| NAME(S): |Alexander Andrew Adams
| NICKNAME(S): |"Triple-A"
| ALIAS(ES): |{unsure}
| D.O.B.: |09/05/95
| AGE: |20
| SEX: |Male
| SEXUALITY: |Bisexual
| APPEARANCE: |5'8" 250 of stocky build from hauling hoses. He tends to keep his brownish-red hair hair short to shaved for obvious reasons and is often never more than a week without shaving his face. His dark brown eyes thankfully skipped a generation so he doesn't have to wear milk-bottles like his father.
| ABILITIES/SKILLS: |SkillsArson studies
Firefighting techniques,
Emergency vehicle operations
Boxing
Four years of football
Thee years of French/Spanish/Caribbean
AbilitiesStone-skin: The power to absorb minerals from skin contact. He absorbs the non-ferous minerals off of a surface and metabolizes it with the first dermal layers of his skin to increase the density and resistance as a protective layer with some minor combat bonuses.
| BACKSTORY: |There comes a time between what you had planned for life, and what life has planned for you.
He was born third generation into firefighters, like his father and his father before him. No tragic upbringing with a slap-happy-pappy or other diseased members of the family. His dad was a fireman an so his circle of friends naturally involved and evolved around the other firefighter children. The family station mostly handled The Sound, The Wharf and Southbeach with touches into Santiago if others were busy.
His grandfather was there when the Maverics first appeared, dealing with a string of Arsons from a firebug. It was feral who detected the strange tracer in the accelerate that lead them to capturing the pyro. Any time the fires had a purposeful or incredulous circumstance, he would try to hand it off to the maverics to look into. Even if it was nothing, at least it was an attempt to do more. His dad was there when the maverics disbanded, having worked his career in their shadows to try and keep the city safe as the social structure collapsed around them.
It was his turn now, training diligently and keeping to the strictest rules as written versus rules as intended when needed to get his way. He had a girl on his arm, a Letterman jacket from JV and Varsity football, a car he could borrow at a moment notice, and the trust of his family. It wasn't some heroic moment, it wasn't some heinous crime. It just happened...
He woke up in the hospital from the crash three weeks later. His face had been a mess, the airbags had a deployment misfire which made them go off a full second too late, not only failing to protect, but in fact driving the debris deeper into him instead. No, not him, them.
She recovered easier than he did without a steering wheel to crush his chest, but their relationship never recovered and they grew apart. The depression set in as the list of wounds, while none fatal, were disabling enough that his future as a firefighter was finished. He tried to push through, shifting his focus to the sciences of fires, but it was too much and he ended up dropping out then moving out to live in the shadow of the reactor and working at the plant instead.
He was there on the grounds when the explosion went off.
| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: |He has always had a strong moral compass to know right from wrong. The rules to follow and the rules that are in place for businesses, not people. He knows the lines to not cross, that you can't come back from. But as much as he knows, his resolve has been shaken to the core.
| SUPPORTING CAST: |MOM: Originally from the real Caribbean, she had her home in lilSantiago until she met her future husband and the whirlwind romance that came from it.
DAD: Second generation firefighter who watched the city tear itself apart and can only do his best to keep his little patch of the city safe.
GRAMPS: Ex-army, flamethrower who wanted to undo the damage he had done in the war by putting out fires instead of starting them. First generation firefighter who got to see what hope really looked like, he has more good days than bad days as the sundowners sets in.
SIS: First cop in the family. She takes her cues from dad to try and keep the city safe, even if it is just her block. She was the first to insist everyone eligible on their street be trained in handguns and shotguns in a mini-militia fashion to keep the crime at bay.
EX: Highschool-sweethearts, The love of his life and the one he lost. Last he heard she was over in milk district as a bartender.
| REFERENCE POST(S): |roleplayerguild.com/posts/2882940roleplayerguild.com/posts/3346277roleplayerguild.com/posts/3263478| NOTES: |*Optional, any additional notes you wanted to add that weren't covered by the above sections. This can be either kept for yourself or submitted for everyone to see. This would also be the place to include any NPCs you intend on using or any reference points you wish to make for yourself or other players to read.
He's not the brightest bulb, but he is dedicated, he only had a GPA of 1.06
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