#fracturedmemoria

a private & selective ADAMAN from POKEMON LEGENDS ARCEUS, as written and loved by niko ( 30+, he/him, cst ).muns must be 20+ to interact, as this blog will explore NSFW and dark themes.

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  ♦ CHILDHOOD & TEENS  

Born in the Crimson Mirelands to the Clan Head, Seki's birth was met with a mixture of responses due to the loss of his mother during his birth. Some were perplexed by his hair, others amazed, some frightened. His hair matched the depictions of their Lord Sinnoh, but whether it was a blessing or a curse. Especially given his frail and sickly nature in his youth, many weren't certain he'd even survive for the Clan to decide how they felt about the odd boy.His older sister, Yone, was often responsible for tending to him when he was bedridden, and his father, still in mourning for the early loss of his wife, turned his back on him.Rumors spread that he was a curse, surviving only because he stole the remaining time of his mother during birth.Seki grew up hating his hair, wishing it had been anything else. He hated the way people looked at him, feared him, whispered to each other. Only Yone and Tsubaki were there for him, and through hard work and their combined efforts, the mood began to turn in his favor. It wasn't until he risked his life to protect Tsubaki while the three were out on an excursion in search of medicinal leeks that things changed.Yone was forced to cut his hair to save him from the clutches of the Pokemon that had attempted to drag him back to its den to feast, and the children only barely escaped with their lives from the encounter thanks to the interference of the Noble Pokemon, Wyrdeer.After seeing Seki's selfless sacrifice, and the severing of his hair in the act, they considered it a rebirth. A new future. The child who stole his mother's time was no more. Yone and Tsubaki were unsettled by the change, but hopeful. Tides turned quickly in the village during his recovery.Where people shyed away from him and were careful to avoid touching him at all costs, people began to crowd him. Touching his hair, murmuring approval as if he'd passed some unspoken test. He'd wanted acceptance, not to be treated like some animal to be handled and pet.It was overwhelming, overloading. But he grit his teeth and dealt with it. It made his father, who had been all but a ghost until then, look at him and see him as more than just the child who stole his wife's time. It brought pride to everyone and himself to the point that his existence had finally spread to the rival clan.

_{It was just bragging rights, he knew it. There was no other reason to flaunt him in front of the Pearl Clan when the two clans met to settle disputes. Seki hated how his very existence, once hated and fears, was now leveraged during clan disagreements. He hated how there was always some variation of "Where is Pearl Clan's chosen? Perhaps this is proof that our Sinnoh is the correct one after all!" thrown out while Pearl Clan glared at him as if he were something disgusting and vile.}

Sinnoh's chosen was what Seki became known as, and where he'd had no expectations before, he now suddenly had a mountain of it dropped onto his shoulders. Ritual knowledge, food preparation, he had to participate in Clan Head duties. Yone had no hard feelings about not being chosen to be the heir, having already begun her Warden training prior to that, but Seki still felt uncomfortable. It was all so new.Too new. Too quick.But it wasn't bad. He was finally being seen. Respected.Until it was.When he was 14, when he was finally able to lead a ritual and discovered that someone had collected his lost hair from back during his near-death experience. It had been bundled up and placed on Sinnoh's alter, and something about it made him feel sick.Even after everything, all he could think was that "All I am is this damned hair. Curse or blessing, that's all I am."Truthfully, he doesn't remember what happened next.Everything was too noisy, too overstimulating, too overwhelming and years of frustration bubbled out. The next thing he knew, he was clutching a freshly cut bundle of hair, a knife in hand, and the entire clan staring at him in shock.All he could do was throw the locks into the fire and storm off.

  ♦ ADULTHOOD & PLA  

That one act followed him into adulthood.Even when his father, still proclaiming his pride in Seki despite the disappointment that had been in his eyes that night, died and left him the mantle of Clan Head, that night followed him like a ghost. He could never escape the sour looks from his elders, the near blatant disrespect thrown in his face. It was all subtle, backhanded, childish things.Questioning his every choice and action. Making their prayers to Sinnoh louder than anyone else's. Comparing him constantly to his father and sometimes even mentioning that his mother must be proud to see her child acting so mature.All Seki could do was grin and bear it and hope it passed, and do his best to repent for his childish fit. He prayed harder than he needed to, left bountiful offerings, went through every step carefully and respectfully to keep his hair at his shoulders as a show of repentance.He would never let his hair grow beyond that, not out of defiance but out of guilt and shame.When the Survey Corps arrived in Hisui, Seki was - and still is - wary of them. He didn't trust their motives or ways of life or how they handle Pokemon, and their lack of respect for his Clan's cultures and beliefs. There were many tense conversations with the settlers and researchers, both Pearl and Diamond Clan laying out boundaries and trying to give the newcomers some benefit of the doubt, though none of them seemed interested in actually listening to them. Kamado, the leader of the Survey Corps, kept insisting they were hoping to "cooperate" and "get along" with the clans, but everything he and his did ran counter to that.That was the one thing Diamond and Pearl Clan could agree on at least.The only person from the Survey Corps that he was able to trust to any extent, was the newcomer that had washed up on Prelude Beach, and when Akari was banished from the Survey Corps when Volo enacted his plans, Seki and Kai were quick to rush to their aid.Seki, however, was louder about it.He declared that Survey Corp members were unwelcome on their land, unwilling to bow down after Kamado and his group threw their best - a child for that matter - out with nowhere to go. He had been there, rejected and neglected, lost and confused, and he refused to let Akari suffer it.

art by 柳瀬せの

art by 柳瀬せの

  ♦ CHILDHOOD & TEENS  

Ever since he was a kid, Adaman had always felt as if he were missing something. Growing up sick and frail, he often passed his days day dreaming and reading and drawing. His parents were overprotective, to the point of being overbearing, choosing to force studies on him in favor of the adventures he wanted to go on.He wanted to go on his Pokemon journey, and his friends all promised to send him pictures and the like as they ran off on their own adventures. Adaman was left behind, alone, with only his Eevees to keep him company.It was a lonely life, and it was isolating. His parents were so worried about his health, he was even yanked out of school despite the doctors telling them he was fine now. They were even wary of interacting with him in person.Their abscence, though, made it very easy for him to find a way out.When he was 15, he climbed out his window, and took off with only a backpack full of his important documents and medicine, food, and clothes. It was a late start, but he was excited and eager to get out.He swore with that first taste of freedom that he'd never waste another second time listening to others who didn't even try to understand him.

  ♦ ADULTHOOD  

Now, Adaman does odd photography gigs online and moonlights as a cook at small hole in the wall restraurants. He's pretty much given up on being a competitive trainer, instead having trained his Eeveoultions to be service animals of sorts.He hasn't been home since he ran away, and sometimes he'll see MISSING posters of himself around towns in the Sinnoh, Kanto, and Johto areas, but will usually skate under the radar there by dying his hair and moving on as quickly as possible. He really only ever goes into that part of the world when he's on a photography gig or one of his friends calls him and invites him to some event.

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