Eric Adams

General Information
Name: Eric Adams (meaning Ruler of all Earth).
Alias: None.
Birthplace: New York City, America.
Birthdate: January, 13.
Age: 23.
Race: Human.
Gender: Male.
Current Residence: London, England.
Occupation: Assassin.
Contracted: Yes. Contract located on his right wrist.
Name of demon: Max Jaegar.

History: Born into a rich Christian family, Eric was raised as a small child to look down on everyone else. As he grew, he began to find that not everyone was after his money, but truly wanted to be his friend. One of his best friends was a goth kid named Alexander. The two grew from being two 13 year old boys who were picked on to two 18 year old boys who just wanted to be left alone and hang out.

On Eric's 19'th birthday, the two had went out to celebrate with some friends. Alexander had taken them all to a rave and they had all been about to leave when Alexander bumped into a gang member and gotten into a fight. As the two fought, the gang member pulled a gun and shot Alexander in the heart. Eric was the only one who ran to his side and tried to save his life. It was a failed attempt, and even as Eric tried to stop the bleeding, Alexander's life slowly slipped away and Eric was left crying over his best friend's lifeless corpse. At that very moment, Eric abandoned his faith in God.

Two years later, Eric became an assassin and found the gang member who had killed Alexander and killed him. With his main goal taken care of, Eric began to take on professional jobs as a hit man and earned himself the most gruesome reputation in America. Two years after he became an assassin in America, he grew bored and decided to try his luck with demons. Yes, that's right, demons.

He summoned a demon who called himself Max Jeagar and together, they became 'friends ' and partners. Eric was ordered to move to their parent's estate in London, England a day after he brought Max home with him and they've been living and working in London ever since.

Apperance
Visual Image:


Hair: Black with three red streaks.
Eyes: Brown.
Height: 6'3''
Extra Details: He has two piercings; One on his right bottom lip and one on his right eyebrow.

Contract Symbol:


Persona(Personality)
Likes: Anything dark and anything Goth.
Dislikes: God, and religion.
Goals: Her doesn't really have any goals. All he wants is to forget his past.
Fears: Loosing his friends and his past.

Overall description of their personality: He's dark and defiant. He doesn't talk much to others, but when he does he's either took interest in you or you've made him mad. Much akin to Max, he's distant, but sly. He is often plagued by fits of paranoia.

Professional: When he's working, he's cool, calm, collected and completely focused. He has never missed a shot, or a target.

Extra's
Favorite saying: None.
Theme song: Confrontation.
Artist: Otep.
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D79peD6i-rw&ob=av2e
Lyrics:
Don't
Be.....
Silent.

FIGHT!

(violence, mêlées, & disturbances of the peace)

Here's your introduction to destruction
& the hate sustaining me.

Are we safer or in danger?
Drowning in atrocities?

Riot gear, the slaves are here.
Piling corpses high.

Its the rich man's war,
But its the poor that fight!

More capitalist crimes,
More enemies than allies.

No WMD's
Who gives a fuck if they die?

Just kill em all - watch em fall.
Skin the world with their lies.

Its a rich man's war,
But its the poor that fight.

Stand up,
Speak out,
Strike back!

Stand up,
Speak out,
Strike back!

They don't know
What they started.

CONFRONTATION!

My religion of resistance,
Challenging everything

Radicals & dissidents
Of creativity.

We are the children
Of the siege you hide.
In this rich man's war,
Where the poor just die

More deception & greed
More wars & disease

More lies from the hive mind
That seek to deceive.

A weak nation of need
Like silent thieves in the night.

Its a rich man's war,
But it's the poor that die

Stand up,
Speak out,
Strike back!

Stand up,
Speak out,
Strike back!

They don't know
What they started.

CONFRONTATION!

Stand - FIGHT!
Speak - FIGHT!
Strike back!

Stand - FIGHT!
Speak - FIGHT!
Strike back!

They don't know
What they started.

CONFRONTATION!

This is my
Battle cry!

Defy the lies
Of the tyrant race
With a fist in the air
& a finger in their face!

DEFY THE TYRANTS!
DON'T BE SILENT!

DEFY THE TYRANTS!
DON'T BE SILENT!

DEFY THE TYRANTS!
DON'T BE SILENT!

DEFY THE TYRANTS!
DON'T BE SILENT!

Stand up,
Speak out,
Strike back!

Stand up,
Speak out,
Strike back!

They don't know
What they started.

CONFRONTATION!

Stand - FIGHT!
Speak - FIGHT!
Strike back!

Stand - FIGHT!
Speak - FIGHT!
Strike back!

They don't know
What they started.

CONFRONTATION!

There's no
Way they
Can stop us
Now!

So let them try.
We fight or we die!

Rp Sample: He heard what Keyon had said, but quickly brushed off any emotion that he had felt. This was why he hadn't wanted to stay. Shuen got frustrated way too easy when it came to things like sex and being put in the same place with people he didn't like. Shuen had too bad of a temper to last for very much longer in this house. It was only a matter of time before he lost control of himself.

Sighing, he lengthened the blades until they touched the ground with a metallic clinking. He glanced down at them only for a moment before he began to walk, his step quickly changing from that of a walk to a quick paced jog, to a sprint, and then a full on run. The entire time he ran, he never once took the blades off the ground. Instead, he let them drag the ground, sparks flying as he moved at inhuman speed.

When he reached the speed that he wanted, he drug the claws outward, in front of him and stopped, watching as a shock wave formed and spread out in front of him, taking up the cobble stones as it went along, and forcing the earth up into claw marks along it's path.

When the wave stopped, he stood up completely and let the claws retract. He wasn't ready to stop just yet, but he felt calm enough to finally turn to face Keyon. Once he had gathered himself enough, he turned and looked back at Keyon and began the long walk back to him, his stride slow and steady. "You....should go back now...it's going to get too cold out here for you soon..." he said lowly as he walked back and came to a stop a few feet away from Keyon.