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ADEM  overview- human - male - Winter 29, 498 (17) physical features Adem stands long and willowy, topping off at five feet eleven inches. His hair is a mass of untamed curls which speak to his late father’s Inartan descent: fire-red, sun-bright, a spark in the darkness, an anomaly in a river of dark heads that cling to old Nykan tradition like drowning men. His face is carved into soft angles and edges, with a paint-smattering of freckles across the bridge of his straight nose, stark against his skin the colour of milk, though in recent years his skin has been more akin to raspberries due to thankless work under Syna’s penetrating rays day in and day out. Sweet-mouthed and clear-eyed, his mother tells him he is beautiful every day and he believes it. Life on Nyka’s streets is dirty work and Adem lives as testament. Years of work in the Farmlands has left his thin frame lean with muscle. He is no less fierce or unscrupulous as the next Nykan rug-rat, and has nursed his own fair share of battle wounds. A number of scars mar the skin on his fingers and arms and the backs of his knees from past spats, and he wears them like badges. character concept Adem, a seventeen-year-old nobody, was born and bred on Nyka’s cold cobbles the paragon of civic duty. He is steady as clock hands. Having virtually kept his family afloat since he could toddle the commute to the Farmlands, Adem’s industriousness is attributed more toward the survival of the only two people relevant to his life than a desire to fulfill his obligations toward the Celestials as a Nykan, though if his actions are taken as such then so be it. Outside of his work, he is poised and polite but decidedly detached, preferring his own company. history Adem was born to Aiven, a half-Inartan and scoundrel who disappeared one night when Adem was three and his sister a toddling babe, and Ellis-Marie, who found zealous comfort in the Celestials’ glory when she couldn’t find comfort between the bedsheets. Everybody assumed he had been taken by the Aperture. One had sworn that he’d seen his kidnapping firsthand by something with long, long legs and a white face, and that he hadn’t had a good night’s rest since. Adem had despised this perfectly serviceable explanation. He would have rather believed he’d fallen into the crevice red-faced and piss-drunk; when he was nine he convinced himself the neighbours had killed him and thrown his body into the rift and he had gone around demanding to know what actually happened. Most chuckled indulgently, if not laughed at him outright; the more kindly offered him shallow condolences and told him it’d be best if he moved on. He never did. As a child Adem did not get along with the other boys. They were snot-nosed menaces with grime under their nails and dirt streaked across their cheeks like war paint, and every time they dragged him by the wrists into rowdy child’s play with dry, cut-up fingers he despised them a little more. Once they had come at him with rusty shears because they thought his bright hair needed a trimming and he had come back with tooth and nail and that was that. When he was mature enough to go into the Farmlands Adem did not mourn the loss of time spent with peers because he had none. He took up his father’s place as the provider of the house instead, and his mother slowly stopped going to work. He took on the paternal mantle when he was very young for the sake of his sister, and worked in the Farmlands far earlier than any young boy should have been allowed, but Skerr’s monks were not opposed to an extra pair of hands on the fields, frail and thin around the wrists though he was. Annalee, his sister dearest and steadfast companion, bemoaned that he wouldn’t let her work outside in the fields with him and thus found different ways to pull in laat, and it was in this vein that the two siblings made a living for themselves while their shadow of a mother sat at home lighting candles and raising shrines and mourning their father. |
skills fluent in Common, poor in Nari
lore  clothing
necessities
housing
location: Nyka a cramped apartment that comes with a hearth, bunk, chest, chair, and small table; shared with his mother and sister NPC write-ups forthcoming family
 Annalee (known to most as Lee) is Adem’s vivacious younger sister, though most would think her his twin. Smiley and bright as a blue summer’s day, she at first seems to be her older brother’s opposite (in personality, at least; in appearance and vanity they are decidedly similar), but the pair are thick as twins are wont to be. They share a certain inclination toward secret-keeping and generally unscrupulous schools of thought--unabashedly apparent in Lee, poorly hidden in Adem--and a thirst for something more; the two were partners in night-gamboling crime in their younger years before Adem put a stop to this behaviour in a fit of self-preservation. Adem harbours some disillusion of innocence in his sister, one that Lee is loath to destroy. She also has way more friends than he does, and she reminds him of this every day. ledger
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