"Sounds exciting does it? Well hell, you don't have a clue choomba, and if ya keep that 'tude up, ya won't have a chance. You'll be just another dead weefle, The ones us pros step over on the way out." he stands again, digs out a pack of Nik-sticksTM and offers you one, shrugs and lights his up, the light almost being absorbed by the black photo-carb skinsuit he is wearing."This ain't no friggin game out here bennie, and it ain't no damn romantic flat-vid either, we really do die out here in the edgezone unlike the bridge and tunnel crowd you come from."

His blue eyes scan the alleyway, almost nervously, it brings a chill down your spine as his eyes change to atomic clouds. He takes on a new tone as he says, "While it may be true that this area known as the 'edgezone' is highly dangerous, the majority of the citizens and the 'Zeroes' within it's borders are here for a reason, Giri and Gewalt, duty and violence" His eyes change back to normal, and he checks the clip on his Colt AMT 2000.

He walks down the trash infested alleyway, stopping to briefly kick an old small television, busting the tube, his Ruff-TreadTM combat boots, no worse for the wear.He picks up his duster and puts it back on. "Actually, I'm lyin to ya, come on out and play, we all play fair." He laughs as he looks over his shoulder at you, the brief glimmer of his 'face plug becoming visible. His blond hair waves as he steps out of the alley. "You just gonna sit there like a gonk or what?"

The bright neon and static colored sky tears up your eyes as you step into the city. He opens his arms out "This, is home" He continues to walk down the sidewalk. Almost as if he mentally commands, People move out of the way, they can see a killer by the way he moves, confidant, silent. His strides are even and perfect, almost..... beautiful.

His flawless pale skin, stands in contrast the world around him, His looks, you could swear, are perfect, indeed he doesn't look like he should be out here with the rest of the Yonos, the lowlife. He looks as if he should be sitting in a boardroom handing out orders to underlings. 'Has to be a bodysculpt' you think to yourself as he catches you staring. "I know what you're thinkin and it's true, to some degree, I was created to be the perfect male, the perfect killer..." His voice trails off as you look away. You look back to ask him something....and he's gone.....

Adam's date of incept was premature due to an unforeseen 'problem' in the security of the holding cells at the Re-Ev testbed facility in Arizona. The 'problem' occured in the holding units where Re-Ev held their living test subjects (Prisoners).

On the Night of Adams 'birth', a small unit of said subjects escaped their cells and wandered the facility searching for an escape. Amazingly their progress was not detected till after they 'stumbled' upon the room that held the clone tank units... it was here that they released a single unit, Adam, prior to completion of basic programming. as the Escapees were only children, they were frightened by the scene, and fled rapidly and proceeded to escape the facility proper.

After Fleeing, the prisoners made their way to a local Maelstrom Macrotech office where the subject named 'Shexper Manning' son of Karl Hoffman (who was at one time Maximillian's partner) called his father, whereupon the Re-Ev facility was razed to the ground by Maelstrom shocktroops led By Maximillian and Karl. Thus destroying all the other models, some Re-Ev employees escaped including the project leader.

Adam was left for dead, lost and confused, he decided to follow the Team back. after a few years of working with The Maelstrom Corporation, Adam found out that max was more than just a mentor... he was Adams "father"... in a genetic sense at least.

He continued working for Max even after he found the Nexus called the Keep. It was there he met up with his new team, that of Quiddity, Kohl and Meanstreets. A team he thought worked well... at the time.