- Details about Adrian:
-He is T2 at this point
-He does not have access to any of his T3 and up techniques
-His range will be reduced
-He does not yet possess a T6 Longinus; it's a regular spear at this point that is T3.
-He is not a marine.
-He is not an asshole.
-His name is Adam Gaeaf (GAI-FF)
ALSO, IF YOU WANT TO JOIN IT'LL BE ABOUT FORMING A CONNECTION WITH ADRIAN.
Happiness, smiles, charm, friendship, loyalty. All of it is rotten, all of it is just some lie people tell each other to maintain their empty bonds. Where do I stand in all of this? Am I merely a puppet destined to succumb to the same things? I'm 18, yet I don't feel any older...I've been losing what I love, what I thought I loved, and what I found to keep me most stable. I've never considered an independent outlook, and thus I have never realized the truth of the matter. I still don't, so why am I enlisting to become a marine? I hate the chains they put on us, I hate what they do to our society...the corruption. I'll just end up like them, simply a puppet of destruction. With the responsibility of maintaining the power of the devil, I cannot fall into the hands of those who would manipulate the public like they do day in and day out. It's useless to argue, already my soon-to-be mentor knows of my powers, I'm trapped. I'll be a criminal if I don't join, and she'll suffer the worst of it.
I can't let her shatter like the glass butterfly she is, I promised her parents before taking her under my wing. Hell, she's already 11. Yet I control her so, protect her, cultivate her mind and push her to grow into something more. The rebellious nature is seemingly a result of my teachings, and she is well enough fit to take down any thug that skips about the street. The risk I run is failing her parents, and her; death. This is it, my life. I'm giving in...I'm doing what I can to uphold my promise to protect my only friend. Adrian, pondering his life away while remaining in a line of marine recruits, peered on over and noticed there were only five people remaining in front of his placement. Twiddling his thumbs, he shot his eyes left and right, nervous about the idea of signing his life to those he finds to be the true devils of the world. Looking on over, he had the choice of giving his spot to stop a few thugs from extorting a shopkeeper, but he knew that it would take all day to keep entering and exiting; this was the fifth time. Rolling his eyes, he did a little skate forward with ice, sliding to and fro before approaching the group of thugs and catching their attention. "Oi, punk. Whaddya want!?" Smirking, Adrian dashed forward and launched himself upward, being only half the man's height. A flying knee slammed into the chin of the thug, sending him onto the balcony of the second floor, knocking him out. The other two backed off, but a few marines came to restrain the man. "Sir, you have to calm down or we will arrest you." "Well, I apologize for the ruckus, sir. I hope your shop does well."
Walking away, the blonde-haired boy tried re-entering the line, but was forced to the back yet again. After some time, it was his chance to register...but he failed due to his "criminal" record, which infuriated him and sent him into an anxiety attack once he returned home later on. When the girl asked what was wrong, he shooed her away and returned to his room. Crouching down at the floor, he considered the memories of his mother, someone who had given him quite the peculiar package on her death bed. Removing from his closet a bin, he opened it to revealed a kusarigama, a glaive, several shuriken, and the disguise of his mother's family. It felt icy cold, which baffled him as he thought his power was completely from his fruit, including its wind capabilities. Slipping the mask one, he looked into a mirror with his icy blue eyes, and noticed a journal once he returned to the bin. Reading the title, it read - My Lovely Ice Prince. Peering into the pages, they thoroughly described the makings of a cryomancer and the innate ability possessed by those who refrain from the corruption of devil fruits, but his ability gave him so much more. The fruit was an ancient gem of the Cryomancers, who remain within Shimotsuki Village, Drum Island, Ohara, and Water Seven. An island by the name of Nazgul was detailed within the journal, but much of the details were smeared or completely damage beyond comprehension.
Adrian put the journal away and crawled backwards in fear and anxiety, realizing the truth of his mother's side while he remained damaged by the lie of his father claiming to be a Yonko for several decades. Taking the clothes, he completely masked his body and left through his window, searching for the Rear Admiral who remained within Yotsuba while he assisted with recruiting. Entering a surprisingly vacant bar, two marines decided to point their guns at him while a robed man told them to bugger off. "You couldn't kill him even if you had a chain gun loaded with kairoseki bullets." chuckling, any marines in the room gave the two privacy. Sitting at the bar next to the man, he quickly took a swig of whiskey before looking over and sliding over a file. "You fill in the details. Picture, name, whatever. Adam, you need to become a new person. You can't let people know the real you, that little girl's life in your own hands." Adrian read over the file, a solemn despair engulfing him. "R-A-Laka...I don't know what to say. It kills me to do this but-" "Aye...I know the feeling. I'll have a boy-o someday, and I'll need you take him under my wing...I'm racing to continue the Laka name." struck by hurt, the future marine took the file and began to walk out of the dimly lit bar. "Adam, be careful. This is a game of death and corruption." Stopping, Adrian held back his tears and without looking back, simply answered, "I know."
Returning home, he removed his disguised and filled out the file. This would be the last day he has to say good bye to everyone. He was to leave the next day in the night. Entering the square with the girl, he spent some time getting ice cream and playing with her at the park...as if she was his child. But at the same time, there was a bond that transcends that of family, simply something he only felt emotionally due to her maturity always granting him solace in the times of dark. It's been years since I saw you last mother...and I've met a few people, but she's the only real plug in the hole. He smiled, but as he pushed the girl on the swing, tears slid down his face. I hope I don't fail you, my cherry blossom.