Post by Adam Silver on Apr 4, 2011 14:42:30 GMT -5
Name: Adam Marcus Silver
Face Claim Name: Cam Gigandet
Appearance:
Age: 24
Job/Occupation:Astronaut Male Model / Part Time Bartender.
History: Adam Silver was born in the slums of New York, born to a rich father and poor run down mother. He hated them both by the time he was seven. His father, the rich tycoon director of all people decided it'd be best if he disappeared leaving a drug subsequent mother and a violent adolescence to their own paths without so much as a child care bill. At least thats what his mother wanted him to think. Her drug educed comma attacks came very often and he was subjugated to the violence of the household. On a daily basis almost. So Adam spent just enough time out of the house to build his own street reputation.
By the time he was twelve years old the boy had beaten out kids twice his height, age, and experience. Scars riddled his battered body but that didn't stop him, coming home covered in blood often made his mother's beatings pointless. In fact at this point she'd ignored him, the boy had gotten away with everything. To a point of sick satisfaction he left home barely fourteen years old and began his own street game that ravaged the lower district of New York for two years before he'd heard any word of the past.
A father of his was in town, at the stock market just earlier that day when he'd gotten word. The return home was greeted by an odd feeling. Clean, his mother had cleaned up her ways having been notified of his return months prior. Adam would blame that on the beast later as Marco Silver entered the door, the man of fancy attire quickly immobilized an enraged child blinded so that his years of strength meant nothing. A healthy slap across the face broke his senses.
"If you're not strong, you're nothing..."
His father would say with malice as he nearly left. However there was something more he'd left with them, a ticket. Something that Adam took with quick sensibility. Moving to Santa Barbara was tough, he didn't fit in, nor did he have an exuberant time. The kids there were tough and he grew to be so as well it was just like old times on the street. Soon enough however he was kicked out for sexual harassment.....on a teacher. He'd earned his graduation credits and left, left home and his family as he was now 18 and spent the next few years of his life in New York modeling. For a time he'd fallen astray, fallen in love with a girl known as Asher. In this time he was out of the job and living off of her doctors salary. Leech perhaps was a good word for him but he didn't realize it until she'd gone one day, without a word or concern. He'd heard she was in LA, so he pursued in a vain attempt of chivalry only to not find her and be stuck in the burbs without a hint of cash. Back to his old ways he'd return, part timing as a bartender while he tried to start up his modeling career once again with a few old friends.
Personality: Adam is an asshole, he doesn't care about anyone's opinion, in all honesty he's given up on everything aside his own ambitions and those revolve around fighting, women, and fighting. His own self interests don't belong to any title because by all meanings he views them as a weight that hold him down. He believes that strength is all that matters in this world and he lives by that in tormenting and mocking opposition and putting them down before they even bother to get back up for a second strike. Its all about him.
He does however have a few redeeming qualities; while trying to be the badass he'd been known for as a child sometimes he tries too hard making a rather big fool of himself. This can often be misinterpreted as charm as he has no filter for some of the things he says and does mostly coming off as a pervert however unintentional this is he never is one to back down from his aggressions.
People will either hate him or love him, its a simple providence.
Face Claim Name: Cam Gigandet
Appearance:
Age: 24
Job/Occupation:
History: Adam Silver was born in the slums of New York, born to a rich father and poor run down mother. He hated them both by the time he was seven. His father, the rich tycoon director of all people decided it'd be best if he disappeared leaving a drug subsequent mother and a violent adolescence to their own paths without so much as a child care bill. At least thats what his mother wanted him to think. Her drug educed comma attacks came very often and he was subjugated to the violence of the household. On a daily basis almost. So Adam spent just enough time out of the house to build his own street reputation.
By the time he was twelve years old the boy had beaten out kids twice his height, age, and experience. Scars riddled his battered body but that didn't stop him, coming home covered in blood often made his mother's beatings pointless. In fact at this point she'd ignored him, the boy had gotten away with everything. To a point of sick satisfaction he left home barely fourteen years old and began his own street game that ravaged the lower district of New York for two years before he'd heard any word of the past.
A father of his was in town, at the stock market just earlier that day when he'd gotten word. The return home was greeted by an odd feeling. Clean, his mother had cleaned up her ways having been notified of his return months prior. Adam would blame that on the beast later as Marco Silver entered the door, the man of fancy attire quickly immobilized an enraged child blinded so that his years of strength meant nothing. A healthy slap across the face broke his senses.
"If you're not strong, you're nothing..."
His father would say with malice as he nearly left. However there was something more he'd left with them, a ticket. Something that Adam took with quick sensibility. Moving to Santa Barbara was tough, he didn't fit in, nor did he have an exuberant time. The kids there were tough and he grew to be so as well it was just like old times on the street. Soon enough however he was kicked out for sexual harassment.....on a teacher. He'd earned his graduation credits and left, left home and his family as he was now 18 and spent the next few years of his life in New York modeling. For a time he'd fallen astray, fallen in love with a girl known as Asher. In this time he was out of the job and living off of her doctors salary. Leech perhaps was a good word for him but he didn't realize it until she'd gone one day, without a word or concern. He'd heard she was in LA, so he pursued in a vain attempt of chivalry only to not find her and be stuck in the burbs without a hint of cash. Back to his old ways he'd return, part timing as a bartender while he tried to start up his modeling career once again with a few old friends.
Personality: Adam is an asshole, he doesn't care about anyone's opinion, in all honesty he's given up on everything aside his own ambitions and those revolve around fighting, women, and fighting. His own self interests don't belong to any title because by all meanings he views them as a weight that hold him down. He believes that strength is all that matters in this world and he lives by that in tormenting and mocking opposition and putting them down before they even bother to get back up for a second strike. Its all about him.
He does however have a few redeeming qualities; while trying to be the badass he'd been known for as a child sometimes he tries too hard making a rather big fool of himself. This can often be misinterpreted as charm as he has no filter for some of the things he says and does mostly coming off as a pervert however unintentional this is he never is one to back down from his aggressions.
People will either hate him or love him, its a simple providence.
