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-Name: Solomon Adamos
-Age: 30
-Sex: Male
-Personality: Having shown a keen mind at a young age, Solomon is a very curious individual and always wants to know how something works. He does not believe in the supernatural as that would imply it is beyond science. He is also very motivated, willing to go to great lengths to achieve his goals. This stems from his belief that only alchemists like himself can save the world from falling to the abyss. Because of this mindset, he can show traits of condensation and arrogance to those he deems to be ignorant or misinformed. His years of living in the hellish ruins of what was once the world has made him virtually fearless to dangerous situations and the notion of death itself. A side effect of this is that he can be overtly aggressive and on guard against most individuals, as he barely has any contact with anyone that isn’t a nightmarish creature of the beyond. His lack of social interaction has led him to having more in common with monsters than his own kind.
-Biography: Solomon Adamos was born to Maximus and Penelope Adamos, two renowned Alchemists of the Kingdom of Oram. Growing up, Solomon exhibited intense interest in the alchemical arts, just like his parents. Because of his keen intelligence, his parents opted to home school him and teach what they deemed necessary. Between the ages of 4-12, Solomon was put through countless study sessions and lectures, steadily improving his understanding of the natural world. It wasn’t until his 12th birthday that everything changed. A cataclysmic event that would wipe out half the planet’s population in a single night. No one is quite sure what happened, but one thing was for certain… The sky was gone.
What was once a night sky, filled with stars and moonlight, was now a black void of all encompassing darkness. The 12 year old Solomon was terrified, unable to fully grasp the gravity of the situation. His parents left the homestead, intent on traveling to the nearest village in search of answers. Despite his pleas for
them not to leave him alone, the two master alchemists knew they had a job to do, and left him in his bedroom, lit only by candlelight… They never returned. Solomon would come to learn a harsh truth that fateful day. That it was the last day he would ever see the sun, and the stars. Armed only with a chemistry set gifted to him for his birthday, his knowledge, and a handful of self lighting candles, the young alchemist would venture out into an unknown and dangerous world.
Solomon would learn the hard way that the world had become a hellish nightmare. Those who cannot sustain a light source and succumbed to the dark, would transform into malicious creatures, hungry for flesh. But Solomon prevailed time and time again. Whether it be hiding, fighting, or outsmarting the eldritch horrors of the shadows, Solomon became a survivor. As he got older his knowledge of alchemy only grew. Eventually turning into a mastery of the art that aids him in his ultimate quest to eventually vanquish the darkness.
-Notable skills: Solomon is a master of Alchemy, or science as others would call it. With it he can do seemingly magical acts such as concocting elixirs with fantastical and supernatural effects, transmuting materials into other forms, and even imbuing objects with thaumaturgic properties. Alchemy blurs the lines between traditional science and magic, transcending traditional rules of thought and application. With the right will and knowledge, one can create anything.
Solomon has also developed a mastery over combative skills during his near two decades of battling the denizens of the void. Weapons like swords, guns, and explosives come easy to him. He’s an expert in fisticuffs, utilizing techniques designed to inflict maximum damage to the enemy with no regard for collateral.
Spending most of his life in near darkness, Solomon’s eyes adapted to the harsh conditions and allow him to see in the near complete absent of light. Though he cannot see in complete darkness.
-Setting: Ever since the world was plunged into eternal darkness, most of the populace who weren’t in the light went through a rapid metamorphosis. Changing them into ferocious monsters of varying size, shape, and form. This unpredictability has led to survivors adopting a chronic state of fear and alertness, especially in Solomon’s case. Light is the only thing standing between survival and damnation, so all survivors use various sources of light to stay alive. Whether it be through fire, electricity, or even bioluminescent flora.
-Writing sample (the most favorite!); write 5 paragraphs about the most significant event your character has experienced in their life, no matter how minor or major.
Solomon moved down the cobblestone road with deliberation, his metal boots clacking loudly against the decrepit collection of rocks and soil. A lantern hung from his belt, shining much brighter than what any ordinary flame could achieve. On either side of him were the dead trees of a dead forest. Snow fell gently from the abyssal sky, caking the ground and some of the road. Hopefully he would reach his destination before the road was completely covered. He had been traveling for days on end, only occasionally stopping to eat a ration or take a stamina potion, which was the only thing keeping him from the need to sleep. He was on his way to the kingdom of Gren, a once prosperous land that went silent after the light faded. Rumor was told that most of it had survived the apocalypse and was now a safe haven for survivors. Though because of its isolation and very far distance from the other kingdoms, many people didn’t want to risk the trip. But he was willing to make the trek, for the sake of hope. He knew that the country was most likely dead just like the others, but hope was all anyone had left anymore. The gods had abandoned them, and it was up to him to pick up the pieces they left behind.
He eventually came upon a wooden bridge, worn and damaged from the elements. Despite this, he began to cross it with careful and measured steps, avoiding the holes and splintered planks that littered the crossing. He only made it halfway across when a taloned hand reached out from one of the holes and grabbed his ankle. Immediately yanking his leg free, he barely had time to react as something crawled up over the side of the railing and leaped at him. Not wasting any time, Solomon tossed a cloth pouch at the creature, which immediately exploded into a bright light. The attack blinded the monster, which ended up crashing into the opposite railing instead of its intended target. Unsheathing his sword, he slashed at a diagonal angle, bisecting the creature from shoulder to hip. Dark blood splattered across the aged wood of the bridge.
He analyzed the creature, taking in it’s eldritch form. It was humanoid, with dark grey skin that stretched over a burgeoning skeletal system. It had no mouth, and twenty two beady black eyes that covered its face haphazardly. It’s fingers each ended in a three inch bone protrusion. Creature’s like these were among the weaker monsters, but dangerous nonetheless. He sheathed his sword and made his way across the bridge. On the other side he could barely make out the glint of something in the distance. Illusion perhaps? No, they were the tell tale sign of lanterns, beacons of civilization that eased the worries of any who see them. He blinked wearily as he approached the lights, enamored by their multiplicity. Usually settlements only had three or even four lanterns, given how rare oil was. Yet there were hundreds, maybe even thousands lighting up what could only be described as a castle. No, castle doesn’t do it justice, it was more like a city, elevated on a giant stone platform. It’s architecture bordered on impossible, yet here it was. Such a city would’ve been seen for miles away, but given the tall trees and mountains that obscured the sky during his journey, it made since that he wouldn’t have seen it.
Eventually he reached a checkpoint, guarded by two men in heavy looking armor. The armor was very mechanical, with gears and pistons constantly churning and hissing. He did not know the purpose of it, but decided not to ask. Clearing his throat, he spoke to the guards.
“Greetings, I am Solomon Adamos, an alchemist. I was hoping to gain entry to thi-“
Before he could finish his sentence, both of the guards brought up their blunderbusses in a threatening gesture.
“Outsiders are not permitted to enter, leave or suffer the consequences.”
The guards both spoke in unison with scratchy, mechanical voices. It sounded like metal being bashed together to create what surmounted to comprehensible speech. Solomon was caught off guard by this, clearly not expecting the two guards to be automatons. He knew they existed, and had even seen diagrams of different models. But to see them up close was a different story. They were like giant wind-up toys you could command. Perfect soldiers against the abyssal horde. But who created them? And how was such a city built that survived against the dangers of the dark world? He would find his answers, but first, he needed to find a way in.