How long will I endure this hell? How long till these memories fade. The worst part of being immortal was the countless nightmares Adamus would endure. He would relive the memories of the thousands of souls that made him. Arabo witnessed his father burning, his mother bleeding, and his sister...
Maintaining his composure, Adamus stood from the bench. "Oh? Well seeing how you work for DDASPETAMI, could you do me a favor and take care of a siren for me? I left her at the underpass this morning. I'm afraid that rejection has left her in pieces, and I just can't bring myself to go back...
"And what has you walking about during the day? Searching for The Brotherhood, or perhaps you are interested in my services?" There was no point in denying who he was, Adamus made it a habit to fight with weaker beings. Seeing how Shylock easily saw through his illusion, Adamus concluded a fight...
Adamus slightly raised his eyebrow. Either he is lying or he isn't aware of his own strength, Adamus contemplated to himself. "Oh? I wasn't informed that strangers exchange their life stories without giving each others names," Adamus jested. "The name is Arnold McNeil." Calm as can be, Adamus...
"That depends on who you're asking for. Who am I to society, to yourself, or to me? If it is to society I'm just a dying old man with the afterlife lingering around his presence. To yourself i would be considered a poltergeist, and a very calm one at that. Yet I still don't know what to make of...
"Sirens and their large mouth," Adamus scoffed as he loomed over a fresh siren corpse. Had he let her live, he would no longer remain the anonymous Info Broker known as The Anomaly. “Sneaking around would be difficult, if someone were to know your face. Not that it matters when your targets are...
Created by MICHAEL KUTSCHE
Name: Adamus
Nickname(s): The Anomaly
Species: Ghost Poltergeist
Age: 2161
Appearance: 6' 2'', Bald, with a grey complexion, and strange markings covering his body. Is frequently changing his outfit (Dressed to impressed)
Occupation: Information Broker...
I come from a far away land and suffer from a bit of an identity crisis. I am not American or Mexican enough to be considered a part of either cultural groups. I butcher both the English and the Spanish language every time I speak them, yet I am not ashamed of the tongue that I was born with nor...