Post by ADAM MILLIGAN on May 27, 2011 11:18:41 GMT -5
ADAM MILLIGAN
tell me that you'll never leave, oh, and I'll just try to make believe
yhat everything, everything you're telling me is true. come on won't you just lie to me?
• • HOPE YOU GOT YOUR THINGS TOGETHER,
hope you are quite prepared to die
FULL NAME: Adam John Milligan
NICKNAME: Adam. What else are you going to do with that?
AGE: 18
BIRTHDATE: September 29, 1990
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Straight
OCCUPATION: Student, University of Wisconsin
• • LOOKS LIKE WE'RE IN FOR NASTY WEATHER,
one eye is taken for an eye
FACE CLAIM: Jake Abel
SKIN: Light Olive
HAIR: Sandy Blond/Brown
EYES: Very Blue
HEIGHT: 6' 1"
WEIGHT: 180lb.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: Tall, narrow, still a little awkward as he finishes growing into his man's height, the best things about Adam are all in the potential. Someday his face will fill out around that hard jaw and cheekbones and he'll have the same hard-lined facial structure as his half-brothers. Someday he'll figure out that the half-and-half floppy/spiky haircut from high school has to go and he'll get a cut that actually flatters his face. Someday the last of the softness will come off his chin and his face will fine down to something handsome instead of merely intense.
But for the moment he's a nice-looking kid with a too-intent look in his eyes. Under other circumstances that would be the look of a young man who's lived through too much pain, see too many horrors. In Adam it just comes from a serious nature and years of looking after his Mom. After all, it wasn't like anyone else would do it.
• • DON'T GO AROUND TONIGHT,
well, it's bound to take your life
LIKES:
- Pool
- Photography
- Baseball
- Driving very fast
- Healing people
- Being away for school
- Horror Movies
- Smart girls
DISLIKES:
- Hot, muggy weather
- English classes (who has time for poetry?)
- Coffee House Rock
- Dark greens. They taste like pennies.
- His father's casual attitude toward parenting
- His car (he inherited his mother's late-nineties Civic. Yuck.)
- Movies with a too-perfect ending.
- Disease
STRENGTHS:
- Intelligent. More book smart than horse-sense, though some of that too.
- Stong sense of self
- Emotionally stable
- Good basic physicality; healthy and good at kinesthetic learning
- Stubborn as a pig
WEAKNESSES:
- Ignorant about the supernatural world.
- Impulsive
- Lack of judgment that comes with his youth.
- Spoiled in some odd ways
- Untrained
FEARS:
- Losing his mother.
- That his father doesn't want to be in his life.
- Car crashes.
- Moths. Seriously, they freak him out.
- Being pointless
POWERS & ABILITIES: None, he's straight human.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Ask people about Adam and what you'll get is that he's a 'nice kid.' And he is. His mother raised him to be a good person and whatever ways he rebelled as a teenager he didn't reject that. He's an Eagle Scout, a B average student with a partial scholarship. He comes home one weekend a month to visit his mother and help out around the house, he's polite to girls he takes out on dates, he's just all around a Nice Kid. But there's anger under all the politeness and do-right morality. Anger at his father's willingness to take off and just show up to do parenting stuff three or four times a year. Anger at his mother's acceptance of what Adam perceives as poor treatment. Anger at a world that doesn't see how essentially wrong it is for families to be so casual and scattered. One of these days all that anger will bust out in some way, but for the moment he's fine. Just fine.
• • THERE'S A BAD MOON ON THE RISE,
don't go around tonight
HISTORY: There's just not all that much history to tell. Born in Windom Minnesota to Kate Milligan, a nurse and a single mother who gave him a good life. Childhood in the suburbs, everything he needed but not everything he wanted, just as it should be. What he lacked was a father, in early childhood his Mom always just told him that his father was traveling, but that they were all fine.
His Dad turned up when Adam was about twelve. John would pop in three or four times a year, there'd be baseball games or fishing trips. Dad stuff. John tried to be there for the big eventus in his life, but didn't always make it. When Adam graduated high school his father gave him a fairly hefty check to help pay for U of W, which is the last time Adam saw him.
He's a freshman at University of Wisconsin, aiming for pre-med. He wants to be a doctor, heal people. There aren't any significant girls in his life, Adam himself doesn't recognize it but his mother's story keeps him tentative about casual romantic relationships.
• • WELL, IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE,
there's a bad moon on the rise
ALIAS: Briar
OTHER ACCOUNTS: Rin Cooper, Wil Croft
EXPERIENCE: 15+ years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: Caution 2.0
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The email was full of angry misspellings and used the word 'bro' far, far too many times. Adam could practically hear Pete's voice as he read it, knew that his best friend would be all red-faced, that vein in his left temple going, his hands doing that triple-pattern of opening and closing that he'd been doing when he was pissed off since they were eight years old.
Adam hit the reply button and then sat there staring at a blank gmail for a good twenty-five minutes, trying to figure out what to write and, more, how to write it. Outright calling Petey's girlfriend a liar and a whore wasn't going to make this situation any better. Explaining his side of things would just be calling Janis a liar and a whore, that or setting himself up to look like he was lying to Pete. He could offer to produce witnesses, but he knew Janis by now, and she'd just burst into tears and say that they were all a bunch of liars and 'boys stick together'.
After a half-hour of pained searching for an answer to this situation, Adam finally gave up and tried something he'd done only very, very rarely in his life.
The phone rang through to voice mail, Adam could count on one hand the number of times he'd ever reached his father directly on the phone. Of course, he could probably count on two hands the number of times he'd called at all. Still, he waited out the message and then started talking at the beep.
"Hey Dad, it's me. Adam. Look, I've got a problem. Sort of a--" he laughed, sounding lost, "manly advice sort of problem. You think you could call me back? My number's the same, (608) 555-2634. I'll talk to you soon, I guess." He hung up, running the message back over in his head and having a bad feeling that he'd sounded like an asshole, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Besides, he really did need help figuring out what the hell to do about Janis.
