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(oooh death)

Name: Adair

Gender: Male

Age: 16 1/2

Description: Adair is tall-bordering-average in height, and though not many have to tilt their heads up to see him, it is still a notable difference. He has a considerably well-muscled build, and though he could not lift, say, a person, he can still count as somewhat strong. He has a diamond-shaped face, taking after his father, and upturned eyes. His eyes are light, light brown, about the same color as caramel that has caught the light. He has a few dark freckles splashed around his nose, cheeks, and around his eyes (he has little self control and cannot remember that sunscreen exists sometimes), which do not really stand out much until one looks close. It depends on the viewer as to whether he is handsome or not. He kind of has long legs compared to his body size, which, again, is not really noticeable until someone points it out. He has somewhat dark skin, being a bit darker than the shade of milk chocolate fudge--again, no self control and sunscreen make him tanned--and has a few scars from several accidents he has had. Most notably are: one small one trailing on his left shoulder, which he earned after nearly hanging himself during rock climbing; another small one on his right knee, which happened after he was trying to swim in the ocean and was nearly knocked out on some rocks; and lastly, an almost-healed ("Almost! Almost!") one on his left hand, where he was scratched by a feral cat deeply after trying to befriend it. In spite of getting this cleaned up, its mark never really left. Moving on, he has short hair, which is ridiculously curly, and does not have bangs (it took SO LONG to grow those out). However, it will sometimes still smack him in the face at the worst of times on some days. His hair is very dark, which many mistake for black, although it is really just a very-very-very-VERY dark brown. He tends not to mess with it, typically just giving it a quick comb and leaving (if he does try to fix it, he insists it won't end well for anyone). His somewhat-loud voice wavers on the border between being tenor and baritone, and, if he really wants to annoy someone, he might make it high-pitched and mocking, a full-blown countertenor, though this tends to hurt his throat. He has a suspicious scent that brings to mind pine needles and mint, with just a touch of frosting and/or pastries. He tends to wear short-sleeved T-shirts whenever possible and even when not possible, and it is easy to catch him wearing one of these patterns: a simple black one, a light mint-green one with a black upward-pointing bow-and-arrow design on the front with the words "Shooting...for the Stars" written in black Cinzel font underneath it. His last most-favorite one is light gray, with a single design of a Saguaro cactus on the front and the words "Cacti + Cact-You = Cactus" in Original Surfer font on it. Most of the words are overtop the cactus, with "Cactus" being below it. He tends to wear jean-shorts or just plain shorts whenever possible, and he never seems to get cold. Seriously. This guy never wears jackets or complains of being freezing, so that's just that. He can almost never be seen in boots, unless he is working in a garden or something, and will never part with the wonderful thing known as "tennis shoes". He tends not to wear jewelry or accessories of any sort, unless it's his a) trusty black "traveling" backpack he carries around, filled with binoculars, some emergency bandages, a few notebooks/a book of the poems of (insert RP/story's version of Robert Frost here), and some other random trinkets, or b) some random cool-looking rock he found on the ground and decided to bring with him. (He just loooooves geology.)

Personality: Adair is, in short, very much not at all like anyone many have met before. He is sometimes an extrovert, sometimes an introvert, and it mostly just depends on his mood (which tends to swing, depending on how he wakes up in the morning). Sometimes, he will just get up and be a peppy little ball of sugar, and other times, be a salt block. He is very smart, and is scarily good with math and science, being able to find out things related to those in a short amount of time. However, he is pretty bad when it comes to grammar studies ("Adair, I can't believe that that "that that" thing is still a thing!" "...I hate you. So much."), and sometimes cannot concentrate on things like that at school. He is pretty easily distracted, though he does not have ADHD or anything similar, it is just...him. If something really, really interests him, however, he can try to focus. About a 50/50 chance of that happening, however. Adair enjoys using sarcasm and being funny, though it is not his main thing, and loves being annoying and making inside jokes. He has so many of those that not even Victory can keep track of them all. He is very caring and loving to those he cares for, and tries to cheer them up in any way possible if they are sad. He can sometimes be very deep, creating things that illustrate his inner frustrations in the simplest way possible to convey a message. This is part of the reason he loves poetry; it is one of his favorite hobbies, and he can sometimes be spotted sitting around writing it. He is also pretty unpredictable, and tends to do things without warning. He utterly hates having to make plans, because he is not the best with sticking to them, and tends to go with the flow. However, he is NOT a very calm person, and should not be the calm presence you lean on in danger. He is the comfortingone ("There's a difference! A big one!") that you lean on. He physically cannot tell a lie, because the guilt will get so strong, he might just fall apart from the inside out. Therefore, Adair is one of the most honest people you will ever meet...that does not mean they are the kindest. He tends to be so honest, it is brutal, and can sometimes hurt people's feelings when he does this. He could try to fix this if he cared about the person, but would probably just make it worse. Adair is truly the air to his brother's earth, being extremely wild when he is allowed to let loose. He calls himself the "life of the party" and, if needed, throws rules out the window just so he can have some fun. He will probably regret that later, but still. However, he does not have ANY patience at ALL, and absolutely loathes having to wait for things. He is not someone who would do well at, say, board games. (He tends to lose at Monopoly. A. Lot.) He is also somewhat careless and tends not to double-check things until whoever is keeping him in check reminds him, and even so, he might silently mock them (playfully or not) in his head. He is a bit boastful, and if he wins something--especially if he worked hard to do so--he is probably going to be very annoying and brag loudly about it, jumping and screeching excitedly. He might also point at someone, playfully or not, and start boasting to them as well. He's a bit annoying and weird like that. He very much dislikes being by himself, and tends to try and get attention at every opportunity when possible. He just has a strange fear of being alone, so he kind of attention-seeking. He's also scarily brutal if someone betrays him, and he has a bit of a warped sense of justice ("eye for an eye! Eye for an eye!"). Seriously, don't EVER let him be a judge. If he hates someone, they will probably know it, because he will be shooting them glares and echoing what they say in a high-pitched, whiny tone at every opportunity. Nevertheless, that is not all. He loves animals, ALL animals, and has no phobias related to them because they are just so nice. Heck, he once told his brother that he had seen a shark up close ("THREE FEET BETWEEN US! THREE!") and was very excited about it while poor Arden panicked. (The shark was at the aquarium.) He really, really likes the wilderness, and it is somewhat rare to catch him inside. He will go on long rants about how "humanity is ruining the forests" and how everyone should band together to "save the snot otter" or something like that. He's also a lowkey lover of geology. As said before, he love-love-LOVES writing poetry, and will do so if he can find the time. He has always wanted to do archery, and though he might poke an eye out, he's gonna TRY. He also tried kayaking once, and reallywants to do so again.

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