This is me. . .
But I also look like. . .
N/A
I was named Adrian at birth
But I'm usually called...
Little Blueberry (Shen)
There are 17 candles on my cake.
As if it isn't obvious, I'm Male
I'm as straight as an S
I'm a Half Human, Half Angel
My size doesn't have to tell you that I can still kick your a**.
5 ft, 6 in.
I fight with. . .
A Sword
My magical ability is centered around. . .
The Earth/Ground
This is how I will act, like it or not.
Adrian is the total opposite of his brother, Alex. He's loud, more times than not caught playing on his guitar. He's sometimes a little too naive and trusting for his own good, to the point where he'd probably greet a random stranger and try to befriend him/her in a second (and may or may not succeed). However, that's really all there is. He's equally as stubborn as his brother, though he's rather dependent on other people and honestly will not mind just lazing around all day. He doesn't like when people overestimate him, though, which seems to happen a lot with Alex has his brother. ("He's a superhuman, I swear!")
My Happy Button!
...............Foods - Pretty much. . .anything. . .except some rare exceptions
...............General - Playing his guitar, people who treat others right, music, hanging with Alex, people who know not to baby him, lazing around, and the colours blue and white, especially.
No. Boot to the head. D<
...............Foods - Reall, it's just. . .jello, that he hates. . .
...............General - Boredom, betrayal, mindless bloodshed, killing, bullies, people threatening his friends and brother, people who baby him, people who don't take him seriously/underestimate him, any public display of affection.
The past is the past, and this is mine. . .
Adrian's birthdate can be dated back to Y.C. 3010, just five minutes after that of his brother. He and Alex were inseparable when they were younger, often playing together and their mother. But not all of it was happy times. Sometimes, he'd find Alex cowering in his bedroom, fresh tear stains on his cheeks and shaking uncontrollably with fresh cuts.
Their mother never knew, and something told him that he shouldn't mention it to his father. He always snuck the first aid kit from where ever it was and used it to help his older brother, then consoled him as best as a five-year-old boy could.
That went on for a year.
Their sixth birthday came up. It was like any ordinary birthday; just a small party, with family-only. Their mother, father, and the two of them. All-in-all, it was a perfect evening, and aside from Alex constantly avoiding his father, it was alright.
Until they got to blow out the candles on the cake.
Whatever his father had seen, Adrian and his mother had not, and it took them utterly by surprise when he just about stabbed a knife through the table the cake was on, trembling in anger. The knife had almost hit Alex; that was the most vivid part he could remember. Everything else was a blur. Alex was yanked off his feet and thrown out of the house harshly, his father drawing a knife out from some hidden spot on his ankle. His mother gasped and protested; Adrian cried out for his brother, tears streaming anew each time he saw Alex try to get back in.
"Get out, and don't ever come back, you filthy angel!"
Adrian never fully understood those words.
For a good three years, life was odd. The house became much too quiet for him and his mother to bear, to the point where his mother would often collapse into a sobbing heap in the middle of whatever she was doing. Adrian would always try to keep her happy, comforting her when she was upset, keeping her mind distracted when she was on the verge. He usually swallowed his own feelings up during the day, silently crying at night so as not to worry his mother or to provoke his father, though he swore that his mother came into his room a few times during the nights when he was crying and comforted him instead.
Over time, Adrian slowly forgot about Alex. By the time he was ten, he could no longer name his twin, though he could easily picture his face (because, hey. . .they were twins). His grades, though not always perfect, were steady, and soon, his family was living a normal lifestyle.
I work for. . .
Yaluria
My heart pounds around. . .
... No one, yet... >///<
This is me.
Ready, Steady, GO! - L'Arc-en-Ciel
(Lyrics)
Oh, and did I mention?
- Adrian doesn't appear to have nearly as much magical ability as Alex.
Unlike Alex, Adrian can handle colds fairly well, and is rarely sick from them.
Adrian is often Alex's abuse toy, and suffers from verbal insults on a daily basis when they meet face-to-face. Despite all this, he still cares deeply for his twin and wants to repair their broken relationship.
He has some kind of mental connection with Alex, and can sometimes feel when something is wrong with his twin.
