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Oedipus

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AGE: Twenty-Four

DATE OF BIRTH: May Fifth

HOMETOWN: Queens, New York

GENDER: Male

ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:[break] single

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:[break] Pansexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:[break] Biromantic

OCCUPATION:[break] Novelist/Spy

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[b]RWBY, Adam Taurus[/b] as [i]Valen Adams[/i]

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Regarding Valen's disabilities, let it be known he isn't fully blind. The scarring ruined his photo-receptors in a way the he can only see in Red. The entirety of the earth around him is simply Red his eye sight is also more hazy than anything unless the target is extremely close to him his eyesight mimics nearsightedness. Anything past seven or so feet is extremely blurry. This is more than enough for the world to consider him 'blind' or at least legally so.

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When is it that you first started hating the ways of the world? When you first looked at the people around you in disdain? When you first began seeing them not as other humans, but as sheep? When you first lost your eyes did you perhaps lose your kindness as well? This is the story of how you ended up lost in this darkness, but it's funny. You could swear despite the black you've never seen any clearer.

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Clear Beginnings

Your life is a peaceful one growing up in the city that's never known to sleep. It's nothing too fancy nor do you really have any real struggles, truly a personification of the middle class. There's not much noteworthy in the prologue your father was an author specializing in number of children's books all of which were read to you throughout the earliest part of your youth, it wouldn't be a stretch to say you were the inspiration for the majority of those stories. Your mother? A business women working in the heart of New York. While she wasn't home as much as she'd liked to have been the time you spent with her was relished. Perhaps it's because of her absence you were always closer to your father, and his work than you were his other. All in all you were happy, and asking for anything more than what you had would be a sin. [break][break]

Blurred Median

It's so cliché when tragedy strikes. It's as they say 'happiness is never eternal, only the pursuit.' and this is where your chase begins. What was supposed to be robbery morphs into a double homicide, one that changes you forever. You remember the night vividly torrential rain smashing against the concrete. No one heard the lock on the door break in the dead of night. The faulty alarm system fails its lone job silent as intruders make their way deeper into your abode. You're walking around in the dead of the night for what exactly is insignificant, maybe you wanted a snack or perhaps a nightmare shook you out of your slumber, all you know is your scream alters the flow of the robbery when you see them down the hall. Your mother is the first to appear running down the stairs only for a bullet to pass through her skull. A crook startled by you slams your head into the radiator the searing pain is still so vivid. You hear another shot sound before you fall on the floor passing out. [break][break]

It's shocking at first, but even more you're amazed at how quickly you get used to it, blindness. Or is it really that? The first few days are black entirely but slowly as the days drag on vision slowly returns to you, in a way you never expected. Even more than your eyes you begin to 'feel' more; your hearing and sense of smell, are key in guiding you even when this new 'sight' returns. What was once vivid and colorful is now eternally angry for lack of a better word. red blankets everything. your peripherals are almost bare entirely only your burned skin appearing beyond the corners of your eyes. If anything it's akin to permanent tunnel vision. It's frustrating. barely being able to see 10 feet ahead of you, and while the doctors are kind even at the tender age of ten you know there's nothing more they can do.[break][break]

You're skin and sight however are the least of your worries as both your parents have passed away. When you hear the news you're comatose essentially. The only thing you're able to truly feel is deep rage in the pit of your soul. You close yourself entirely until the police visit you in the hospital alongside a lawyer of sorts. You can't entirely understand what they're saying, but the gist is this:[break][break]

1) Your parents are dead.
2) We have a suspect in custody.
3) You've won a lawsuit concerning the faulty alarm system.
4) You'll be staying with relatives until your old enough to receive the will left for you.[break][break]

Days later the police take you down to the station and based on voice, and what little sight they think you have left you point out one of the men who murdered your parents. You can tell by the sound of his voice down to plaque of his rotting teeth this is one of the men who took your family away from you. If you could you'd take his life now, but you still have semblance of faith in the world, in justice.[break][break]

Weeks pass and you find yourself in a courtroom listening to the preceding. You were called as a witness and while your testimony was solid the defense attacks your senses. After all, what could a now blind ten year old tell. It's not that you're lying, simply 'mistaken' 'flawed' even. You sit in shock hatred festering when you hear the jury's speaker give their verdict. "Not Guilty." The solemnity of the judge's gavel marks the end of any kind of faith you have in your countries judicial system. It marks the beginning of your bitterness toward everything your nation stands for. [break][break]

Black Endings

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What's left of your youth passes fairly quickly spent with relatives on the other side of the country in Washington state. A combination of life insurance, the lawsuit, and good will ensures you live out the rest of your childhood in relative comfort despite your disabilities. You're teenage years are spent following in the footsteps of your father working to become a novelist. Where he wrote children's stories you wrote mysteries, excelling particular in Noir. Perhaps it's because the idea of justice is so deeply ingrained in you that leads to the success of these stories.[break][break]

At eighteen you have two novels published at twenty-three you have five. Your most recent book however was more philosophical than anything playing on certain ideas relating back to your trauma and a certain undertone about society the caught the attention of The Revolution if no one else. Within months you've joined up with the cause lest some other child end up like you hatred festering in their tiny heart. You know you're doing the right thing at twenty four as you enter the political world selling the secrets of the corrupt to those you know see the world in the light that you do. You can't help but feel it's ironic, just as in the tale of Oedipus you had to lose your sight in order to truly 'see'. You're of the idea the entire country must be blinded as well, before it can see again even if you have to be the one who blinds it.

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