<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/97b57f60d56d842e3d1df85b70fe905e/tumblr_pq0mv4gBXa1v7qsymo1_540.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adán Carmesí (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805159#msg14805159)<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, ????<br/><strong>?Wearing:</strong>As pictured, golden rings<br/><strong>?Mood:</strong>Isolated<br/><hr/><br/>Despite his well-groomed tendencies, Adán seemed to be somewhat unmoved by the fighting around him.  Though he did not escape a good chunk of sand --- and perhaps a stray bit of wolf dander – thrown into his person, he simply flinched and began languidly wiping himself off.  He’d certainly been stained with worse (or was that much, much better?)<br/><br/>“Adán,” he answered to Fen’s question, the slightest smile upon his lips.  It was difficult to not, really, when someone who had proven to already cause quite the commotion in front of authority seemed surprised by the their own notability… or infamy, as it were.<br/>“Though that name is one far younger than my large time spent with the children of Gaia.  I was known as Xipo Totec, God of the Red Smoking Mirror.  Brother to Tezcatlipoca, Huizilopochtli and Quetzalcoatl.”  The man paused at that, his expression finally finding a note sourer than one brought about naturally by banishment.  His siblings did not always approve of his surrender to progression.<br/><br/>“… I have heard rumors that they even have moving pictures, entertainment, where I’m said to still be represented in some fashion.  It’s something.”    Adán had never seen this ‘Hellraiser’ series, nor even particularly knew what it was about.  Still, he had faith that knowing the character was written to be his latest reincarnation must be something.  Perhaps some still chose to view the picture on holy days thinking of him?  Were there temples and houses of worship that had begun to show it?  He knew it was wishful thinking, yet still.  It was a wishful thinking that comforted, particularly without his armament.<br/><br/>“I… yes, I myself would say that I could not remember the last time I was without my tecpatl against me, but that would be a lie.  The last day I did not have it was the day before it existed.”  At that he cast a  glance downward, as if expecting to see it somewhere manifest across the luxury fabrics on his chest.  It did not.<br/><br/>His attention strayed, moving between each of them and hearing what introductions and thoughts that  they offered.  At the responses he frowned slightly, “Are we to believe that they chose to throw us all out together for individual crimes.  I myself came to the conclusion it was conspiracy whether real, or imagined.”<br/><br/>He paused, glancing between Fen and  Ramzi, once Arbiter.  Those two seemed like quite unlikely bedfellows for a plot.  Korey and Niko seemed much more likely a pairing given their physical entanglements, but the kind of activities they seemed on the verge of weren’t exactly political treason.  Well, by  Adán’s standards anyway.  There were some in Elysium…<br/><br/>That left Hermes, though unless she was being particularly opaque, she didn’t quite seem the type to both orchestrate and fail at a machination so poorly that she could drag five unknowing rubes down – literally<em>down</em>– with her.<br/><br/>“… the idea that I just ended up falsely associated with you all is looking less and less likely though.”  Adán muttered under his breath, shrugging.  It was not intended as insult, only truth.<br/>