Thread: Lost City of Kroy
Name: David Bleddyn
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 165
Appearance: Fair skin with disheveled dark brown hair and blue eyes framed by black rimmed glasses. He's usually seen sporting jeans and button down oxford shirts; grungy.
Personality: He's considered smart with an IQ of over 160, and he doesn't mind showing it though he diverts from attention as best as possible. He's never good at explaining things (mathematical equations mostly), especially in a wide range of detail, knowing full well half of the people won't even understand his course of dialect. That is basically how he acts--misunderstood. He shies away from the crowds, but will get up in front of class and embark on a debate with his professor frequently putting them all in a stupor. He strongly believes half of the knowledge in the world is wrong and the other half is just plain lucky to get by. Genuinely humble and tends to get embarrassed easily by praise.
Background: Grew up poor and ignored by his abusive father and depressed mother who drowned herself in drugs. David's intelligence wasn't even considered until his late grade school years when he worked out a mathematical equation from a college professor that sent the teachers eager to learn more of his knowledge. By then, however, his yearning for school had desisted on account of his home life and he eventually became a high school drop out after physically harassing his father, sending the man scampering.
It wasn't until his mother died from overdose and his late twenties that David became even slightly interested in putting his intellect to good use by entering college. It was then he met (insert name later), and they were married, having a child a year later. His life was finally piecing itself together with a wife he found he was madly in love with, a child who made his days all the more brighter, and a multitude of recruiters (mostly scientists) who found him to be nothing short of a genius.
After the tragic death of his young child, David became more reserved than ever, pushing his relationship with (insert name later) aside, and continuing to trudge through universities as a small means of survival. He had lost the will to press on, relishing in his anguish and guilt.
Name: David Bleddyn
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 165
Appearance: Fair skin with disheveled dark brown hair and blue eyes framed by black rimmed glasses. He's usually seen sporting jeans and button down oxford shirts; grungy.
Personality: He's considered smart with an IQ of over 160, and he doesn't mind showing it though he diverts from attention as best as possible. He's never good at explaining things (mathematical equations mostly), especially in a wide range of detail, knowing full well half of the people won't even understand his course of dialect. That is basically how he acts--misunderstood. He shies away from the crowds, but will get up in front of class and embark on a debate with his professor frequently putting them all in a stupor. He strongly believes half of the knowledge in the world is wrong and the other half is just plain lucky to get by. Genuinely humble and tends to get embarrassed easily by praise.
Background: Grew up poor and ignored by his abusive father and depressed mother who drowned herself in drugs. David's intelligence wasn't even considered until his late grade school years when he worked out a mathematical equation from a college professor that sent the teachers eager to learn more of his knowledge. By then, however, his yearning for school had desisted on account of his home life and he eventually became a high school drop out after physically harassing his father, sending the man scampering.
It wasn't until his mother died from overdose and his late twenties that David became even slightly interested in putting his intellect to good use by entering college. It was then he met (insert name later), and they were married, having a child a year later. His life was finally piecing itself together with a wife he found he was madly in love with, a child who made his days all the more brighter, and a multitude of recruiters (mostly scientists) who found him to be nothing short of a genius.
After the tragic death of his young child, David became more reserved than ever, pushing his relationship with (insert name later) aside, and continuing to trudge through universities as a small means of survival. He had lost the will to press on, relishing in his anguish and guilt.
