I'm a silhouette, asking every now and then...
Is it over yet? Will I ever feel again?
Name:Adam Alexander Young, also known as 'Archimedes'.
Gender:Male
Age:29
Nationality:50% Native American, 24% German, 25% British, 1% Albanian
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Moral Compass:Evil, antagonist...
Profession:College professor of medicine
Powers/Abilities:Adam, as in 'Archimedes', can fly up, but not into space, teleport to anywhere he can remember, run at near-inhuman speeds, and can control the minds of all kinds of birds.
Appearance:xAlter-Ego CostumeMaskSuit (with the tan feathers white, no feather gloves, and with no owl mask)GlovesPersonality:Adam is a 'kind' man, and can snap out at times. But, as Archimedes... he is a completely different man. A stealthy, rougish man of pure madness and mayhem.
History:"Please, no..."
Adam was studying at the university, to become a college professor for medicine. He was just sitting there, and the bell rung, marking the end of class. As he got up, the professor told him to stay. "What for?" Adam asked. The university professor chuckled a little bit, as the other desks were pushed aside. "But... but Professor, it's the end of class-" Adam said, being cut off. "Call me... the Medic." the professor said, pressing a button.
A full-blown laboratory rose from the floor, complete with a bed, with clamps to hold a subject in place. Shadowy figures picked up Adam by the head, legs, and feet. He was swiftly transferred to the table, and clamped down in place. "Why..." Adam muttered, but was quickly shushed. The Medic grabbed a syringe, with "Bird" scribbled on it. He chuckled evily a little, as the lights were turned completely off.
The last words that the innocent Adam were "Please, no...", before the contents of the syringe were emptied into him.
Song:Silhouette - Owl CityOther:Faceclaim: Adam Young, otherwise known as Owl City
History is written by me, but The Medic is not my character.
He is property of
Valve Software.
I'm a silhouette, chasing rainbows on my own...
But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone...
...so I'll watch the summer stars to lead me home.