~Adam Collins~
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~Adam Collins
~General Information~
Name: Adam Collins
Nick-Names: Mute, Giant, Hammer
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: 18
Place Of Origin: Oakland, California
Camp Cabin: Cabin Nine, Hephaestus
Appearance - Eighteen Years Old:
~Relationship Information~
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Partner: None
Godly Parent: Hephaestus
Human Parent: Elizabeth Collins
Siblings: None
Legacy: None
Pet/s: None
Other:Erin Marie Chase(Friend / Angry Lady)
Claire Ari Bellarose(Friend / Anti-Hephaestus)
Syleste Astrea Nioré (Close Friend / Blind Lady)
Arianna Louise Watson(Knows of them / Annoying Lady)
Logan Murdock (Acquaintance / Roman version of a Zeus Kid)
Gideon James Carlyle (Close Friend / Best Customer)
Ky' vie Morgan (Half-Sister and Close Friend / Technically Boss)
Hawley Eames Griffin (Knows of them / Annoying Fool)
Kiran Khanna (Close Friend / Reason he's not bled out)
Jericho Brooks(Knows of them / Moon Moon)
Archer Trey Andrew(Friend / Owl Dude)
Colt Malow Winger (Friend / Roman Flirt)
Tobias Casper Grímsdóttir (Knows of them / Death Tailor)
Aella Lorraine Stedford (Knows of them / Secret Crush)
Calista Celena Eden (Almost Friend / Secret Crush)
Simon Klaus Riddle (Friend / Simon Says Magic)
Carmen Latham (Friend / Treehugger)
Virgil Ponce DeLeon (Friend / Other kid from Oakland)
Roy Montag (Friend-Sometimes / Other Anti-Hephaestus)
~Personal Information~
Personality: Adam has always been quiet. It wasn't that he was shy, or afraid to talk to people. By no means was he anti-social, he just didn't speak much. When he did, he wanted his words to count for something. He wanted people to listen. It took some time, but eventually he realized that there was a lot of things you could tell a person without using words. Actions, gestures, expressions all matters, even if it was just subconscious.
While Adam doesn't have the sharpest, fastest of tongues, he's not afraid to stand up for what's right. In fact he had a reputation for doing just that. Using his silence and size, Adam often comes off as intimidating, causing most people to avoid him. He doesn't mind too much though, he prefers his own thoughts to the rambling of most others.
Skills: Pyrokinesis: Adam can't actually create fire, not yet. Most of his power is focused into generating intense heat. His body's inner temperature rises to incredible heights, to the point where he is hot to the touch. This comes in very handy when working in the shop.
Blacksmith: The skill in forming metal. He is particularly adapt with a hammer, utilizing strong blows to efficiently shape the metal into the imagine in his head. He can work with tiny, standard mechanics, but his specialty are shields.
Fighting: Adam doesn't like fighting, though his body is naturally built for it. He is nearly seven feet tall and has rippling muscles from working the forge. When in battle, he is one of the least skilled. He doesn't know how to block and parry like most fencers. Instead he relies on his size and strength to knockout an opponent in a single blow.
Biography: Adam grew up in South Oakland, California. It was a rough neighborhood, especially for a single mother and newborn child. His father was gone before he was born. It didn't matter to him, his mother and he were very close. She always walked around with a big smile on her face, even after a particularly long night. More than that she never questioned why he was so quiet. No matter how much work she had, she always made sure to make time for him at the end of the day.
Elizabeth worked tirelessly to provide for Adam, a double shift at the nearest cafe, a part time job at the bed and breakfast, and any other job she could hold onto. She would do anything for her dear son that she loved so much, but they never made enough money to live anywhere decent. It was hard on Adam, he saw how much his mother struggled, but couldn't help.
It wasn't long before Adam was approached by a kid from school asking for help selling drugs. He and a few others wanted him for his size and strength, he would make the perfect body guard and he needed the money. It was a tough dilemma for him, but after taking another glance at their life and his mother's tired eyes, he decided to go out with them. Adam never actually handled the drugs, all he had to do was stand with a gun and look intimidating.
For a month, he received a decent pay. He would take the money and hide it in his mother's purse when she wasn't looking. If she knew what he was doing, it would only add worry to her plate. After a failed drop off that resulted in him getting shot in the shoulder, Adam immediately left the small crew from school. He knew if he continued his mother would eventually find out about his illegal pastime activities. They were never happy about his decision, but he would not be persuaded otherwise.
One day Adam found two policemen standing at his door. His mother had been shot and killed in a drive by while she was working. A common event for Oakland, nothing new in a neighborhood like his. Adam only thought on who the shooters could be was his old crew, but there was nothing he could do about it. He tried to tell the police, but they said they wouldn't be investigating such a common event. Grief overwhelmed him. The police took him to her body, as a final goodbye. Seeing her so still and pale filled him with fear. Her permanent smile that he relied on was gone. Now her face was blank. With his mother dead and father gone Social Services tried to take him away, but he bolted from their grip.
He was sixteen when he arrived at Camp Half-Blood. It took nearly six months for him to cross the country. He wasn't even sure where he was traveling too most of the time. Stepping into the camp for the first time was confusing and strange, but he grew to love it. It became his home, even past the summers. It wasn't long after he arrived that his father claimed him. At first it angered him. How could a god not protect a person from one bullet? The mother of his child of all people. It took sometime, but eventually Adam forgave his father, and immersed himself back into the forge.
~Weaponry Information~
Weapon/s: A Hammer
Weapon/s Name: None
Weapon/s Type: Blacksmith's Hammer
Attributes: It's a blacksmith hammer. He found it on the floor of the workshop.
Weapon Appearance
~Other Information~
Other: "Zeus was the prettiest girl at the ball, even Aphrodite was jealous of him.
~Theme Song~
Theme Song:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92XVwY54h5k by Twenty One Pilots
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