[nobody] solomon

Appearance

Like image. No glasses. Carries a long metal staff, which he uses as a weapon.

Personality

Unstable. relentless. Has an intense survival instinct:if solomon is cornered or thinks that his life is in danger, he'll do whatever it takes to get out alive. if this means killing you to prevent further attacks, then that's what will happen.
paradoxically, this urge to survive is constantly at odds with an urge to protect human life.

can be ruthless. a few glimpses of his old personality do shine through: solomon is still curious, and likes to understand people's motives and emotions. other Nobodies also hold a particular interest. kindness isn't something he is often given: if you do show compassion without ulterior motives, then you'll earn his loyalty. smokes. offers a cigarette as an expression of goodwill.

will use fear to break an enemy down. in solomon's mind, people in general just can't be trusted: happiness, kindness, and courtesy are often a facade, set up only for selfish reasons. analytical. obsessed with order and efficiency. his primary goal is to find out who he was. all of his flashbacks are bad, with one exception. solomon is constantly looking for the place he sees in his one good memory.

History

From a young age, solomon was drawn to things that burn, forces of nature: white-hot sunlight, lightning, heat, and fire.
once, as a little child, he grabbed a red hot coal. his mother peeled open his hand: his skin was unburned, but when she touched it her hand blistered as if she had grabbed the coal herself.
every once in a few generations, a person gifted with this magic appeared in the mother's bloodline: solomon had the ability to absorb and direct energy from sunlight, heat, fire, and electricity.

time passed. it became clear that solomon's powers were powerful, erratic, and destructive. he couldn't control them, and they only got stronger as he grew older.  his parents were at a loss: they didn't know what to do, and lived in constant fear of their son being taken away or hurting someone. in desperation, they kept him inside at day and let him outside only at night. maybe less exposure to the sun would weaken his powers. he had a few trusted friends, but wasn't allowed to step outside the front gate, much less walk among the crowds in the nearby village.
solomon was quiet, curious, and intense. he didn't smile often, but when he did it was sincere and bright like spring sunshine. despite his introverted nature, solomon enjoyed talking with and understanding people. isolation was painful: the loneliness and apprehension wore down on him. he could only satisfy an avid sense of curiosity through books, and stolen daytime excursions. over the years, he suppressed a growing anger at his situation and loneliness.

one evening, after a clandestine day-walk, solomon unleashed a burst of energy and seriously injured a friend. the accident couldn't be covered up or hidden: solomon was taken away to an asylum-like institution. he was thirteen.

the rooms in the Intstitution were bare and whitewashed. a door in solomon's room opened into a yard outside: high-walled and grassy, with a view of only the sky. solomon's parents visited whenever they could. their son both understood and resented his internment, developing a deep distrust and distaste for unquestionable authority and organizations. his obsession for order and control over circumstances also surfaced inside the Institution walls.

one day, four years after his internment, solomon was lying on the grass with his hands behind his head, when he heard a noise rise like an incoming tide. hoarse shouts, cries, tolling bells, rumbling: it all gathered to a roar. rushing inside, solomon hammered on his door, shouting for the attendant to tell him what was going on. hinges creaked as the door swung inward. solomon caught a quick glimpse of a tall figure dressed in white. then, he felt a sharp pain in his throat, and the room faded to black.


solomon woke in a rough brick room lit by a single blood red light. his skin looked raw under it. he was lying on his back on a kind of cot with a mattress so thin he could feel the round edges of the metal frame beneath.

it didn't take long to figure out where he was, or why. A Nobody, hearing rumors of Solomon's power and the "attack", had captured him for study, hoping to control solomon and understand his powers. for five long, harrowing years solomon lived in the madman's lab. only two experiments are important for you to know about. at the very beginning of his imprisonment, the outside of solomon's skeletal structure was threaded with a rare metal: this provided a channel for certain types of energy he absorbed, and gave the Nobody a massive amount of control over him, given his ability to manipulate metals.
a large screw-like device was implanted in solomon's head: the screw worked like a dial, determining the amount of energy solomon could expend, and gave him the ability to (at long last) control his magic.

for a long time, escape was just something to dream about. it was clear early on: disobedience meant pain, and, more effective even than this was the threat of being given to the Heartless which acted at the scientists' command. solomon knew very little about them, and the lies told about them made death seem preferable to an attack from the shadowy creatures. but that was only at the beginning. time made the scientist too accustomed to his experiments' obedience. one night, solomon killed the scientist with a burst of energy, too deep in despair and rage to care about the Heartless. fighting the Heartless didn't get him far: they were too many.

the next thing solomon knew, he was waking up in a city at night. he had no clue who he was or where he had come from. all he could do was wander from World to World, trying to learn as much as he could. Trying to remember.

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