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The Daughter of a Righteous Man- Chapter 25

*SEQUEL TO THE LOOK IN HER EYES*

After her husband is drug to Hell, Ava Winchester and her brother in law Sam try their best to do right by Dean and raise her daughter, only to find that good intentions aren’t always enough. Loving someone isnt always enough.

Chapter Twenty-Five, This is the First Day of My Life

Ella

About fifteen years later

I sat on the counter, my bare legs hanging down as I stuck my spoon directly into the pint of chocolate brownie ice cream. I had shrugged out of my button up, and was wearing my tank top and plaid uniform skirt. My hair was up in a bun. It was so fucking hot outside. My Chemistry book was in my lap as I did my best to be studious, even though I’d rather rip my hair out than read another word of biology. My final was coming up and it was too damn much.

"You're not my father, Castiel! You may look like him, but you're not him."

"Claire," Castiel grunted. I could hear footsteps padding down the steps to my right. "Please slow down."

"No! I can't believe you brought me to a creepy underground bunker. You had no right!"

My eyes widened as a blonde girl about my age stormed into my kitchen. She wore a gray, ratty T-shirt under a black leather jacket with an excessive amount of silver zippers. Her hair was long with wild curls. She had obviously been crying by the black smudges under her blue eyes.

"This is bullshit!" She shouted, throwing her hands in the air. She turned and caught my eyes.

"Uh, hi," I said awkwardly, spoon still between my lips.

"Do you have other girls trapped here?!" She asked, gesturing to me.

"I actually live here," I said, as I pulled the spoon out of my mouth.

"I'll get your bags from the car," Cas said, awkward as ever.

"I'm El," I said, offering my hand out to her.

She eyed me, checking me out. "Claire." She put her hand in mine. "You a stray, too?"

"Deans daughter."

She raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

"Mhm." I looked her over. Claire. I'd heard that name before. Her words echoed in my head. "You're Jimmys daughter."

Claire's expression softened a bit, but her mouth was still stuck in a scowl. "I was."

"I'm sorry about your dad."

"Me too, but he's been gone for a long time."

"I can't even imagine losing my dad," I admitted.

"The goof in the flannel?"

I smiled a bit. "That's him. He's got a charm." I shrugged. "You get used to it."

"I won't,” Claire said, folding her arms across her chest. "I won't be here long enough to get used to anything."

"It's not a bad set up. Good Wi-Fi. Lots of lore. Great shower pressure." I offered a smile, taking another bite of ice cream. "Not exactly a place to bring dates, but most girls don't have three dads. That has nothing to do with the bunker."

Claire winced. "Three dads. Hell I'd give anything to have one."

"I know Cas isn't your dad, but he's a good guy. He tries."

"I don't want to talk about him."

"That's fair," I said, shoving the spoon back into the carton.

I could see her eyeing my ice cream, and I noticed how sharp her collar bones were under the swoop neck on her T-shirt. "Want some?"

She looked taken aback, but she slowly nodded. "Yeah, okay."

I reached under my legs to open the drawer and pull out another spoon. She hopped up on the counter to sit next to me, and dug her spoon in. "I have a chocolate problem," I admitted. "Especially when I'm stressed. I think it fixes everything."

"What're you stressed about?" She asked, eyeing my plaid skirt.

"Finals." I smiled cheekily. "I know it sounds dumb..."

"Nah. It's a nice change from the roller coaster I'm on."

"Are you in school?"

"Got my GED." She tilted her head to the side, sucking on her spoon. "School wasn't my thing."

I resisted the urge to reach up and wipe the makeup off from under her eye. "So no college?"

"I'm in the college of life,” she said flatly.

"Hm."

"I'm surprised you're in school at all. If you grew up with hunters."

"Dad wanted a different life for me. He wanted me to have opportunities that he didn't have."

"Noble," Claire said taking another bite of the ice cream.

"Maybe," I said, closing my chemistry book. "But on the other hand, maybe it's not what I want."

Claire leaned closer to me. "And what do you want?"

"I'm still deciding." I looked down at my book, sitting it next to me. "But I haven't even had the opportunity to learn the hunt. He's worked so hard to keep it away from me. I love what they do. They save people, and I'm just in class reading a fucking book about theories."

Claire looked taken aback when I cursed and then she smiled a bit, mischievously. "You have some fight in you."

"I'm a Winchester." I smiled widely. "All we do is fight." I grabbed her hand. "I know you don't want to be here, but if you stay we will fight for you, too."

Dean

Present

Things were way too fucking quiet on the apocalypse front. Sammy said he had some things to take care of. He wouldn't tell me what. Things seemed fine between him and Ave, but I wondered if he needed some time away from us, to get his head on straight. So I let him go, even though it's against everything I believe in to watch my little brother walk away, I let him go.

I sipped my coffee in the kitchen and looked out the window at the sunrise. I never got up early, but I couldn't sleep. I never could anymore.

"Morning," Ava said, walking into the kitchen.

"Hey," I said, glancing at her.

"I have a present for you."

I turned toward her and raised an eyebrow. "You do?"

She walked to me, the island in between us. She pulled her hand up and and sat down her newspaper. "I think I have a case."

Her eyes were glistening. Fuck she was beautiful. "Really? A case? Sam just left."

"I thought you and I could work it together."

I walked closer to the island, just the counter between us. I reached across and touched her cheek. "I'd like that," I admitted. "Tell me about the case."

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"Uh... can I help you?" A young man behind the counter asked.

We were in a book store that carried a large selection of comics. We suspected a haunting, even if it seemed like a long shot.

"Sure hope so. Agents DeYoung and Shaw. Just need to ask you a few questions," I said, flashing my badge. Ava did the same next to me.

"Notice anything strange in the building, last couple of days?" Ava asked.

"Like what?"

"Well, some other tenants reported flickering lights," I said, glancing around.

The man scratched his head. "Uh, I don't think so. Why?"

"What about noises? Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?" I asked.

The cashier squinted. "And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?"

"What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?" Ava asked leaning into him.

A grin grew on the mans face. "I knew it! You guys are LARPing, aren't you?"

Larping? The fuck is that? "Excuse me?"

The cashier gestures to us. "You're fans."

"Fans of what?" Ava asked, crossing her arms.

I tugged on the tie around my neck, feeling claustrophobic all of a sudden. "What is 'LARPing'?"

The cashier rolled his eyes. "Like you don't know. Live-Action Role-Play! And pretty hardcore, too."

I frowned, my eyebrows coming together. "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys from the books. What are they called? Uh... Supernatural. Two guys, use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh... Steve and Dirk? Uh, Sal and Dane?"

I swallowed hard and Ava and I exchanged a look.

"Sam and Dean?" She offered.

"That's it!"

My head was spinning. He didn't make any sense. How could he know any of this? "You're saying this is a book?"

"Books. It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground cult following." He moved from behind the counter and walked over to the bargain bin and began to dig around. Eventually he came across a book and handed it to me. "That's the first one, I think."

"Supernatural by Carver Edlund." I frowned at the classic romance novel cover. "Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths."

Ava raised her eyebrows. We had suddenly forgotten about the case. "We're gonna need all the copies of Supernatural you've got."

Ava

We went back to the motel. Dean was getting obsessed with the books, and if I was being honest, my head was spinning too. I sat crisscrossed on the window seat typing away on my laptop. I was doing research on the books about their lives, about my life. Dean lounged on the bed, reading intently.

"This is freakin' insane. How's this guy know all this stuff?"

"I have no idea," I said, glancing at him.

"Everything is in here. I mean everything. From the vampires on the beach to us having sex. I'm full-frontal in here." Dean stood up, rubbing his face. "How come we haven't heard of them before?"

I sighed and gestures to my screen. "They're not exactly popular, Dean. Kind of obscure. The publisher got put out about a dozen before they went bankrupt. The last one ends with you going to Hell. I'm in here too. It all is in here." I was suddenly happy that there wasn't another. I couldn't take him reading about Sam and I raising his child without him.

He took the laptop from me. "I reiterate. Freaking insane." His eyes widened. "Check it out. There's actually fans. There's not many of them, but still. Did you read this?"

"Mhm."

"There are Sam girls and Dean girls and... what's a slash fan?"

"As in... Sam-slash-Dean. Together."

Dean looked up at me over the laptop. "Like, together together?"

"Yup."

He looked disgusted. "They do know we're brothers, right?"

"I don't think they care." I laughed. "They say a lot about me too, look," I said, taking back the computer. "Ava's character is flatly written. Dean deserves someone just as complexly written as he is." I rolled my eyes.

"We got to find this Carver Edlund."

"I don't know if we can, babe. No tax records, no known address. Looks like Carver Edlund is a pen name."

Dean groaned. This was really getting to him. "Somebody's gotta know who he is."

"Well, I have an idea, but it might be a little crazy."

He leaned into me, putting his hands on either side of my face. "You know me, Ava Winchester. I live for crazy."

After some research, I found the location of the publisher. She was obscure, but surprisingly active on social media. Not only did she publish the books, but she ran the official fan club. It wasn't hard to locate her house.

Dean and I stood in her kitchen. She poured us each a glass of iced tea. "So you published the Supernatural books?"

"Yep. Yeah. Gosh. These books... You know, they never really got the attention they deserved."

I forced a smile. "Right. Well, we're hoping that our article can... shine a light on an underappreciated series."

"Yeah, yeah, because, you know, if we got a little bit of good press then maybe we could start publishing again." She pushed her glasses up her nose. She was bouncing in her shoes.

Dean raised his eyebrows, throwing his hands up. "No, no, no, no. God, no. I mean, why would you want to do that? You know, it's, uh, such a complete series, what with Dean going to Hell and all."

Nice recovery.

The publisher, but her hand on her chest in a swoon. "Oh, my god! That was one of my favorite ones, because Dean was so strong and sad and brave. Watching him give up everything for Ava. It was beautiful. I mean, the best parts are when they'd cry. Gosh... if only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings."

I snorted a bit, biting the inside on my cheek. I did my damndest to keep it together.

"Real men?" Dean asked flatly.

"I mean, no offense. How often do you cry like that, hmm?"

"Well, right now, I'm crying on the inside."

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"Lady, this whole thing is funny."

I elbowed him gently.

The publisher took off her glasses. "How do I know you two are legit, hmm?"

"Oh, trust me. We, uh... we're legit."

"Well, I don't want any smart-ass article making fun of my boys."

"No! We would never," I jumped in. "We are big fans. Really."

"Hmm. You've read the books?"

"Cover to cover," Dean agreed.

The publisher crossed her arms in defiance. "What's the year and model of the car?"

"It's a 1967 Chevy Impala."

"What's May 2nd?"

"Sams birthday," I said, wincing, knowing it was coming up.

"What is the gender of Ava and Deans baby?"

"A little girl," I said, itching to reach for his hand.

"Dean's favorite song?"

"It's a tie. Between Zep's Ramble On and Traveling Riverside Blues."

The publisher grinned. "Okay. Okay. What do you want to know?"

"What's Carver Edlund's real name?" I asked, leaning forward

"Oh, no. I... No. Sorry, I can't do that."

"We just want to talk to him. You know, get the story in his own words," I said weakly.

"He's very private."

"It would mean so much to us. Like I said," I stepped to Dean, unbuttoning his shirt. He looked at me suspiciously, but allowed me to continue. I exposed his anti possession tattoo. "We are big fans."

The publisher looked weak seeing Deans skin. She fanned herself a bit. "Okay." She took out a pen and paper and started to write. "His name's Chuck Shurley. And he's a genius, so don't piss him off."

Dean

Present

The front door swung open after a few brisk knocks. A man with an unkempt beard and shaggy hair squinted at us.

"You Chuck Shurley?" I asked.

"The Chuck Shurley who wrote the Supernatural books?"

The man eyed us. "Maybe. Why?"

"I'm Dean. This is Ava. The Dean and Ava you've been writing about."

The door shut in my face. I groaned and pounded on it again. It creaked open.

"Look, uh... I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It's, uh, it's always nice to hear from the fans. But, uh, for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life." Chuck tried to shut the door again, but I put my arm in the way, stopping it.

"See, here's the thing. We have a life. You've been using it to write your books."

I pushed my way past him into the house, Ava following behind me.

"Now, wait a minute. Now, this isn't funny."

"That's the understatement of the year." Ava laughed dryly. "We just want to know how you're doing it."

"I'm not doing anything."

I turned to him. "Are you a hunter?"

"What? No. I'm a writer."

I raised my eyebrows, crossing my arms. "Then how do you know so much about demons?" I stepped closer to Chuck, causing him to fall backwards on the couch.

"What do you want?" He stumbled over his words.

"I'm Ava, and this is Dean. Sam isn't here, but he's real too."

Chuck shook his head. "Ava, Sam, and Dean are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real!"

"The fuck we aren't," I said, grabbing him by his ratty T-shirt. "Get up."

We walked him to the Impala, and I popped the trunk, showing him our full Arsenal.

"Are those real guns?"

"Yup. This is real rock salt, these are real fake IDs," I explained.

"Well, I got to hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans. That's, that's awesome. So, I...I think I've got some posters in the house."

"Chuck, stop," I said putting my hand up.

"Please. Wait. Please, don't hurt me," Chuck said cowering in front of me.

Ava laughed a bit and walked toward him. "How much do you know? Do you know about the angels? Or Lilith breaking the seals?"

Chuck looked at her in shock. "Wait a minute. How do you know about that?"

"No. The question is how do you."

"Because I wrote it?"

"Waits" Ava began. "You kept writing?"

"Yeah, even after the publisher went bankrupt, but those books never came out. Okay, wait a minute. This is some kind of joke, right? Did Phil put you up to this?"

I sighed and punched the bridge of my nose. "Well, nice to meet you. I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my wife, Ava."

"The last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down."

"Now you're getting it," Ava said with a forced smile.

Chuck looked weak, so we each took a side of him and took him back inside.

He sat in the sitting room, and poured himself a whiskey. "Well, there's only one explanation. Obviously I'm a god."

Ava laughed and shook her head. "Yeah, you are not a god."

"How else do you explain it? I write things and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel, capricious god. The things I put you through. The physical beatings alone."

I shrugged. "Yeah, we're still in one piece."

"I killed Ava in front of you. I killed your mother... both of your mothers. All for what? For entertainment?"

"You didn't create us, Chuck," I said gently. "You're not god."

"We think you're probably just psychic," Ava added.

"No. If I were psychic, you think I'd be writing? Writing is hard."

Ava sat next to him. "It seems that somehow, you're just... focused on our lives. On Sam and Deans."

"Yeah, like laser-focused. Are you working on anything right now?" I asked.

Chuck gasped, suddenly rising. "Holy crap."

"What?" Ava asked, watching him rifle through papers on his desk.

"The, uh, latest book? It's, uh, it's kind of weird. I uh, I wrote myself into it. I wrote myself, at my house... confronted by my characters."

Ava and I exchanged a look again. What the fuck is going on?

Ava took the papers from him.

"So... You wrote another chapter?" I asked.

"Dean," Ava said, scanning the pages with her eyes.

"What?"

"If this is real... it's... fuck it's bad."

"What is?" I asked, my eyebrows coming together.

"It's Lilith." Chuck said, meeting my eyes. "She's coming for Sam."

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Chapter Twenty-Six, The Winchester Way

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Understand that I specifically say timeline and not “ verse” for a good reason. I am going to be polishing this, and placing it in my backstory page towards the end for all to read. This is for those who do not have a historical era-ish -type muse. And for those who wish to rp in modern time! Only upon request and upon my request, though! but I would like to keep ‘for funsies’ as minimal as possible. Because I rp Adam in late 18/early19th for a reason.

Anyways.--- Without further adieu.

After the second curse was placed, and Belle had gone from his life. Adam was left to help tend his country as Dauphin. A Dauphin is someone who is named heir to the throne; aka, next-in-line.

The king was very ill, suffering a chronic condition that debilitated him-- to which shed most of his heavier, stressful responsibilities on to Adam.

Adam basically, was [king]-- doing everything His Majesty would, but without bearing the title. Which was probably best, considering the revolution and the numerous counts of kidnapping and executing of nobles.

At this time, Adam had reigned for about almost 10-ish?? years. Aging was slow, and to an extent. WHICH his aging eventually stopped due to his curse. [ details of curse will go into headcanon. Or another post about why this is] BUT Because his curse keeps him from dying, [wanting to keep him alive for as long as possible]. After a certain period, people began to question Adam’s youth [hello dorian gray ref. ;)] , and because the revolution was so conveniently placed-- he was able to make an escape. Joining the barricades, and the fight for those who deserve equal treatment.

After this, Adam picked up the pieces of his trading business, and disappeared. No one heard from him since

[[ during this gap of time -- I leave open because Adam may have gone and done multiple things all over the world. And included himself in many significant events--which, I will over time, list ]]

When Adam reappears in our modern world, of year 20XX, he is living a fairly busy life in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Work life;

Still in charge of his trading company from when he established in the Early 19th century. It has become a pillar in the modern world as one of the older most successful of companies. However with multiple shifts, and changes. It diverged a bit, with changes to government and technology. Because of regulations, and the government’s shift in laws as well as policies. Adam’s business would have to pay it’s share of taxes and leave the people who work for him [ thousands] without much to what the earned. To which Adam highly disagrees with. It is not right. He has been always doing this a certain way, and he does not believe in change-- or such a negative change. It would damage his company. It would also damage his company if FBI catches on to him. Which he has had a few knocks on his door. BUT-- because of these things with government and his company etc. he will place money in accounts all across the board between France, Switzerland, and the US to ensure people get their paychecks.This makes Adam a certified money launderer.

Having also acquired a large enough $$$$ living over the years ADAM HAS ALSO become a GREAT big investor, as well as a major day trader to which he has hired assistants to help. He has bought out PROPERTY in Vegas seeing the opportunity from back when, and owns about half the city. He keeps himself hidden by providing different names, or other people to stand in his place as a representative of own the land-- but behind the scenes he owns it.

Adam will get many emergency calls about his work which can be at any time of day. To which he might need to make a run to wire transfers and save his company from plummeting. His company is the only thing he has left from his past that he feels might be worth any merit, so he keeps a clean hold on it always. But because of his serious amounts of money. Adam leads a glamorous lifestyle as show.

And he works remotely, because he has assistants-- and mainly operates everything from his mobile device[s]

Social life; Adam has no real friends, besides his business partners who lean on him for his wit and skill in the market. Mainly Armenian, to which Adam has a hand in knowing some of the language. They like to drag him out to the exclusive clubs they all own, and party hard. A glamorous lifestyle. Some of which they bring Adam on purpose because they know that he covers their hefty bill, and that the dancers will gravitate towards them if a member of their party ain’t so bad on the eyes. And when this happens things get a little wild. Because Adam will drink to lose his anxiety, and drink to lose himself--- To which he goes a bit MANIC

Living;

Because Adam has been living so long-- he tries to ensure that his ‘secret’ for having lived this long does not get out. To which he has acquired multiple aliases. If one were to look into his wallet, they would find a multitude of IDs [kinda scary because people may put together that he is some serial murderer] he does his best to avoid anything that requires his name being put into the system. Such as police reports and medical records. He abstains-- by paying off the cops [they see his name, they let him move along-- ] and has his own sort of black market doctor who comes in when he needs help with a particular... task. [ will talk about this in a LATER as an ADD ON] forbes, rolling stones etc. etc. have tried getting him into interviews, for he raises so many questions and eyebrows-- but he makes sure to turn down and remain in the dark. Or breezing it off on a colleague who is actually born in this generation!!

Appearance; Adam still looks much the same, besides his strawberry blonde hair. Properly cut with a length that suits the time period better, groomed to make him appear professional.

So it has a little bit of length on the sides where there is a wave,

Other times it is a bit longer at the top.

--Sometimes longer, sometimes shorter. His facial hair varies. As for attire, he wears fairly semi-formal business suits. With a few twists. Having picked up styles across the years. Like! suspenders!

BUT will wears ties to impress a potential client, or business exec. who he might have to potentially pitch a partnership or production idea to. BUT just like cravats---

HE STILL HATES THEM

*RIPS OFF TIE MOMENT MEETING LETS OUT*

Otherwise he just likes to feel comfy and wearing suits or sweaters over dress shirts with nice pants and shoes are comfortable. He likes looking sharp, but also playing the part of his company. Being at the top of it-- It is lonely at the top. So he wears suits in the way that he likes.

Hobbies/Likes/Dislikes; *TRIGGER WARNING: HEAVY DRUG & ALCOHOL USE*

Unfortunately, this part about Adam gets a bit dark. Over the years Adam’s curse, and the loss of family, home, friends etc. His country, even! All things have disappeared and withers away, all bit himself. He feels alone, this world is a place he feels more unfit for than ever, and to make things worse, his curse does nothing but progress. His original method [will get to in a moment] is not enough to suppress the lows that he feels in this world. He makes enough to do drugs, and the current typical -- is the shooting up a heroin.

Highly addictive. It takes Adam to another world, to his old life where he feels like a human-- senses heighten. Worries wither-- he is without stress, or worry or knowledge of what or who or where he might be.

But just the feelings of his body in that exact moment. And because he cannot die [or die easily by typical means of a way a human would off themself] he does not mind his addiction. For there are no severe enough negative effects. Of course he gets sick from it-- he might suffer some other negative side effects-- and he becomes subject to paranoia, and happens to inherit other mental illnesses..... Otherwise this is his life. Especially when he feels most alone. He will go into withdrawal if it’s been longer than two days without the drug.

Another is his whiskey. It still provides a comfort, it is good for easing his anxiety, but it is the motions of drinking and tasting it that give Adam satisfaction. Pairing this with the H-- makes Adam feel alive, but also sick.

MORE Likes;

Adam loves to read the newspaper. Because he has been everywhere, he is up on worldly events. So he owns quite a few, and they kinda build up--he does not like throwing them away. Even though his assistants give him shit since he could just learn these things on the internet and bookmark them.

Piano -- Still loves to play. Occasionally he plays his violin, but not has kept up with it as much as his piano playing. There is just something about the comfort of pressing his fingers down on smooth, cool ivory.

Classic 1940s Jazz

Record player/phonograph!!

Dancing and classy Jazz lounges where he can just drink whiskey/scotch on the rocks and enjoy--despite... Himself.

The radio is the best thing! [hug music and podcast listener]

SLIDES ARE THE SHIT

Loves coffee, it overtook his affinity for tea.

MORE Dislikes;

Denim. Wearing it, that is. It looks good on other people, but for him he does not feel attractive or comfortable in it very much. Which he probably is gorgeous in jeans, with his nice butt-- but if he can, he would rather wear the dress pants. Dockers.

Television. [a well- up to date one], kinda gave up on technology when film came out. He will go to movie, but after the radio came out that is where he keeps himself up to date. And Newspaper, why need TV?

Computers-- he owns laptops [credit to his assistants], but does not use them. His phone is a gateway to the internet, but he never uses that option either. Unless he HAS to. Like GPS or anything relating to his stocks, and his company.

PERSONALITY;

Adam always tries to remain fairly upbeat. For himself. For his business. He has to be this way! He owns a lot and is a great influence! Hell!! Forbes attempts to contact him to be listed as a top successful, young exec. which is completely untrue. He is the oldest. He must act like he has little conscientious, little anxiety, high self-esteem, high individuality, competitiveness-- he MUST display himself as being the Dark Triad type--mostly altruistic [ unless you catch his eye], extraverted[which is EXHAUSTING because he is not] and practically MANIC. Adam basically exploits himself--and the curse helps in this.

And --There is a darkness about this TRUE personality, of course. As the curse--the alter the BEAST is a complete psychopath. Adam sometimes feels himself phasing into his Alter personality, making true his ‘business’ type of façade. Slowly day after day, he feels his real self drifting into this ugly person-- he might as well become a Beast AGAIN. Which is not surprising considering all the years he has gone on like this.

Having lived so long, with such loneliness, he has had such a sad life thus far. As an aristocrat prince; things were tough. He was haunted-- jilted... But not like this. For he feels a jilt within himself. Not belonging to the century like he should, and he knows it. He should have passed on like everyone else. And feels this somewhat purgatory--type feeling where there is no up or down.. No direction. Going forward means moving on, but he cannot simply move on. Seeing as he has tried for 200 years. But this part of Adam is usually kept to himself. When one is close enough, there is an obvious sense of Adam having been jaded. For so long-- he feels almost nothing anymore.

No sadness, no pain-- no happiness.. simply nothing. The glass if not half full, not half empty-- the glass is simply not even there! It is like being a shell, with a small essence of him there. So RPING with a modern Adam is probably going to be quite depressing for a person. Even if he is smooth, even if he is suave and has mature tastes-- in him there is a numbness that cannot really be removed. Not unless you have heroin, not unless you can make him feel something-- He might as well pretend to be James Bond, his fake personality does the job right-- though, deep down. Adam just wants to go home to his family. He misses his loved ones. Which makes this character; like I said-- unbelievably heart breaking.

Of course when he IS happy in this time-- he is genuine upbeat, genuinely suave-- and extremely generous with protectiveness of whomever is helping achieve these genuine feelings. Without the heroin.

CURSE;

Going off personality, it would be important to sort-of explain what is going on with Adam and his curse.

IN A NUTSHELL IF YOU HAVE NOT READ MY BACKSTORY [[WHICH I HIGHLY RECOMMEND FOR MAKING SENSE OF ANY OF THIS NEXT LITTLE BIT]]:;;; Having manifested IT AS a young child BEFORE he had become THE OFFICIAL Beast, THERE WAS ALWAYS this other personality, this possessive entity--BECAUSE OF WHAT ADAM WENT THROUGH AS A CHILD HE DEVELOPED THIS OTHER PERSONALITY AS A MEANS TO COPE AND FIND SOLACE AND CONSOLATION. AN IMAGINARY FRIEND BUT IT WAS MORE THEN THAT. IT WAS ANOTHER PERSONALITY A THING-- it HAD grown!! and completely gone out of control. Sipping off the agony and negative energies Adam gave off day after day, it became stronger, however it remain trapped. Unable to really control the prince-- As a beast FOR 10 YEARS it was able to INFLUENCE him, but the presence of Belle within Adam had overridden any of those negative feelings... After the spell from the enchantress broke and Adam’s death between that time and returning to his human form, it ALL activated this other personality MORE SO. Enabling it to become more of a split entity. Jealous of Belle’s control on him. And when he passed away again, but more officially without magic, the SECOND TIME-- he had made a deal with this personality, this demon/fallen angel that had clung to him as a child to return to him his life in return for a portion of himself. His soul-- so he could rescue someone he loves. BUT IT WOULD NOT BE SO PRETTY. And after doing so, lost everything including the very person he sold himself for. Over the years this thing has fed off Adam more and more-- his agony, his suffering-- it keeps him alive and well, it keeps his body from breaking down [aka aging to a point and then he stops]-- his metabolism and muscle content are in primal shape. He can become ill, it is rare-- but he can... He can have flesh wounds. But any mortally damaging situation will always transform [ INTO THE BEAST] the prince and return to him his health and life he was in process of losing. SO after the years of living this way, with this

ALTER/BEAST/DEMON/DARKNESS [Adam has many names for it] it has almost managed to phase into Adam’s original personality-- at times. Adam might lose control--sometimes black out, sometimes awake, and this thing will become a part of him as human, awake and a live and he cannot control it. As it plays him as a Beast-- Adam will chain himself to a wall, in a space he has created for this Alter’s episodes. But at times when he is most negative, most tired-- Adam cannot fight this thing wanting to come to life. It can take over. Does not matter how long. It is still much the same as before, only it has become more sophisticated. It displays the traits of a psychopath, a narcissist, ruled by machiavelliansim--altruistic, less agreeable, neurotic, and conscientious. All the types of Adam’s ‘fake façade’ he plays in front of his coworkers and partner exec.s Except with a little twist. It likes to go out at night, when Adam is most vulnerable-- it likes to take the blood AND THE FLESH of another and drink & EAT, for when this thing does it feels as close to a human as it can be. AND IT KNOWS that if ADAM KNOWS, Adam’s sel loathing will only make it’s power grow.

Sometimes this personality/demon will come into control within Adam for MONTHS at a time. That is what’s most frightening.

Adam will sometimes wake up having blood all over himself. Only finding that none of it is his own. Shaking. Vomiting-- disgusted with himself, with the smell and taste.

This is most damaging to the old prince-- for he leads such a glamorous lifestyle, and yet he has such a jekyll&Hyde living inside him. A beast, unchanging-- always wanting to get out.

This is probably another reason why Adam goes manic, and gets himself involved in heroin. For if he drugs himself hard enough, he might wake up drooling-- and looking like a fool, but he will wake up with just drool. And that is all. Everyone besides himself remains SAFE.

[this will probably be polished and edited-- and added on to later]

Car; Aventador [AKA Lamborghini]

Classic rally in black, scissor doors-- probably the most noticeable thing on the strip. Adam would not try to make a getaway in this-- even though he could, it is too easy to spot. We will just use UBER for chases.

Living;

Adam lives in a condo/penthouse in a 27 floor dark gray building, highly secure. Adam holds the top two floors, a penthouse that has high ceilings and a spiral staircase. With large windows. The style is this sort of 18th century contemporary--

THE WEST ROOM [see what i did there?? West wing]-- no one is allowed to go in here, because it looks like it might be a s copy to Christian Grey-- only instead of a play room, it is a chain, and heroin room, full of scratches and blood stains--All the horrible things.

Furnished to the NINES with antique 18th century furniture.

Almost a tad gaudy-- and his decorator will give him shit too [yes he has a decorator!] Of course this keeps getting more depressing--

having a his and hers his/his her/her any/any?? THE POINT he has a double bathroom to NOT share with anyone. B’(((((( my child suffers

And you get the main idea! Adam holds on to some furniture, some books, some original paintings-- etc.

HEALTH;

Because of Adam’s heroin addiction. Here are some things that go with his behavior.

| | ----| | PHYSICAL THINGS FROM THE H | |---- | |

Shortness of breath, Dry mouth, Constricted (small) pupils

Needle track marks visible on arms

Cycles of hyper alertness followed by suddenly nodding off, Droopy appearance, as if extremities are heavy

Substantial increases in time spent sleeping, Increase in slurred, garbled or incoherent speech

Wearing long pants or long sleeves to hide needle marks, even in very warm weather

Disorientation

Depressed respiration (shallow breathing)

Clouded mental functioning, Decreased pain from either physical conditions or emotional challenges

Chronic pneumonia for Adam he has this is on and off

Seizures

Adam does not share his needles with anyone. He does not get disease or much infections because of his curse. But he has seizures time to time, especially if he has been in withdrawal for too long-- which will probably more than likely cause him to transform into the Beast anyway.

| | ----| | BEHAVIORAL THINGS FROM THE H | |---- | |

Lying or other deceptive behavior

Avoiding eye contact, or distant field of vision,

Withdrawal from friends and family, instead spending time with new friends with no natural tie, Lack of interest in hobbies and favorite activities,

Hostile behaviors toward loved ones, including blaming them for withdrawal or broken commitments

Uncontrollable feelings of itching that result in compulsive scratching or picking at skin (itchy blood)

Regular comments indicating a decline in self esteem or worsening body image

Some of these are well hidden. Adam DOES keep some interest in certain activities, but they are not as grand as they could be if he were not addicted.

MENTAL HEALTH

Adam exhibits swings in his moods at times , mostly effected by the drugs he uses. However, on the outside- he might appear to have subclinical dissociative personality disorder.

He suffers anxiety

PTSD

a lot of coping for depression

SPEECH; [[coming]]

LOVE LIFE; AHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHA!!!!!!

MILITIA; [[coming]]

[[anything else I must add that I may have forgotten for this-- i will place on the page!]]

ALL in all Adam is a giant ass gary stu who hates himself.

The end!

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