Adams, Richard

[ricky adams]

bringing things together, holding a dream
Richard • William • Adams
heading into a boundless paradise, I can't even get back what I lost
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Those who say 'Silence is golden' are fools.

it just disappeared
THE BASICS
the paradise you painted
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FULL NAME|| Richard William Adams
NICKNAME(S)|| Ricky
AGE|| Twenty One
GROUP|| State Alchemist
NATIONALITY|| amestrian
OCCUPATION|| The Silent Alchemist
CANON OR ORIGINAL||

ALCHEMIST?|| yes/no
ABILITIES/TECHNIQUES|| Ricky can perform Alchemy without a circle, however he rarely uses his power to fight, he mostly uses it to assist others or himself.

we'll say goodbye, lost heaven
THE APPEARANCE
how we longed for heaven
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HAIR|| Black
EYES|| Green
HEIGHT/WEIGHT|| Ricky is of average height for a boy at 6'4 and he weighs 160 pounds
GENERAL DESCRIPTION|| Ricky is a pretty slight boy, he's tall and slender, with very little muscle to show off. It's clear he isn't much of a fighter. He has a very gentle face and most of the time, it's in a book or focused on the piano. His arms and legs are long, his fingers are long and thin as well. He moves with a hidden grace.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES||
He keeps his hair down to his mid back and in a pony tail. It's long and jet black, if people don't describe him by his hair, it's by the scarf around his neck, which he never removes when in the company of others.

i reached out my hand to grab my dream
THE PERSONALITY
a softly crumbling castle of sand
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LIKES||
•Animals. In all shapes and sizes.
•Chocolate Milk. It's the drink of the gods.
•The piano
•Mild weather.
•Reading
DISLIKES||
•Bullies
•Fighting
•Extreme heat or cold
•Thinking about his sister.
•Violence
GENERAL PERSONALITY|| He stays away from large crowds and lots of people. He doesn't like prying eyes, so public displays of affection are out. He also isn't too big on getting close to a girl, mainly because he has a lot of trouble expressing himself. Ricky does a lot of drawing and reading so he's usually found in his room doing so. Ricky has a talent for playing the piano and is often in his room, outside, or anywhere else playing or composing music.

He's extremely shy since he's mute, so he doesn't have very many friends. He doesn't open up and he's afraid of being beaten up by bigger people, so he tends to avoid people in general.

Girls are a whole other species to Ricky. He doesn't know how to approach them on a romantic level, doesn't know how to handle flirting and doesn't know the first thing about dating. He's rather....ignorant about such things. To the people who are his friends, Ricky is very open and playful.

Ricky has a love for animals, cats in particular and he loves to just pet them and hear them purr. Pets don't judge people. They don't stare and gawk or make fun or a person. They just love the people who love them in return and it's unconditional. To Ricky, animals make better friends than some people.

Ricky is a total mama's boy and damn proud of it too! His mother Melody is his best friend. He still holds her hand as they walk down the street and he loves nothing more than sitting down with her and signing (or writing) a conversation to her. He'll do anything to keep a smile on his mother's face. His father is a great man, but he doesn't have that same relationship with him as he does with his mama.

time goes so fast, heaven is lost
THE HISTORY
the floating stardust we couldn't make one again
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PARENTS|| William Adams Melody Adams
SIBLINGS|| Marguerite (Dead)
OTHER FAMILY|| None
SPOUSE|| None
CHILDREN|| None
HISTORY|| Ricky was born in a hospital to like every other normal child. He blissfully spent his years in his neighborhood going to school, playing with children his age, getting into soccer, playing in the mud, ruining new clothes and generally being a normal child. When he was five, his mother took him to a concert and that's when he fell in love with music. Straight away he begged his parents for piano lessons soon he became addicted to them. He was quite good at it and he never needed to be asked to practice the piano. In fact, sometimes his parents would have to make him stop in order to get him to eat, bathe or sleep.

At the age of five, Ricky fell in love with animals next. It started with a hamster which he named Binky and then it grew into an entire family of hamsters and a few mice. He loved his tiny little pets and when they passed away he was so upset he wouldn't eat. For at least a day. Then his mom made him waffles for dinner and he ate happily. Pet after pet after pet. Some didn't last long, like his pet goldfish Swimmy. She lasted for about a week before she went belly up. Whatever pet Ricky was given, he loved with all his heart.

He was seven when he met his best friend Jack Orson Lantern and yes. He was fully aware it spelled Jack O' Lantern. He didn't care. Jack became his very best pal in the world. The boys were together through thick or thin and though Jack was a pudgy little guy Ricky never once made fun of him for it. They played together often, Jack would listen to Ricky play the piano and then, they'd go fly kites together. Nothing could separate the two boys. As time passed, they only grew closer until they pretty much knew one another inside and out., forward and backward, sideways and front ways.

Then one day, he found a book on Alchemy and his father, a strong man decided to help him stop be such a sissy boy and taught him Alchemy. Ricky loved learning from his father, and basked in every moment of it. (even if he did stay a total sissy). A few months later, his mother became pregnant with a baby and Ricky threw himself into Alchemy, using it he helped his mother around the house while his father was at work. When his sister Maria was born, Ricky cared for her as well, stepping seamlessly into his father's shoes.

Maria and Ricky were as close as two siblings could be. He loved her, and she loved him. Seven years passed and Ricky happily care for the house, his sister and played the piano. But then....a chimera came into the yard. It attacked Maria, Ricky ran to try and save her, but he was too late. Maria had been killed. Without thinking, Ricky drew an alchemy circle, then tried to bring his sister back to life.

It all went wrong.

When he awoke, his throat was on fire! He later found out that the scarring was permanent and worst of all? He would never be able to speak again. He was devastated. Thanks to his child-like wonder, he forever lost his power of speech.

He withdrew into himself and instead sat in his hospital bed, motionless and silent. Listening to other children around him laughing, shouting and playing in the children's ward. He didn't see much point in getting up or even playing, that is until Jack remind him of all he was missing sitting there in that bed. So he got up. At first it was only for the sake of his friend and to play the piano again but soon he began to realize that nothing would change, so why sit there and do nothing?

Ricky moved on from his sister's death, but he was by no means happy. His mother and father were never the same, he was never the same. He tried his hardest to keep them all together, but the tragedy was too much. Ricky left the house at the age of sixteen and took a test to become a State Alchemist. He wanted to regain his lost voice, somehow...some way.....and so, Ricky became known as, the Silent Alchemist

When he turned eighteen he got his cat and while odd, the name Fur Elise was perfect. He loved Fur Elise and played with her often. He also played the piano for her and soon, the two feel into a pattern. Fur Elise would stand on the piano and meow loudly. Getting more and more persistent until the boy dropped what he was doing and went to play something for her. She became his piano buddy. His muse. If Fur Elise didn't like his music, Ricky knew it wasn't right. She helped him compose his music and perfect the songs given to him by his piano teacher.

When the Promised day came, Ricky was still no closer to his goal then when he'd started and when the sky went dark and the pain started, he, his mother, his father and his kitten, stayed close. When they awoke, Ricky was once again grateful for his reward and set off for Xing.

However, Ricky didn't make it, for the extreme heat, proved to be too much for his health, he is now attempting to cross the border, but it isn't going too well.

a bouquet of red flowers
THE ROLEPLAYER
for the end of this performance
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ALIAS|| Sarah
CONTACT INFO|| Pm
HOW DID YOU FIND US|| Caution
ANYTHING ELSE|| Nah.
RP SAMPLE||

Today had been rather rough, mainly because Richard was feeling down. It wasn't like he was not used to being unable to speak, but being surrounded by people, all throwing an impromptu party in the Common Room he became uncomfortable. Things began rushing to him, feelings of being alone. Being different, strange.....disabled. Cursed. Nothing felt good about what he was feeling. So he left, nobody really noticed, they were all to busy celebrating whatever they were having a party for. How he wished he could speak!

The power of speech. Everyone took it for granted. People were talkative, sociable and craved communication. But still, they took it for granted. While most students wished they were taller, or shorter, or thinner, better looking or just more athletic all Ricky wanted was to be speak. It bothered him, day by day and he couldn't express it properly, so he looked for an outlet and that was one thing. Music. He paced the corridor where the Room of Requirement was three times, moving so quickly that his long hair was blown back slightly behind him. Once the door appeared, he grasped the knob and threw it open. He strode in, the only things in the room were a large black grand piano and a bench.

He sat down, taking a deep breath and held his fingers over the keys. Then he pressed the first key, listening to the sound. He started to play, the first few notes sounded as if he were simply playing around and then, it developed into something more. Something with more substance. The piece he played reflected his emotions and it was truly beautiful, pulling the listener into it within moments. However, there was no one to hear him except for himself. That was how he liked it, he was able to play his music without any thoughts of 'Am I any good? Do I annoy people?' running through his mind.

Ricky was truly in his element, allowing the echoes of each note and the sounds of the ones following to ring around his ears. His music was peaceful and yet filled with emotion. Sad but uplifting. He was very skilled, but no one besides his parents and music teacher had heard him playing. He wasn't confidant enough to play for anyone, nor was he brave enough. So there he sat, alone, playing for no one but himself. His only outlet was his piano. The shy, timid boy who allowed people to push him around and walk on him was letting his fingers dance over the keys, playing in such a way that it seemed impossible for one person alone to be producing the song he was playing.

As he sat there, he was unaware he'd left the door ajar. Footsteps echoed behind him but he didn't notice. In his eyes was alone and no one was there to laugh at him. The notes soon blended into something more, pausing to allow the echo of the notes to ring throughout the room. The beginning of it was beautiful, but also filled with an energy that could almost be described as something dark and sad, but it wasn't long before it was changed slightly, becoming a little more hopeful, yet that same sad, dark undertone was there as a constant reminder of Ricky's emotions, carefully locked away in his heart, now open to the music around him. He worked his way back to the start, adding in a few quick notes and then played more, keeping it soft, which became softer and then, it changed all together. Becoming a fast jumble of notes that expressed his confusion and his anger and then it stopped.

[ele3]

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the shape of this country.


Again I'm quite impressed by the character you have here. I think it's very interesting that he lost his voice and how he lost it. I'm also interested to see how you communicate him with others seeing as he can't talk. Good work!