Name: Kirk Adams
Nicknames: None, but until his damnation ‘puppy’ or ‘goddamn dog’
Family: The Adams
Age: 84 (chronologically); 24 (technically); 2 1/2 (in dog years)
Gender: Male

Species: Damned
Sexual Preference: Homosexual

Avatar: Angus Mackie
Appearance: As Cursed: Simple mathematics could have mapped the shapes of Kirk’s face, a rugged mix of farm boy and chiseled features. His face was relatively square, accented only by the sharp almost angled points of his high cheekbones. This could be said for his jaw as well, giving him a strong, stubborn chin that rounded into his neck. His nose, even, had an angled slope but ends gently. He had a relatively smooth forehead, creased only by a whisper of a line from scowling over long days of chopping firewood and hoeing dirt in his sorry excuse of a crop field. Kirk’s brow was relatively heavy, his eyes so deep-set it was hard to believe that the hard as nails gray could have pierced so strongly from their depths. Those same eyes harbored a glowering indifference, just as his unsmiling mouth. Only a slight dip of a cupid’s bow was present, hard-angled just like the rest of him, but there all the same. His lower lip was heavier than his upper, but this only pronounced his ever-present look of distaste or distrust. Few had ever seen him open his mouth wide enough to get a good glimpse at his teeth. Most were only sure that he had any because he ground them so strongly when he was angry. They were relatively straight and appeared healthy, though some of his molars became crooked where he took a few punches.

Kirk was endowed with a thick neck and broad shoulders, completing the sinewy look of someone who spends much of their time outside. Some freckles dotted his skin at the inward curve of his cheekbones, present even with his sun-touched complexion. He had dark blonde roots, lightened at the tips by the sun where his skin was darkened. Begrudgingly favorable of short hair, his hair was similar a mound of fluff, the longest strands only at about an inch, cut over his ears and cut close on the back of his head. On the whole, Kirk was a rather large man, standing at 5’11” and weighing in at nearly 180lbs.

As Damned: Unfortunately, Kirk is now not even as half as imposing as he used to be. He’s traded in the hard angles of his face and body for something more cute and friendly fluffy. True to his nature, Kirk was transformed into a primal creature, highly reliant on instinct and continuously fighting for his position as a dominant creature. It was only natural that Kirk was damned as a Rottweiler.

In this form, he still has a massive, extremely powerful body, muscular and athletic with a broad head and thick neck, standing at a mere 26 inches and weighing now only 120 lbs. He obviously thrives on movement, and it allows him to cover lots of ground in a day when doing the White Witch’s bidding. His eyes however, lack the usual doggie loyalty, and are harder and darker than they were as a man. As a dog, Kirk’s coat is short, hard, and thick, making shedding minimal in the prime of summer. He has the typical brown markings on a black coat, his legs partially tan with markings around his face and eyes--giving him the appearance of eyebrows--and a rather large marking across his chest.

As a Rottweiler, he appears relatively like a typical example of his species, except for the fact that his hind dew claws are present, something that is rather rare in present day. However, this does not seem to bring too much rise to suspicion, as few seem to have any eye for that sort of thing.

Personality: Hardhearted by nature after the premature death of his mother, and then his sister, Kirk has coated himself with a fine, invisible coating of indifference, uncaring whose lives he is affecting with his actions. This is true in his determination not to fail, granted a powerful drive to do anything he sets his mind to, and those who get in his way are only asking for trouble. Succeeding is one of his most obsessive acts, wanting to never, ever be the underdog again, despite the fact that he always lived just above the poverty line with occasional visits beneath it in long, hard winters.

Kirk is a very emotional individual, and while he is not easily moved to tears, he is easily moved by even little things, and once he is moved, generally to anger, he follows this explosive intuition of wanting to revel in his fury and destroy something if he can get his hands on it, usually reacting to others as though they are against him, waiting to stab in the back when he's not looking. Pressing him to becoming upset makes him exciting, and almost magnetic, as some are drawn to power and a blunt forcefulness. But it is hard to get to the core of such an intense character like Kirk, he is secretive and withdrawn, wanting to keep things that are meant for him to know to himself. He harbors things within himself until they fester and eat him from the inside, and this only pleads for jealousy and resent to take root there, so it can grow just like the plants should under his will instead of die.


Powers: As an Adams, Kirk formerly possessed all of the abilities he was expected to have except for control over burial and transformation into the earth-like substance in which he controlled. He was not delicate enough to grow plants properly, and often he killed them instead of doing them any good. His powerful temper rendered very strong and uncontrollable tremors, and frequently the foliage would twine and curl within his presence--taunting and wary, ready to attack. Chunks of earth would even jerk up from the ground or compress down further, as though willing or unwilling to display his short fuse.

Hobbies: Hunting, digging, prowling in the night, picking fights with town dogs, and in general being a threat to the public.
Occupation: Farmer a ‘pet’ of the White Witch
Extra: Even as a dog, Kirk has primal, instinctive feelings towards other male dogs, and when the mood strikes him, he will do as he sees fit.

Parents: Parker Adams (father, deceased); Jillian Adams (mother, deceased)
Siblings: Dinah Adams (sister, deceased)
Other Members: None worth mentioning, but presumed dead of his own and his parents’ generation.

History: From the moment he was born in Roswell in the fall of 1923, Kirk was the brooding type, knowing only all the struggles of life in his childhood. A bastard child, his parents were not married until after he was born, but they did love each other, and that seemed to lessen the pain of his father’s heavy lapses into drinking when the crops didn’t grow.

Typically, Parker Adams was expected to have the abilities of the family of the Adams, power over the very things he harvested. But, he never displayed any ability at all, and pushed himself constantly to show the rest of his family that he could survive without them. He was a stubborn man, and despite the pleas from his wife he refused to cave to be the Meridians’ for help, and they instead worked harder in the harsh hours of the sun and suffered in the long, dark nights of winter. Parker Adams would never ask for help.

A tiny ray of sunshine both brightened and darkened their world when Kirk’s sister Dinah was born. She was a beautiful child, and flowers seemed to bloom everywhere she went, plants almost flocking to her presence. Her very exuberance gave some hope to Kirk’s life, and he too gradually began to show some skill with the earth.

The joy was short-lived, as Jillian died after a bout of pneumonia a few years after Dinah’s birth, and Dinah took her mother’s death to heart, and in her inconsolable stance smothered herself to death in an accident of wanting to be close to nature as she would be a family pet. Parker never blamed his daughter, but instead his son, either out of anger that Kirk had not been there to save his sister, or out of anger that it was Kirk that killed her. Either way, Parker believed that sweet, lovely Dinah perished because of the ignorance of her brother.

After repeated excursions of abuse, even Kirk started to believe that he had killed his sister, perhaps even his mother as well. At times he blamed himself, but most of the time he blamed his abilities, that it was not a gift but instead a curse, something that would turn on him too. For years he held in the guilt, bringing it out on anyone who dared to cross him the wrong way, hurting them in hopes of easing his inward turmoil. That anger disrupted his life forever, and Kirk never even finished school. It wasn’t until he was twenty-four that he finally lost any willpower of keeping all of it in. Kirk sought vengeance, and he fell into the ranks of some of those that were turning against the Meridians. He would kill those who had cursed him.. and then everything would be fine. Everything would be fine.

And then Kirk was damned--stripped of his abilities and trapped in a four-legged body and forced to do the Witch’s bidding before he was ever able to shed blood with his own hands. So now, he sulks and prowls, doing as the Witch tells him, as she would rather let him live years upon years as a mongrel instead of letting him die nobly as a man. Even in the present day, Kirk is still a dog, trapped until the White Witch feels that he has repaid his debt enough to be freed.

It looks alright by me! So as soon as Rose (or KT) has a look at it you should be good to go!