＞ There is a principle inherent in his nature.

DECEITFULISM

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• INDICIUM
• CHRONICLES

❝ Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ❞

一 Edgar Allan Poe.

Profile

Appearance

Adam is a young man with black hair and grey eyes. Two of his distinguishing features are his cross-shaped tattoo on his forehead and a pair of orb-shaped earrings. He is usually seen wearing a formal suit, sometimes the cross tattoo hidden behind a bandage wrapped around his forehead.

Adam's voice sample

Personality

❝ I cannot make you understand, I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I even cannot even explain it to myself. ❞

一 Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis.

Adam's personality is one that interests people, which is how he gained notoriety as a gambler. He is charismatic and cherishes conversation, especially with those who have a wit to them and loves seemingly playing the part of the playing card. Like most people's perceptions of the Russian, Adam is generally polite and friendly to most people, unless they decide to be rude for no reason. After that, it's a barrage of back handed compliments and sarcasm.While most people fault Adam for his ego, perceiving him as a sarcastic, who could killing people by the words that came from his mouth, that the ego is a part of his play behind the public's perception of him.

Trivias

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Warnings.
- Vulgar language.
- Triggering content.
- Violences.
- Etc.Plots.
- Mirrored lit/descriptive. Length, style, and so mostly based on partner.
- Godmodding, metagaming, and powerplay are strictly prohibited without my approval.
- Bilingual. EN and IN are the most commonly.Replies.
- I don't usually match your length and I don't mind being treated the same. (but please don't reply para-complexed replies with a single reply, that case won't be okay).Shipping.
- Currently NSA.
- Chemistry intended.
- Force - shipping, prohibited in any means.Private and Selective.
- Will only follow 2D related accounts. Don’t hesitate to mention me for a followback, though.Drama.
- Roleplaying is nothing more than a hobby for me now and I’m not a fan of drama. but I know it’s unavoidable. If you have an issue with me over something I’ve done/said then please come to me so that we can discuss it.Notes.
- I accept critics as long as it doesn't flame me in bad way. Spread peace. I dislike drama to meddle with my muse. Barge my DM anytime.
- I don't spend all my time with roleplay alone. I can't guarantee a fast reply all the time. My replies could come out either super fast or really slow because I pops up here depends on my mood. Don't force me to send replies when I'm not in the mood (reminders are okay, know the difference mate).
- I'm open to any discussion.

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Memòir

/N./ A HISTORICAL ACCOUNT OR BIOGRAPHY WRITTEN FROM PERSONAL KNOWLEDGE OR SPECIAL SOURCES.
I HEREBY STATE THAT I WROTE ALL THE STORYLINES BELOW FOR ROLEPLAYING PURPOSE. PLAGIARISM IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED WITHOUT MY APPROVAL.

• PREVALENT
• HISTOIRE
• RELATION

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❝ You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table. There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done. ❞

一 Kenny Rogers.

The one thing that almost everyone knew about poker, whether they played the game or not, was that most people had tells those subtle, nervous habits that people unconsciously allowed to surface and thus communicated the value of their hand to the rest of the players gathered around the poker table.Through observing tells, a player could judge whether another player was truly winning, was truly losing, or was truly lost; the latter often being the easiest to spot and the easiest to bluff.Tells were as varied as they were many; innumerable, distinctive quirks that made most adult, experienced men appear as twitchy and self-conscious as a naked virgin; clutching their cards to hide their dignity as a virgin would clutch her robe.Over the years and across nearly all state lines Adam had seen quite a few tells: the hair twirler, the teeth sucker, the lip nibbler, the nail biter, the nose wrinkler, the eyebrow twitcher, the eye squinter, the rapid blinker, the ear puller, the neck rubber, the chin ccratcher, and so the list went on.He was sure he knew them all.Throughout his life, Adam had had to become a fast learner at almost everything – from classical music, to combat skills and marksmanship since he rebelled his parents and decided to live by himself.Which meant Adam had to get creative to get the things he needed.Only Adam had had no idea how he would do that until that night he had found a deck of cards in the drawer of a bedside table in his motel room; had shook the cards from their blue and white box and had spread them out on the bed; he had studied them; had shuffled them and had dealt them and had decided he would learn to play poker.But not only would he learn to play, he would learn to win.Because only by winning would he get the money he so desperately needed.After that night and that decision Adam had carried the deck of cards everywhere; would study them the way nerdy would study their books and would shuffle them until handling the slick, crisp cards was second-nature.Then came watching movie scenes that not only featured poker but poker players both of which were found mostly in Westerns.And then there was the discovery of the newly developing world of televised poker tournaments.Adam could still remember sitting up late in his motel rooms across the country; the lights out and the television usually muted because he loved to being alone.But that didn't matter.Because Adam had not needed to hear what was being said; had been studying the poker players' body language instead; had been learning how to spot a player's tells and then decipher what they meant and use that knowledge to bluff and bullshit and win.Because winning at poker was everything.And Adam had always taken it seriously.After handling his deck of cards every day and watching the movies and televised poker tournaments, he had craved real action at a real poker table with real players and real money.Not that Adam won $1,000 every night; but he hardly ever lost when he sat down at the table.Because to Adam, poker wasn't about playing the game; it was about winning.

❝ You've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run. ❞

** 一 Kenny Rogers,** The Gambler.

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❝ I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom. ❞

一 Edgar Allan Poe.

It was evident, if not to anybody but myself, that I was dying.Unwed, no children, and no living siblings that I was aware of. We, Dostovsky, are a large family, to say the least—perhaps the biggest of all pure-blood nobles families. Generations of Dostovsky have spread throughout the noble community, and I'd be thoroughly impressed if you could find a genuine, pure-blood nobles or moneybags who isn't descended from, or related to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Dostovsky, no matter how distantly.Yet who would be to visit me in my final hour? Who would weep by my bedside, clutching my hand as I took my final breath?It was with these bitter thoughts swirling in my mind that I realised, throughout my life, I had achieved absolutely nothing. I had offered nothing to my family and honoured them in no way whatsoever. It did not matter that I was about to die because it was clear to me that I could have died years ago without having any different effect. In fact, even if I had never been born those seventy-seven years ago, my life, and therefore nobody around me's life, would have been altered in the slightest. I was no more than a ghost, a shadow.Who could honestly say their life had been affected by the nobles Dostovsky? Who could honestly say that my life had been a crucial and important event in their own sorry life?It is too late for me now, but I long for rebellion. I was never brave enough to live the life I wanted. If I had been braver, I may have had a wife and children.If I had been braver, I may have had a career that I actually enjoyed.At that time, I was seventeen years old, when I started my rebellion. My disgust for the entire of nobles title filled my head and it made me run away from House of Dostovsky; without a letters, nor a news.I started my rebellion when my father ask me to be his successor, the heir of Dostovsky which always coveted by others ; I mean the empty-brained licker just like a zombies.I didn't like had a burden on my shoulders, I'm a free person and no one can dictate me included my parents.I went far away, leaving home with a pile of money in my backpack. I know I have sinned against the will of my parents, but who cares?Sometimes, my phone rang, it was from many people who were employed by my family to force me to immediately go home and carried the title of Heir. No one accepted my decision, but nobody can control me.

❝ Now I don't know who to trust and I don't know what I can believe.
They say they want to help me but with the stuff they keep on saying.
I think those guys just wanna keep on playing.
Roulette, with my life. ❞

一 Bruce Springsteen, Roulette.

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