Adair Strader

[Adair Strader]

NAME: Just call me Crowe
GENDER: I prefer not to disclose.
AGE: 23
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Several boards and some LARP and tabletop.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Stumbled on it looking for a board to play on with my friend.

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ADAIR STRADER

“I don't wanna sleep,
I don't wanna dream,
'cause my dreams don't comfort me.
My demons lay in waiting,
Tempting me away”

NICKNAMES: I don't want to be called anything "cutesy"
GROUP: Dreamer
AGE: 16
BIRTHDAY: September 22nd
YEAR: 11th
GENDER: Male
PLAY-BY: Tom Felton

Adair and his brother are identical twins and therefore share the same appearance. Both stand about average height for their age at 5'7". They both have beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair. But Adair always dyes his black. It's something easy he can do to make himself look different. Though much of the dark around his eyes is from how little he sleeps, Adair also wears heavy black eyeliner to enhance the affect. He also keeps nails slightly longer than most boys his age and keeps them polished black. There are occasions when he won't use any color at all, but this is mostly rare. Most people agree that the he, and his brother, are handsome in appearance, especially standing side by side, one with blonde and one with black hair.

Adair wears mostly dark clothing. His style usually includes torn jeans and ragged t-shirts. Usually long sleeved. He's had his favorite pair of shoes since his feet stopped growing, a worn out pair of converse that are usually tied loosely so he can slip them on and off without having to tie and untie them. He has various pairs of fingerless gloves in blacks, reds, purples, and dark blues to go along with the rest of his clothing and is constantly wearing a pair. However, when he dresses up, he dresses to impress. He looks like a fine business man in a blazer and black turtleneck with matching high-polish shoes slacks.

When seen wandering the halls, which is rare, he keeps his head down and hands in his pockets. He looks up at the world through lidded and jaded eyes. To many passerby, he probably looks shy. And to others, intimidating. For the most part, Adair ignores those around him as they pass.

People call me "emo" or "goth" or dark. But I just call myself realistic. The world is full of darkness, disappointment, and unhappiness. That's just the way it is. I don't know why everyone thinks they need to celebrate it, or make light of it. There's not a lot that really makes me smile anymore. My family says I used to be a happy child. Maybe as I grew up, I just started to hate being exactly the same as my brother. I guess I just needed to be different.

I like to read. Alone in a corner usually. Preferably outside or by a window somewhere. But never when or where it's noisy. I'm told I don't make friends easily, and that's true enough. If you really want to know me, you should come talk to me. I'm not going to hold out the olive branch.

I don't like many people. But, I'm not incapable of it. I just find life's a lot easier if you don't make friends who can betray you. The only person I've ever really trusted is my brother. But he can't lie to me. I can always tell. If, and that's a really big if, you do manage to get me to trust you, well, I'll never betray you that's for sure. And I'll be the first one to back you up. Anytime.

My brother and I grew up in a decent home. And by decent, I mean decently wealthy. We weren't rich or anything, but we always had everything we needed and then some. Our parents were both "professionals" and we spent a lot of time in daycares and with babysitters at a young age. While it was obvious mom and dad hadn't planned on having one kid, none the less two, they never treated us badly. Mostly because we never saw them.

When we got older, we became "latchkey kids." My brother always had the key. I probably would have lost it. I never did "responsible" well. We'd come home, make our own food, watch TV or whatever and sometimes I'd do my homework. But usually only once my brother had convinced me to. My parents never asked, they never cared. I can always remember coming home with whatever project we'd done that I'd been proud of and, without even looking at it, without even looking at me, my mom would pat me on the head (sometimes) and say "that's nice dear" in the most disinterested tone I've probably ever heard. That was why I stopped caring. I don't know how my brother didn't.

Anyway, that was pretty much our lives until we started having the dreams this last year. I don't know if I had them first, or if they happened at the same time. I was never woken up my my brother doing anything stupid like screaming or glowing in the middle of the night, so it had to be one of the two.

I think my parents were happy to ship us off to a free boarding school. They probably would have sent us to one earlier if they had wanted to spend the money on us. But we weren't worth mroe than a public education. Especially with my bad grades. I guess I should just be glad they had the decency to keep us together.

IN PROGRESS

NAMELESS ONE
THE ILLUSION : THE DECEIVER : SHAPESHIFTER

Adair's chimera represents just how much he hates being who he is and just how much he wants to be anyone else. The creature is a shapeshifting being that usually appears as a black shadow with glowing eyes. The shadow is usually a humanoid shape, but not always. His favorite form to take, when not stealing someone else's, is a man in a black long coat and a fedora. The facial features are usually different, depending on what the viewer thinks they'll see.

The shadow doesn't have a name, or at least not one it tells anyone. It introduces itself, if it isn't pretending to be someone else, as "The Nameless One," which fits its enigmatic and uncertain nature.

The being's personality isn't evil, but certainly self serving. It's known to play cruel jokes on others, and can read faces out of the memories of those it interacts with. This is many times used to manipulate those it is around.

It is often mistaken for one of the many shadows wandering around The Illusion. Until it speaks. It's own voice is a strange, genderless, neutral tone. It sends shivers down the spines of those who hear it. It's a sound like all voices and no voices, echoing across a vast emptiness.