In 15,000 B.C., while on a hunt with his clan, being chased by an angry wooly mammoth, and he fell down a deep hole in the ground while running away. He received life-threatening injuries, but unbeknownst to him, he completely healed from them. Finally able to climb back out of the hole, he discovered years had passed in his absence. His clan was no longer around.

No matter how he injured himself, his wounds would always heal. He tested this every day by slicing his finger with a knife. He couldn’t get sick or die. Found that he could remember every single thing that ever happened to him. This proved to be an absolute curse. Everyone he ever loved ended up dying on him; their memories haunted him for thousands of years, including a lot of women. Keep this a secret from others. It could be hazardous if others were to find out the truth about him.

So, he constantly stayed on the move, trying not to stay anywhere longer than a decade. It was a lonely, depressing existence. How many sunrises and sunsets could one experience? Years then turned into decades, decades turned into centuries, and centuries turned into thousands of years. The only thing that he truly ever desired was to be able to die finally.

He married hundreds of different times, either leaving them when they discovered he wasn’t aging or staying to watch his wife, and children get old and die. He was there to take part in the first civilizations. He fought alongside Alexander the Great. He became a king; he was Emperor of the Roman Empire.

He wandered around the world for thousands of years. He constantly had to change his identity. He was there to see the modern world. He was a fighter pilot in World War I and World War II. While in North Africa as a fighter pilot, he was shot down. We wandered in the desert for 40 days, and his true identity was revealed to him. When he encountered God in a burning Bush, he found out that he was actually Adam from the Bible. God restored all his memories.