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ADAM LOGAN RILEY
FULL NAME: Adam Logan Riley
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AGE: Twenty-three
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE:
MAJOR:
JOB OCCUPATION: Street PerformerHAIR: Adam has shaggy red hair that seems to be everywhere.
EYES: Blueish Green
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: When he has memories or nightmares, he bites his arms, drawing blood sometimes, which leave scars on his arms of teeth marks.
TATTOOS: Adam has a colorful tattoo sleeve on his left arm. He has a few on his right arm, but the majority are on his left arm. He also has angel wings across his back.
PIERCINGS:
PLAY-BY: Ed SheeranLIKES:
• Acoustic Music
• Cats
• Alcohol
• Ginger Ale
• Children
• Being in front of a crowd
• His Mom
• Sleeping on the streets
• Writing music
• Playing the harmonica
• Weed
DISLIKES:
• Packing
• Harsh, Loud music
• weighing himself
• People who are "in it for the money and not the music"
• Being told what to do
• Bright, irritating colors
• People who are always in a hurry
• Watching television
• Shaving
• Wild animals
• Chemically altered things, eg, street drugs or medication
FEARS: • His nightmares
• The guy finding him
• Randomly snapping in the future
SECRETS: He was used as a ritual to Satan when he was younger.
PERSONALITY:
Mellow - Adam doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He could never win in a fight, not even an argumentative one. He likes to keep the peace, and he's often the one calming people down after they've experienced something upsetting.
Creative - Adam is a musician, which means he is creative by nature. He can make up a song almost instantly, especially if he is in a rap battle type thing. He's often creating images in his mind of what he wants his next tattoo to look as well, but when he draws them out, they aren't as good as he thought. But he's creative enough to explain them well enough for the artist to bring his image to life.
Forgiving - He isn't the type of person to hold a grudge. If someone betrays/hurts him in any way, he ends up forgiving them within a few hours. Now, just because he is forgiving doesn't mean that he gives out his trust to everyone. He's very protective of who he trusts in life, but he sees no reason to be upset with someone for more than a few hours. Life is too short, and he knows that too well.
Gentle - Adam has a gently soul and personality. He is kind and loving, and he would never cause anyone harm. He's like a giant teddy bear, and he's often told that, too.
Frugal - Adam doesn't believe in spending more than a few dollars on clothes and shoes. He believes that giving back is more important than spending hundreds on clothes and fancy things.MOTHER: Lara Riley & 40
FATHER: n/a
SIBLINGS: n/a
OTHERS:
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HOMETOWN: Denver, Colorado
HISTORY:
I was born in Denver, Colorado, a place that most people have heard of. I was born on June 29th. My father had left my mother and I as soon as he found out she was pregnant. Sadly, mom was just seventeen, and she got kicked out of her house. So, while she was pregnant, the two of us lived on the streets of New York City before mom hitchhiked to Denver. We got on Welfare, and mom rented out an apartment. It was small, on bedroom, and it was falling apart. It kept us dry, though, and that's all we could ask for.
Mom didn't start 'working' until I was a year old. When she worked, strange men came in to the house. She would turn the television up high, and she would put snacks and a sippy cup on the coffee table for me. I never really thought anything of it until I got into middle school. I had always been the awkward kid. I was that unclean, quiet kid that was picked on by students and felt bad for by teachers.
In middle school, mom had to go in for a parent/teacher confrence to make sure I wasn't being neglected like they thought. Mom told them about how she struggled to be a single mom, and the case was dismissed. But the teasing only got worse for me. They talked about my mom's reputation, and it got so bad that I went home muddy, with a black eye, and half a shaved head. Mom kept pestering me to tell her why it had happened, and after a few days I told her about the bullies. She cried for four days straight after that. The men didn't come for those four days, either. But on the fifth day, they started back up, and I left the house for the first time. I was fed up with being home and being ignored.
The first night on the street was pretty scary. It was cold and dark, and I didn't know where to go until I met Allan. He was an old guy with gray hair, and he was extremely nice. He let me stay with him in an abandoned house. It was cold in there, so Allan gave me one of his wool blankets. We exchanged stories, and we hit it off pretty good. I went home after school for about ten minutes each day, then I would leave the house. Mom never seemd to notice or care. And when I was thirteen, Allan took me to a party at another abandoned house. His friend Carol and I talked, and we somehow ended up singing together.
The next day, they all surprised me with an acoustic guitar, and ever since then, I've been singing and playing on the streets. I also began writing my own music. When I was fourteen, my mom wanted to have dinner with me, so I stayed. I made the mistake of falling asleep on the couch. Mom had a client, and he drugged her, taking me to an abandoned house. The same one the party had been at. He had friends there, and they were performing some ritual. They nailed my hands to the walls. Out of pure luck, Carol happened to come by, and she got the cops. The men were locked away, and I was hospitalized.
After that night, mom stopped prostituting herself. She got a job at a diner, and I still left to stay on the streets with Allan. When I was sixteen, some guy jumped me, taking my guitar. I was laying on the ground, and I was found in the morning, in an alley way. I had lost a lot of blood, and I was there for about a month. Allan stayed with me the entire time, and he had found my guitar. They didn't contact my mother until I had woken up form my coma, which was a week later.
When she got there, she realized I had been sleeping on the streets. I told her about my music, my addiction to alcohol (which had come from partying with bums), and my love of pot. She decided that enough was enough, and she moved us to California. She thought it would help me, but it didn't. I got through high school, though. No major drama happened, thankfully.
After high school, I kept up with my music, playing street shows to make money. Sadly, California wasn't doing much for me musically, so I decided to pack up and move to New York. I've been here since the age of twenty.
YOUR ALIAS: Anna
RULE WORDS: Cali took them
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