Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Adrian is a little under six feet tall. He has a youthful appearance, which usually brings people to believe his younger than he actually is. He has a mess of dark brown hair on his head, and a pair of dark brown eyes to go along with it. Adrian may not appear to be very athletic, but if the situation calls for it he can be quick on his feet, very quick on his feet.
Personality:
Adrian is of a... well, playful disposition. He's the sort of person who will put firecrackers on your toilet seat, in your fridge, in your car, on your bedroom door, and everywhere else in your home as a prank, then stays at your house laughing as you dash around trying to find a place that isn't set to blow the second you open the door. Regardless of his sadistic, and deleterious ways of getting kicks Adrian can be a genuinely kind person to people he cares about, and likes to think he would be willing to risk his life for his closest friends if the time came, though whether he would is a serious topic of speculation.
Adrian is agnostic, believing only in what can be proved. He does sometimes think it would be nice if there was an all knowing all-powerful force that guiding him through life, but he just can't bring himself to believe in god or anything like that, the same goes with the supernatural, he thinks it would be nice to have the bit of excitement that ghosts and demons would bring into the world, but even as a horror enthusiast, he just can't see it happening in reality.
Adrian also has a soft spot in his heart for art, whether it comes in the form of music or painting, and almost enrolled in art school to his parent's horror.
Courses: Ancient History
History: Adrian was born in Los Angeles, California, son of a Journalist and a Nurse, James Wilborn and Anna Meyers. He doesn't remember much of his time here, since he only lived there for the first three years of his life. When he was three his mother was transferred to a hospital on the eastern seaboard, in Maryland. He then spent the next Sixteen years of his life in Queenstown, cruising though high-school with the minimum effort possible. His lack of motivation was often a source of friction between Adrian and his parents. During his high-school years Adrian grew interested in the arts, at one point he wanted to be a comic book artist, at another he tried to put together an alternative rock group with his friends, obviously he wasn't very successful at either ventures.
He graduated high-school, barely scraping As in most of his subjects, an through some mysterious means acquired a 2038 on the SAT. His friends theorize that during his final exams Adrian made contact with aliens, or some sort of astral being that had granted him intelligence for a limited time, since in their eyes there was no way he could manage to get good marks. The truth is, Adrian crammed, he crammed like a demon for his finals, and luckily it payed off. Then came the dilemma of what to apply for, Adrian had wanted to go into art for a while, but his parents were pushing for something that would lead him into a more lucrative career, like economics, or some sort of engineering, but those didn't hold any appeal to Adrian. In the end he decided to go for History, since he had enjoyed learning about the past in his younger years, and had enjoyed the ancient world history course he had taken in high-school (but not American history, no one likes that crap anyway...). Of the universities he had applied to, Miskatonic University up in Massachusetts was the best offer he had received, history department wise, so he decided he would go.