<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7b/2a/07/7b2a0723c7ba76185e522ce51fccb7d2.jpg)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Adan Hathsin</strong></span></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bio</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;">Name: Adan Hathsin<br/>Played by: impishcharm<br/>Age: 26<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Height': 6'0"<br/>Build: Broad with lean muscle<br/>Eyes: Soft brown<br/>Hair: Auburn<br/>Skin: A light tan<br/>Sexuality: Bisexual<br/><br/>Family:  Anexa Bertwin, Witch of Cromley (mother, exiled), Morren Hathsin (maternal aunt), Sceon Hathsin (uncle)<br/><br/>Personality: Despite his history, Adan has carved out a place for himself by becoming the optimistic, hopeful soul that he is.  Part of his self-worth is determined by what 'good' he brings into the world to combat its many evils, and will often lend aid to those in need. He presents as a sober, sometimes brooding man who is prone to losing himself in his thoughts.  Sometimes it takes a gentle - or not so gentle - push to bring him back to the present.  He is thoughtful, considerate, and kind, though his patience does have its limits; as he gets older he gets better at choosing his battles or, rather, fighting the <em>right</em> ones.<br/><br/>History: Abandoned by his mother so she could flee into exile, he was raised by his father's family with the expectation that he would fill his mother's shoes when he was old enough.  The magic was inside him, after all.  They would never condone such things, no, but surely the witch's influence was too compelling to do anything other than corrupt his soul.  The people would smile at him, and no sooner would he turn his back that the whispers started anew.  He was confused by it at first, and as he grew he realized that he wasn't as valued as others.  That they feared him.  It was the reason why he started seeking out his mother in any way he could.  If he was never going to be anything but wicked, why bother fighting it?  And there was always the question of <em>why</em> that burned inside him, and only one who could give a satisfactory answer.<br/><br/>He became reckless for a period as he decided on whose side he stood - the family who didn't trust him or the mother who left - and he went digging.  Most of his mother's things had been destroyed, but he managed to find a few buried treasures.  A grimoire among them.  Inside he found a summoning spell that changed his life forever.  In those soiled pages he found Corbin, and while the demon was not what he'd expected, he would argue that he got so much more than he bargained for.  He also found a way to concentrate his own power into spells so it would be more beneficial, and began to practice in secret.<br/><br/>For him, the magic would be used for good.  For so long, he'd been reminded of his parentage that he almost believed himself to be evil.  But he wasn't.  He decided to walk his own path, and make his own decisions.  Not fulfill a destiny that others forced on him by their own ignorance.  Adan and Corbin, now his companion, left his family behind in the pursuit of a new life, with perhaps an underlying motivation to discover the truth.</div></div></div></div></div><em>Knowledge.</em><br/><br/>Pursuing it was often a vital, dangerous part of a man’s journey.  Blood was spilled because of it.  Lives were lost to the cause.  Souls became currency for something greater.  For some, there was precious little they weren’t willing to do to have those greedy questions answered to benefit them; for others, like Adan, it was a matter of applying that knowledge to achieve something greater.  To protect those who were in need from the great evils of the world.  It was, he felt, his responsibility.  His calling.<br/><br/>The cloudy day had yielded to a stormy night, causing the man and his companion to halt their travels and seek shelter at the local inn, aptly named the Weeping Willow as small cracks in the wall began to leak from the torrent outside.  A table was claimed in the back corner an hour ago for privacy, Adan instinctively sitting with his back to the wall in order to prepare in case he was forced to defend his space.  He caught a few subtle pulses of energy from different directions, which were an indication that this place sheltered more than just humans, his companion being one of them.  All of the others were carefully disguised in an attempt to draw attention away from themselves, lest the townspeople approach with raised torches and pitchforks.  Some, perhaps, were more prudent than others.<br/><br/>He could feel the occasional glance toward the table, and when he’d decided that those stares had properly burned holes into his flesh, he looked up to find gazes quickly being turned away.  Cowards.  One could never be too careful in a foreign region, so he made sure to keep his staff close by.  It was leaned against the wall, easily within arm’s length, as well as the short sword leaning against his thigh.<br/><br/>Aside from being aware of his surroundings by use of his peripheral and intrinsic abilities, his focus was narrowed to the tools he had before him.  There was a map spread out on the table, with a small candelabra on one end and an untouched mug of ale on the other to keep the parchment splayed for his perusal.  He had a journal out as well, and was scribbling notes inside while occasionally looking at a particular spot on the map.  So far, he was pleased with their progress.  It would be another two nights before they reached the city of Bayside - their first<em>real</em>destination.  He hoped to pick up some clues that would lead him to what he sought.  Anything would be more helpful than what he already had, which was a map, a dusty grimoire, and a demon.<br/><br/>A plate was next to him, also untouched; the smell of food causing his belly to growl loudly in protest.  It’d been gnawing at his insides for some time, and that final cramp prompted him to reach for a chunk of bread and nibble along its edge, his quill never rising from the paper until he finished his thought.<br/><br/>He set his utensils down and stretched, turning his head left and right until he felt a satisfying pop in his neck, then took another bite of bread.  As he supped, he made a casual sweep around the room, noticing a few more curious glances.  Something about it made him uneasy… curiosity either led to pursuit of knowledge or speculation.  Since they were hardly surrounded by scholars, he could only assume they’d fallen into a more superstitious crowd.  Their stay would have to be short-lived.<br/><br/>“Get enough to eat?”  He glanced at his companion as he began to carve into his portion of meat, ignoring those prying eyes for the moment.