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• General
• Internal Traits
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• History

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  Name: Adom - Meaning: “One who receives help from the gods.”
  
  Age Prior To Death: 23
  
  Weight: 90.7 Kilograms
  
  Height: 182 centimeters
  
  Eye Color: Red
  
  Hair Color: White
  
  Appearance: Adom is rather large in stature, with defined and lean muscles that span evenly through his body. He’s no massive brute by any means, but his build is quite impressive. His golden brown skin harbors from the genetics of his forefathers, as well as the countless days spent outside in the Egyptian heat as Ra looked down on him. The odd coloring of his hair and eyes would be something he’d be ashamed of due to others perceiving him as evil and unnatural. He’d grow to accept his appearance later on, and even be proud of his strange appearance.​
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  Personality: Adom is a calm and calculated soul, who is hardly ever compromised by emotions or stressful situations. He’s perfect at analyzing any predicament he might be in and planning out the best course of action. His emotions as a whole are sort of a blank slate, and it’s rare to see him with any sort of expression let alone a smile. That’s not to say he resents others and feels no need to talk to them, but rather he deems whatever he has to say unimportant and never states his thoughts or feelings. Of course is was all before being gifted the powers he inherited from Anubis. As a result of this godlike energy, it changed his way of thinking and acting by a noticeable amount. Adom will become more aggressive and forward with his actions, and tends to open his mouth a lot more than usual. Emotional wise, he’s still the same blank person as ever, but anger tends to be shown a lot more than usual as a result of a temper he’s developed. Whether this is a result of the archaic power Anubis held, or a plethora of hidden frustrations finally coming to light is unknown.
  
  Abstract Skills: Being the previous son of a High Priest, Adom was gifted with the ability to read during the time that he lived under his fathers house. He learned to read and write in the language of his people, and was even versed on the Holy Glyphs that are deemed to be the language of the gods. This could greatly aid in solving the many puzzles and trials of the various god’s Strongholds in order to avoid traps and such other things.
  
  In addition to this, during a later part of his life Adom learned methods of stealth and theft. The reason for this will be explained later, but suffice it to say it was in the best interest of his survival. He can pickpocket decently, and scale walls and buildings with ease which in turn built up his physique and strength. Strong and Quick, Adom is a tough to pin down or track.​
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  Method of Fighting: If ever placed in a situation of a full frontal attack, Adom is much more calculated and precise with his methods. He takes time to analyze his opponents stance and attacks, looking for weaknesses and imperfections in them. This in turn allows him to easily get the upper hand and frustrate his opponents to the point of standing victorious over them. Though this only works should he have only a few enemies to deal with, which gives him time to think. Should he be overwhelmed and overrun, Adom adopts a much more brutish method where instead of quickly taking every opponent down quickly and easily, he overwhelms them with a barrage of vigorous attacks that will cause them to eventually wear down and break from the pressure. Due to a habit of stubborn behavior, Adom hardly ever gives himself time to recover which in turn causes extreme fatigue which can be his downfall at times.
  
  Weapon of Choice: After being extended the second chance at life from Anubis, in addition to the power bestowed upon him, Adom was also gifted with the Scythe of Anubis. This is a powerful and eternally sharp weapon that, according to its maker, will never break or succumb to being worn down. From the moment Adom holds it, it will be bound to his soul and can be summoned on a whim. While powerful on its dual state, the blades can be separated for a sacrifice of said power for speed. The blades while separated can be used for more than just combat. Due to their nature, they can be used to aid in scaling surfaces, grappling objects, and of course harvesting wheat.​
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  Relationships:
  Heto Kahn - Father (Alive)
  Mya Kahn - Mother (Deceased)
  No siblings or other family members to be known. No close friendships or other relations to be had either.
  
  Backstory: It’s pitiful isn’t it? Being in a world fill of diverse wonderful people, only to be shunned and cast out from them. Left with nothing but a fathers mandatory love, that even then you can slowly feel being taken away from you. That’s the life that Adom was introduced to since his birth. He never knew his mother, never kept in contact with any extended family due to his Fathers superiority complex, and couldn’t find a single person in the world to call a friend. An outcast, that is what he was and that is what he was destined to forever be.
  
  You see being born in a society where the beauty of ones self and the world around them is everything, can be rather detrimental to your status if you possess any oddities in the slightest. To disobey normality is, in a sense, death. What’s worth is to defy it to the extent of being perceived as cursed and evil. Ash white hair and crimson eyes were definitely not a good trait, especially for the son of a priest. Outcries came from the people, demanding that such a person of power be rid of an abomination such as he. For surely if one was to be cursed in the sight of the gods, they should be left for dead!
  
  “Kill him! Abandon him! Let the gods decide his fate!”
  
  The pressure of society tends to have more power than reasoning. So despite how he wanted to love his son, Heto’s mind began to bend to the will of those around him. He began to scorn the boy in public, make an example of how unclean things should be handled, all for the sake of pleasing those whose opinions he held in a higher regard than that of his own flesh and blood. The more Heto distanced himself, the more his relationship with his son deteriorated. Adom was heartbroken, as he watched the one person in the world who he thought actually cared for him go the way of everyone else. To further the irony, no matter how many times he prayed to the gods that were supposed to watch over him his cries seemingly only fell on deaf ears. He was truly and utterly alone.
  
  Eventually he’d learned to just deal with it. He suppressed his emotions or thoughts, as he knew no one would care. The ridiculing became normal, and he grew numb to the pain in his heart. It grew to the point that he became the quiet and docile person he is now, an empty shell of a human that felt little emotion. Under that cold surface was a lone soul, hurting and begging for a way out. Well, that way out came in the form of a lot more pain.
  
  Ridicule and humiliation grew to not be enough, and the people desired for a more effective approach of punishing the supposedly cursed boy. Adom was stolen away in his sleep as a young boy, around age fourteen, and awoke to find himself bound at an alter meant for holy ceremonies in tribute to Ra. Normally they’d make burnt offerings of livestock, but this time they wanted to please the son god by punishing a wicked soul. Bound by thick fibered ropes that dug into his skin, Adom could only watch helplessly as his father set the straw beneath him ablaze. And for the first time in many years, he prayed.
  
  As the flames drew closer and closer, they singed at his legs and threatened to burn him alive. The boy shut his eyes as he thought his time was near, but suddenly in the heat of the flames the once strong ropes snapped and loosed him from bondage. In a split second decision, Adom jolted from the alter and squirmed by as the many people in attendance tried to grab and retrieve him. By some miracle though, he escaped and kept running. He ran and ran, and didn’t stop until he knew for certainty that he’d never be found by those miserable wretches ever again.
  
  After wandering the desert all night, Adom finally stumbled upon a small city just outside of Thebes known as Neith. It was nothing remarkable, but it still had a decent population. Hunger soon set in, and the boy realized that there was no way for him to procure food or clean drinking water. It became all too tempting, and driven by his increasing hunger, Adom began pickpocketing coin purses and stealing goods out of baskets. It got to the point that he summed up enough money to purchase a small home to live in. He lived like that for years upon years on end, and for once he felt like he had a good life. He was happy!
  
  However, happiness never lasts long, and his actions soon began to catch up to him. People began to recognize him, and it wasn’t long before a mob of people were to drive him from his home. They had no intent to kill him, only to rid him their city. Out into the desert he was cast out, where he was damned to roam for many days. The heatstroke, hunger, and dehydration slowly began to kill him as he wandered the dunes. In his final moments he cursed himself for being born with such oddities, he cursed his father for abandoning him, and he cursed the gods for not hearing him...​

 

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• Ladies and Gentlemen, your hero has returned again.
  
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December 14
Log 1

The static of a camera comes into focus, it’s picture initially a blur until everything comes together. An older gentleman, with Snow White hair, a tired wrinkled face, cold blue eyes, and a rather unsettling grin, who stood behind a desk from which the camera sat. Behind him, all to be seen was dark.

“My name is Dr. Thomas Weil. Today marks the beginning of Project Colossus, my masterpiece of salvation for the entirety of Earth as we know it.” He paused, a scowl forming on his face, “Humanity has become a blight on this earth. The quarrels and differences to be had are too great in number, and with the continual breeding as rats, abuse of resources, and mistreatment of the environment, our mother Gaia is suffering beneath us. I can stand for this no longer.”

He stood from his leaned position against the desk, looking back into the darkness behind him.

“The path of fate is already on a violent course to destruction of all. But I see fit to speed along the process and bring about the extinction and destruction, so that Earth might flourish once more. Ecosystems may return to their natural state of posterity, the various elements of life remaining may return to the natural selection without human interference. Once more, power may be brought back to this forsaken place.” Those cold blue eyes glances back to the camera, that chilling grin returning to his weathered face. “A second chance, if you will.“

Dr. Weil stepped forward, producing a remote in which he pressed a few buttons. “Of course it stands within reason to document my research. Such that I can continue to expand my horizons and seek out the perfection in my crusade for human extinction.”

He came to a halt just as a few overhead lights came on above him. In two rows, fourteen horrific creations were bound to machines. They harbored no limbs or entrails. Only an assimilated portion of their upper torso, and their head were present, held aloft by machinery behind them. They took the appearance of humans, all of them identical to one another. They had no hair, and the unsettling flesh bound to them was grey like ash. The only difference between them all was the lacking of this strange skin on their mutilated bodies. Some had exposed portions of their metallic skulls, others a silver and angled jaw, some had no human looking eyes, instead just orbs pure in color. The inside of their torsos, and the backs of their heads could be seen, which exposed something odd. While the lifts that kept them suspended look to be crude and roughly put together, the intricacy of the Doctors experiments was far more refined and almost advanced looking from what could be seen within them. They all looked to be asleep, or atleast dormant.

“Obviously, my children are still incomplete. I’m taking them through one by one and testing their fealty, and ability to follow orders. It’s a trial and error process, strengthening their brains and allowing them to grow. You see these precious creations of mine will be able to think freely for themselves, save for their set instructions. They will be able to analyze situations and work them out without the need for protocols or sub routines. Their brains in essence are human, but their bodies are only replicating the very terror they face. In the image of men I have bred their very demons.”

He walked up to the subject central to the front row.

”There is no need to have this many. Hell a group of three should be able to wipe out entire armies. But I know that there will be casualties, and shortcomings along the way. Not all of them will survive. But such is life. The weak fall, and the strong rise up.”

The buttons attached to the subjects lift were pressed a few times, until their eyes blinked and moved around, followed by their neck pulling their head up to look around.

“Good morning, subject 01.”

They blinked two times, followed by an almost human sounding voice, if it weren’t for a subtle electric hum to it .

“Good morning, doctor.”

“How are you feeling today?”

“I cannot.”

“You cannot what?”

“I cannot feel.”

The doctor laughed, “In time you will. You will feel many things. Joy, anger, pain. All of it will be yours to experience.”

The subject paused, nodding its head. But then it’s hairless brows furrowed, and it’s dead eyes looked to the doctor.

“What is my name?”

“Your name?”

“My name. You address me as ‘Subject 1’, is this my name?”

“No, merely a placeholder until you’ve earned a name. You will also earn your personality, your limbs, and in time your freedom.”

“Why must I wait? I don’t like not having a name.” They looked sad enough to cry, but not tears came. “I do not like not being able to move.”

“One day you will. But that day is not today.”

“Will it be soon?”

“No.”

The creation turned from sad to angry, with its existing body beginning to shake violently as the lift struggled to restrain it. It began screaming, that same electric distortion behind it. Dr Weil paid no mind to this, and merely moved to shut the subject down, forcing them to go limp once more. The Doctor then returned to the desk.

“Through their education and training they will understand this world, and themselves. They’ll learn their purpose. One day I will let them choose their names. And as they evolve they will choose what personality to harbor. Their hair, skin tone, eye color, all of it will in time be granted to them. They will be indistinguishable from a human, and that’s the beauty of it all. The rats will think their death is being brought about by their own kind. They’ll have none to blame but themselves. And when humanity is brought to its knees at the precipice of its destruction, they’ll remember not what has been destroyed, but what I have created.”

“It is a new beginning. A new era of tranquility for this planet. When it’s all over I of course will perish, as will my children. Nothing will be left. To entertain their excitement, I will promise them many things, that will not come to pass. All in the name of resetting this damned world.”

“None shall stand in our way”

Dr Weil laughs as the video feed cuts out, replaced by static once more followed by the same black screen at the beginning.

Colossus, Arise!

 

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