CARMINE, Adam Royce

[ADAM CARMINE]

...Adam Royce Carmine*
* “I imagine that the goddess of Love has come down from Olympus to visit a mortal. So as not to die of cold in this modern world of ours, she wraps her sublime body in great heavy furs and warms her feet on the prostrate body of her lover. I imagine the favorite of this beautiful despot, who is whipped when his mistress grows tired of kissing him, and whose love only grows more intense the more he is trampled underfoot.” *

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...basics*

name Adam Royce Carmine
nickname Adam
age 21
gender Male
grade N/A He works as a stockbroker. Of sorts.
hometown New York, New York
sexuality Heterosexual, though he’s done a few things with guys.
personification The King of Hearts from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
status Dormant
face claim Arthur Darvill

...appearance*

hair color A muddy sort of color that can’t quite decide if it wants to be light brown with a hint of red, or dirty blonde with a hint of brown.
eye color Blue
build Skiiinnnyyy. In a hipster sort of way. He doesn’t really have abs. Or biceps. Not the toned sort you can define, anyway, though he’s not just a flabby sack of skin, either.
height Five feet, eleven inches
clothing style He knows how to dress himself, and does so quite well. Adam has money. Therefore, Adam does not look homeless. Button downs, suit jackets, full blown suits, sweaters, whatever he’s wearing, it’s easy to bet it’s name brand. Kid has class.
distinctive traits He has a rather big nose. Generally speaking, his face is distinct. But then, so is everyone’s.

...personal*

personality
Adam Royce Carmine is something of a masochist. More than something. A lot of a masochist. Adam literally cannot function without being put down. He thrives on it. It is, after all, the most surefire way to be acknowledged. He finds life without pain of any sort to be dull, in the same sort of way as a plate of food filled entirely with WonderBread. There just isn’t a point. He’s intrigued by the idea of suffering, the way that people avoid it, weep over it, deny its existence. Life would, in Adam’s opinion, be far easier if people simply accepted the fact that they were going to suffer and learned to embrace it, to enjoy it, even. It isn’t something that’s going to go away. Fascinated by the idea of torture, Adam firmly believes that everyone wants to be broken, somewhere in the depths of their psyche. It’s why people have relationships. They wouldn’t leave their houses if they didn’t wish for conflict or, more importantly, crisis.

Adam doesn’t know how to be whole. He could, he supposes, make his own decisions, live his life according to some great stubborn vow of rebellion, but he doesn’t. Maybe he’s lazy. Maybe he legitimately doesn’t know what to do with himself because he’s never been taught. Either way, in almost every aspect of his life, Adam is a follower. It isn’t even a lack of confidence. Adam exudes confidence, in fact, when out in public—he holds his head high, keeps his shoulders back, and can appear quite charming when he wishes to. People don’t necessarily approach him, as God knows he’s no Brad Pitt, but it’d be a lie to say he hasn’t talked and smiled his way into several different beds. Behind closed doors, however, he’s unsure. He couldn’t make a first move if someone paid him a million dollars, unless someone else instructed him exactly how to do what needed to be done with the particular person who needed things doing. When he’s being told what to do, he knows where he stands. It’s definite. If someone has a use for him, he has a use for himself. Plus, he enjoys a good act of submission. Maybe he’s a bit twisted.

More than anything on earth, Adam is intrigued by woman. They are, he believes, Devil’s spawn and therefore ought to be touched and kept and worshipped as all things evil and pagan. Not that he would worship just any woman. He hates them as much as he loves them, and finds the cruelest ones to be the most worthy of love of all. All people are vile at their core, and so all people are drawn to outward displays of cruelty and even more so to those hidden, just barely visible beneath the surface.

Originally, Adam believes, the Garden of Eden belonged to the Devil. It was once Lucifer’s palace, when the world was dark and raw and pure and there was nothing resembling a sun. God snatched the Garden from his child, however, and cast him aside so he would not seek to reclaim it, allowing him to rule Hell because it was too filled with Pure humanity for Him to handle or account for. Adam of the Garden, he says, longed more for the presence of Lilith than he did God’s creation Eve, and merely settled for the woman the Lord had made for him because he was weak, and believed it to be just. There is no such thing as justice, only pleasure and pain and the ecstasy that comes when the two meet.

He isn’t a bad person, really, just twisted. Warped is probably a better word.

Having been neglected as a child, Adam craves affection. It’s not an outward craving, but if one spends enough time around him, they might easily begin to notice how he’ll lean in just a little bit closer to touches or hugs, or will nuzzle right back with someone so long as they initiate the act. Too, though, he doesn’t mind getting slapped away. Disobedience is as much appreciated as obedience, in Adam’s mind. He loses respect for people easily, and especially those who don’t know how to make others step into line. Being an intense follower, he surrounds himself only with intense leaders, a fact that’s changed a bit from when he grew up. Adam doesn’t know how to tell people what to do; in fact, one of his most frequently used words is “sorry.” The apology isn’t always genuine, but it’s the idea of it that matters more.

That being said, he’s rather hypocritical, authenticity being one of the things he values most in others. Liars, see, are interesting, so long as they don’t lie to him. Same with thieves, as long as they don’t steal from him. And hunters and jesters and pranksters and anyone, really, so long as they do him no harm. People are the most interesting when kept a good distance away. They’re, generally speaking, to be used once and forgotten about. Or, rather, to use Adam once and forget about him. He doesn’t mind being forgettable. He quite likes it. It’s another sort of identity, a sort of obligation to watch as many people as he can in order to know which are Real and which are Fake. In an twisted, darker, vaguely Holden Caulfield-esque way, Adam just wants to preserve the purity of the world. Only, instead of catching children from tumbling over the edge of their cliff of innocence, he’d like to give them a good shove over the side. The only way anyone learns anything, after all, is by being pushed.
past
Adam Carmine never knew his father. He died before he was born, his mother used to tell him, and that was it. Then she’d tell him to go away, play outside, do something, get out of her sight. He looked too much like him. Adam learned not to be offended by his mother’s comments early on, as well as to stay away from her whenever she came home from work and sat down on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand, as soon wine lead to vodka and vodka lead to someone he didn’t particularly want to be around. Not that it mattered. Germaine didn’t like her son around much while sober, either.

Adam, being an only child living in a neighborhood of brownstones filled with couples either too old or too young to have kids, spent the vast majority of his childhood when not at school alone. He made friends at school, but they were the temporary sort, and Adam didn’t quite know how one was supposed to play with other children, having never been taught to play with anyone but himself. It wasn’t that his life was particularly difficult—he grew up in a good neighborhood with quite a bit of money stored away in his bank and even more in his paternal grandfather’s pocketbook. Michael provided for the little family of two under the condition that Adam spend his summers with him at his not-so-little Italian farmhouse in Sicily. The money he provided was dirty, leftover from his days as a mobster, but if Germaine knew this, she didn’t care.

Adam, on the other hand, grew up aware of his grandfather’s past. Michael waited until he was sixteen, preferring simply to keep the boy around for three months out of the year so that he grew accustomed to his presence. It wasn’t an act of love, really, though Michael knew Adam received little to no attention at his home during the school year. More, a necessity. The man couldn’t trust anyone but family to handle his money; the job would have gone to his son, Kevin, had he not been so unfortunate as to get himself into a drunken car crash. As it was, Adam was the only man left. He was raised largely in a life of privilege, though it wasn’t something to be particularly jealous of as it was so hollow.

Though never abused, Adam didn’t hear the words “I love you,” growing up, and developed a rather skewed interpretation of what they might mean as he grew older. Now, they mean next to nothing. It isn’t that he doesn’t believe in love or doesn’t wish to experience it (he would, one day, like children of his own if only to carry on the Carmine name his grandfather insists would make him so proud), so much as that he finds the words trite. He won’t respect a person who says the words “I love you,” though he’ll gladly say them himself, when he feels the need.

School was always easy enough for Adam, though he found the classes boring and the people more droll. Too many force-fed opinions, too much naïveté and too many clichéd ideals. He didn’t go to college, instead moving away from his mother’s dim, dull house in order to establish his own place—paid for initially by his grandfather, under the condition that he never speak to his one living parent again. Adam didn’t mind, having realized by then that she was a sick woman, bent too much on consuming sadness where there was none, and downing her imaginary sorrows in liquor and wine. He hasn’t broken his promise since, and doesn’t intend to. Sometimes he wonders about her new life, cut off from the support of her father-in-law, flows from day to day, but nearly always stops himself after a few minutes. He does not miss her. He’s positive she does not miss him, though he’s equally sure she misses his father still.
present
When Adam turned twenty, his grandfather offered him an official job: manage his funds, and the funds of his “friends,” and in return, he’d leave the boy the entirety of his will. Adam, knowing full well he had nothing without his grandfather’s help and was far too lazy and presumptuous and downright judgmental to attend college for the amount of time required to get a degree, said yes. He gets paid a large sum of now to keep his mouth shut about where the money comes from and where it’s going. He doesn’t care. He’s not interested, so long as he gets his big whopping paycheck.

Today, Adam lives in a nice, roomy apartment in Manhattan’s Upper East Side. He works, and he goes on the occasional date, but doesn’t find anyone interesting enough to even attempt to date, let alone have sex with. More often than not, he watches. People are fascinating, you see, when they think you’re not looking. Even more interesting is, of course, when they know you are.
family
Michael Carmine, Grandfather, 70
Kevin Carmine, Father, deceased
Germaine Carmine, Mother, 44
likes
1. Sex. His way.
2. A nice pair of legs. They’re much more attractive than a woman’s breasts or ass put together.
3. Being put down or…dominated, so to speak.
4. The color red. Though not so much on himself as women.
5. Scotch. The expensive kind.
6. Smart people, particularly women.
7. Pleasing others.
8. Having his hair petted, played with, or otherwise touched. It’s just a thing.
9. Pet names.
10. Being told what to do.
11. Strawberries and dark chocolate, especially together.
12. His grandfather. Enough.
dislikes
1. Steak. Or meat in general. He’s a vegetarian, except for fish. So…he’s a fake vegetarian. It’s the blood.
2. Red wine
3. Feet, though he’ll kiss one person’s.
4. When women wear sweatpants, even of the yoga variety
5. Thinking. Honestly. He’d rather not have to make decisions.
6. Being in charge
7. Vanilla
8. The term “love making.”
9. The colors orange and purple
10. Gay sex. He’s decided it’s just not his thing.
11. Mangos
12. His mother
other notes TEXT HERE

...literature*

book title Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
backstory
SO there’s this king. And he has a queen. Of hearts. Like the cards. And basically he’s her bitch. Because he’s sort of pathetic and has a squeaky voice and kind of panics a lot and yeah. And he helps out with Alice’s trial but then this whole thing goes down and like, turns out it was all a dream and so apparently the king was just a dreamy bitch to a dreamy queen.

...roleplayer*

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