part of the gatekeeper his parents had left in control of his future. As she went to attend a meeting of the local branch, the final paperwork concerning the child's adoption was signed, and he was given over to Oluf and Elisa Kreever, a middle-aged couple who, for all their love, could not have a child of their own. They named him Adrian after Elisa's grandfather and cared for him as had he been their own.
What nobody had foreseen, least of all Adrian's former jailer, was that being abandoned by his parents had actually hurt him deeply. He had never actually meant to hurt them, it had all been a game to him, and now they were gone. When he once again felt love, after having been starved of it whilst caught in bureaucracy, he wasn't as quick to turn it down. He grew up a loved and loving son, forcing himself to limit his pranks to less damaging forms. But it pained him.
Among other kids, starting from kindergarten and never really stopping, he was a prime target for bullies, not least because he didn't care for them at all. His parents had told him that only bad kids hit each other, and so he did not resort to violence though he longed to do so. He was often the target of bullies all the way through elementary school, but most were scared off by his utter lack fear of them. Kids from other classes, notably the higher ones, heard about Adrian's resilience and, as bullies do, saw him as a threat to their authority. Within a week's time the beatings began again, only worse now, as older kids were now giving him their 'attention'. One kid in particular, a troubled, overweight boy named Michael Johnson, or just Mike, was vicious, and within very few weeks Adrian found himself in a hospital, looking puzzled as men and women in white clothes ran back and forth, writing things down, patting him on the head and filling him with morphine. His parents came to see him, and he was glad, until he saw mother cry. Father was angry, but not at him this time. No, he was saying something about how such shit-brats shouldn't be allowed to go to school with well-functioning children and that their parents should be punished and that he'd have them all expelled and some such. Adrian smiled, he liked father and mother, but father always said so many things when he was sad. And Adrian didn't like seeing mother and father sad.
Adrian was back in school a few weeks feeling a little stiff in a few of his joints but otherwise fine. He had smiled when mother had tried to talk him into staying home 'a few more days', and when father had repeatedly told him that he would be no loss of a man for staying home and 'taking it easy'. He loved them, but he wouldn't stay at home when the one who had made them cry was walking around unpunished. One of his teachers tried to talk some courage into him and Adrian went through the motions of looking first slightly fearsome and withdrawn, then captivated, then relieved and encouraged. It was tiresome but it had to be done to keep the shrink off his back. The teacher had said something about having had a 'VERY serious little sit-down with Michael' and 'having discussed the matter in depth with his parents' and something about a serious warning, but both Adrian and his teacher knew exactly what that meant: Jack 'n squat, if even that much. Adrian just saw nothing terrifying in that truth. He knew why Mike did what he did, he had seen the way Mike's father would look at him, how his hands would rest and how Mike would try to shift away from his touch and be denied. He had even heard Mike's mother tell him off once when no one could see him, how easier things would be if he'd just stop crying so loudly 'every damn time your father needs some comfort and a little human warmth!'
He knew these things and more, but they mattered little.
A short while after lunch Mike was waddling back from his lunch toward class and, as he was late as usual, he was among the last people in the cafeteria. Suddenly he felt something impact on the back of his head, sending him stumbling forward. Supporting himself on one of the lunch-tables he turned to look behind him as the second blow landed, sending him to the floor where Adrian, wielding a sugar-bowl as his weapon, leapt to straddle him and continued to smash the small, ceramic bowl into Mike's face until he felt warm blood stain his face. Licking a drop from his upper-lip he let the bowl fall to the floor and began laughing, for the first time since before he was adopted feeling that enrapturing sensation of power again, so much sweeter now after all those years of abstinence. That was the first time his eyes changed, though the teachers hauling him off to the principals office were too occupied to notice. The sight of Mike laying limb on the ground with shards of the sugar-bowl stuck in his face and sugar-cubes greedily sucking up his blood was a sight that would serve Adrian as a reference point many years into the future. Adrian learned two valuable lessons on that day, that virtually nobody could prepare against an enemy who would go to any length to see you destroyed, and that mother and father were not only sad when they heard of the incident, but that his actions had actually endangered them.
The little family left the state not long after.
By allowing himself to assault Mike, Adrian had awoken his dark appetite and he found himself caught up in a double-life, one where he on one side be a grade-A student who worked hard and studied even harder, earning high grades, scholarship opportunities and, most important of all, made mother and father happy. On the other side, he would assault people he decided where too weak and needed a taste of the pain they caused themselves. He picked up boxing to help him in this, though only fitness boxing to make sure his parents wouldn't suspect anything. One night he happened upon a demon hunting a human. He descended upon it form above, and the battle was fierce. Emerging the victor, Adrian smiled beneath his true face, then leaned back his head and roared with cold laughter. He's been hunting demons and whatever else he can find preying in the cities with impunity.
Fighting Skills: In another life, Adrian would have been this era's martial prodigy, but instead his talents are only put to use whilst his face is hidden. His ability to fight bare-handed is only exceeded by his skill with a knife, and he carries several of these on his person when hunting. He has an entuitive feel for just about any weapon, but only uses the guns his opponents bring to a fight, thinking them too messy and crude. His combat instincts, however, more than makes up for this eschewing of modern technology. He will often carry various home-made explosives with him, such as molotov cocktails and smoke bombs.
Abilities:
Adrian is an illusionist of highest caliber, messing with his opponents mind and all their senses. His sensory capabilities greatly exceeds those of mere humans, and his heritage affords him both great alacrity and various lesser effects, such as obscuring his identity and letting him cling to walls.
In his blood lies great strength, strength honed by a life of strict control and discipline. He can overshadow all but the worst pains and push his body through almost anything by sheer force of will. By the same token, he is nearly impervious to mental assaults and attempts to dominate, and though his mind may still be read, gaining access to what lies under the surface thoughts is no small feat and facing the horrors that he contends with every day takes its toll on the invader.
Weaknesses:
Adrian's main weakness is his parents, and should anyone tie his DreamKiller exploits to his mundane life the two would be very vulnerable to attack. Another major point of weakness is the fact that he doesn't know himself to be anything other than human, unaware of his heritage and the person he has replaced. Also, a a Fae, he is highly vulnerable to cold iron.
