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Description

I PRESENNTTTTTT. . . . .
SOLOMON.

Can't wait to draw this pup.

Name: Solomon Walters

Age: 18

Gender: Male, although he has feminine features about him.

House: PLATINUM OF THE MIMES

Rank: P. . . Platinum

Personality: Solomon, before his AIS transformation, was a guy you'd love to hate. In all the honest ways. With his charm to persuade any passerby, and the cunning wit of a businessman's son, he certainly took life by storm. Getting in trouble, for him, was another way to get what he wanted. Lustful at heart, and respectable to gain his wants, he was a perfect balance between the sort of guy you wanted to strangle and kiss in the same moment.

Evil wasn't exactly what you'd call him. He was anything but. His heart was headed towards the right, faded direction, but being 'on his own' at such a young age provoked a lot of cruel actions on his part. Was he sorry for them? Being sorry wasn't his motto. Regretting things? Regretting things wasn't his motto. But did he really? Yes.

He excelled in school, the teachers nearly losing their grip at his clever ways to weasel his way out of tough situations. He did his homework, and did it well - Another Walters motto to follow: You're only at your best when you're doing better than everybody else. Some teachers fell to his charm. Others were repulsed by it. But either way, Solomon was crafty and aloof, and the girls were either crazy for him or curious as to just what he was doing. . .

Never one to really hold friends, he made his personal life his companion. His personal life, however, consisted of things no one knew about. He didn't pretend to hold a smile for the world, but he definitely let them know when he was up to something. He liked watching people. Watching them react to different things- watching them cry, to love, to hate, to scream. What provoked those feelings - what induced that emotion? And so he played with them a bit. Some relationships he kept, some he lost. Some things he did, could never be taken back. But he loved being in control.

At least, he liked to think he was in control.

History:
Solomon Walters, son, beneficiary, and soon-to-be-successor of William Walters & Co, was a proud son to none other than the William Walters himself and dainty little Florentine Walters. A brunette, of course, due to his mother's fair hair, but born of a husky build like his father. There was no doubt that on the day he was born, he was showered with praise, adoration, and money.

Lots, and lots, of money.

You see, William Walters & Co was a large (LARGE) company, dedicated to real-estate for the country. Not, per say, to the government, but to the country - it was in this way that all proceeds could go directly to William Walters. He was the king to his own land. As his company grew, and his shrewd business tactics got dirtier and dirtier, his influence spread over the wide majority of his area -- and soon one couldn't tell the difference if he was lord over the city, or if he was just a big, big business man. He always had a say in politics. Politicians came to him to get sponsored for campaigns. Cheating was not an uncommon tactic. Lies to dampen the competition were used. Money was raised. Influenced was strengthened and widened.

At his prime, William Walter's business was also at it's prime. And he intended to keep it that way. He was wealthy, in charge, and in power. The only thing left he needed was a son.

William kept his personal life secret. No one knew much of his wife. She stayed at home and only accompanied him to far away occasions - and William made sure the press didn't grab onto him too strongly to notice her. When they conceived Solomon, however, William made sure that was a huge ordeal. He wanted parades. He wanted parties. He wanted champagne and lots of celebration. And with his power - he got one. Solomon Walters, the obvious candidate for the successor of the William Walters & Co Organization was set: he would be next to rule.

Solomon, as a child, knew of this. He didn't question it. He wasn't rebellious, didn't think to go his own way. He wasn't the sort of child to really go outside of his boundaries. He was a boy who really just kept to himself in his own mischievous ways. He soon grew accustomed to being neglected by his busy father, and loved by his caring mother. But he soon grew to have power over her, like he soon grew to have power over his friends - once he realized his true influence over their families. He wasn't cruel, per say -- but once he realized some people's true meanings behind their friendships, he closed himself off.

Honestly, he was quite interested in his father's business. He was a good leader. Some children were born to rebel, but Solomon - quite frankly - was born to excel. And his father's trade was something that came quick to him. On the rare occasion his father would give him the time of day, he'd sometimes even give eager comments to problems his father was facing. Sometimes he was wrong, and his father would brush him off. But on the occasions he was right, he felt unstoppable. His plans would actually get executed. And they were.

Solomon, around fourteen, realized then what sort of real power he would soon require, at eighteen. And it was at this age he poured himself into knowing every single aspect about his soon-to-be-job until he was a perfected masterpiece of business.

In the meantime? Relationships came and went. He went out with girls, dropped them when they became boring. None of them had any real value. None of them were really worth having. If he had an urge, he called a hooker. Plain as that. If he wanted someone to talk to, he'd write it down in a journal or speak to one of his friends. (If you would call them friends. No one really cared to take interest in Solomon as a person. Just the fact that he had plenty of game consoles at home, Plasmascreen TV's, food, and waitresses to supply anything.)

Solomon was getting ready for the life ahead of him. But that's when it was taken away.

On an unknown night, he was taken in his sleep. Masked men drugged him, flew them over their shoulders, and took them away. The last conscious thought he had as a normal being was that he was surprised they were using the chemical they were using. He could name all of the elements. And how many protons they contained.

He woke up the Platinum of the Mimes. His memory erased. His hair turned a fiery shade of red.

Like his heart. Burning for the deaths of those he knew not of.

He was the Platinum.

And their will was his command.
Accessories: PIMP STICK (which was aquired after AIS transformation), & a GOLD POCKETWATCH (which belonged to his father, which he stole out from his desk drawer)

Other Info:

His hair was turned red after his AIS transformation.

He's bisexual.

He has a throne. And he likes to prod people with his pimp stick. (THIS ACTUAL CANE, YOU GUYS.)

He faintly remembers his mother in the faces of girls who resemble her.

HIS EYES LEAVE BEHIND A GOLDEN GLOW-TRAIL WHEN HE IS IN ACTIVATION MODE

Description

I PRESENNTTTTTT. . . . .
SOLOMON.

Can't wait to draw this pup.

Name: Solomon Walters

Age: 18

Gender: Male, although he has feminine features about him.

House: PLATINUM OF THE MIMES

Rank: P. . . Platinum

Personality: Solomon, before his AIS transformation, was a guy you'd love to hate. In all the honest ways. With his charm to persuade any passerby, and the cunning wit of a businessman's son, he certainly took life by storm. Getting in trouble, for him, was another way to get what he wanted. Lustful at heart, and respectable to gain his wants, he was a perfect balance between the sort of guy you wanted to strangle and kiss in the same moment.

Evil wasn't exactly what you'd call him. He was anything but. His heart was headed towards the right, faded direction, but being 'on his own' at such a young age provoked a lot of cruel actions on his part. Was he sorry for them? Being sorry wasn't his motto. Regretting things? Regretting things wasn't his motto. But did he really? Yes.

He excelled in school, the teachers nearly losing their grip at his clever ways to weasel his way out of tough situations. He did his homework, and did it well - Another Walters motto to follow: You're only at your best when you're doing better than everybody else. Some teachers fell to his charm. Others were repulsed by it. But either way, Solomon was crafty and aloof, and the girls were either crazy for him or curious as to just what he was doing. . .

Never one to really hold friends, he made his personal life his companion. His personal life, however, consisted of things no one knew about. He didn't pretend to hold a smile for the world, but he definitely let them know when he was up to something. He liked watching people. Watching them react to different things- watching them cry, to love, to hate, to scream. What provoked those feelings - what induced that emotion? And so he played with them a bit. Some relationships he kept, some he lost. Some things he did, could never be taken back. But he loved being in control.

At least, he liked to think he was in control.

History:
Solomon Walters, son, beneficiary, and soon-to-be-successor of William Walters & Co, was a proud son to none other than the William Walters himself and dainty little Florentine Walters. A brunette, of course, due to his mother's fair hair, but born of a husky build like his father. There was no doubt that on the day he was born, he was showered with praise, adoration, and money.

Lots, and lots, of money.

You see, William Walters & Co was a large (LARGE) company, dedicated to real-estate for the country. Not, per say, to the government, but to the country - it was in this way that all proceeds could go directly to William Walters. He was the king to his own land. As his company grew, and his shrewd business tactics got dirtier and dirtier, his influence spread over the wide majority of his area -- and soon one couldn't tell the difference if he was lord over the city, or if he was just a big, big business man. He always had a say in politics. Politicians came to him to get sponsored for campaigns. Cheating was not an uncommon tactic. Lies to dampen the competition were used. Money was raised. Influenced was strengthened and widened.

At his prime, William Walter's business was also at it's prime. And he intended to keep it that way. He was wealthy, in charge, and in power. The only thing left he needed was a son.

William kept his personal life secret. No one knew much of his wife. She stayed at home and only accompanied him to far away occasions - and William made sure the press didn't grab onto him too strongly to notice her. When they conceived Solomon, however, William made sure that was a huge ordeal. He wanted parades. He wanted parties. He wanted champagne and lots of celebration. And with his power - he got one. Solomon Walters, the obvious candidate for the successor of the William Walters & Co Organization was set: he would be next to rule.

Solomon, as a child, knew of this. He didn't question it. He wasn't rebellious, didn't think to go his own way. He wasn't the sort of child to really go outside of his boundaries. He was a boy who really just kept to himself in his own mischievous ways. He soon grew accustomed to being neglected by his busy father, and loved by his caring mother. But he soon grew to have power over her, like he soon grew to have power over his friends - once he realized his true influence over their families. He wasn't cruel, per say -- but once he realized some people's true meanings behind their friendships, he closed himself off.

Honestly, he was quite interested in his father's business. He was a good leader. Some children were born to rebel, but Solomon - quite frankly - was born to excel. And his father's trade was something that came quick to him. On the rare occasion his father would give him the time of day, he'd sometimes even give eager comments to problems his father was facing. Sometimes he was wrong, and his father would brush him off. But on the occasions he was right, he felt unstoppable. His plans would actually get executed. And they were.

Solomon, around fourteen, realized then what sort of real power he would soon require, at eighteen. And it was at this age he poured himself into knowing every single aspect about his soon-to-be-job until he was a perfected masterpiece of business.

In the meantime? Relationships came and went. He went out with girls, dropped them when they became boring. None of them had any real value. None of them were really worth having. If he had an urge, he called a hooker. Plain as that. If he wanted someone to talk to, he'd write it down in a journal or speak to one of his friends. (If you would call them friends. No one really cared to take interest in Solomon as a person. Just the fact that he had plenty of game consoles at home, Plasmascreen TV's, food, and waitresses to supply anything.)

Solomon was getting ready for the life ahead of him. But that's when it was taken away.

On an unknown night, he was taken in his sleep. Masked men drugged him, flew them over their shoulders, and took them away. The last conscious thought he had as a normal being was that he was surprised they were using the chemical they were using. He could name all of the elements. And how many protons they contained.

He woke up the Platinum of the Mimes. His memory erased. His hair turned a fiery shade of red.

Like his heart. Burning for the deaths of those he knew not of.

He was the Platinum.

And their will was his command.
Accessories: PIMP STICK (which was aquired after AIS transformation), & a GOLD POCKETWATCH (which belonged to his father, which he stole out from his desk drawer)

Other Info:

His hair was turned red after his AIS transformation.

He's bisexual.

He has a throne. And he likes to prod people with his pimp stick. (THIS ACTUAL CANE, YOU GUYS.)

He faintly remembers his mother in the faces of girls who resemble her.

HIS EYES LEAVE BEHIND A GOLDEN GLOW-TRAIL WHEN HE IS IN ACTIVATION MODE