Full Name: Adam Harvey McKinley
Nicknames: Just Adam, please.
Age: 17
Godly Parent: Apollo
Birthdate: May 28, 1996
Home Town: Bar Harbor, Maine
Sexuality: Gay
Likes:
- Music: Duh. Before Adam came to Mount Olympus he wanted to be a movie score composer. He loves pretty much any genre but is currently big into Scandinavian Pop. He also can play a few instruments and has fun doing so.
- The Ocean: At home he can walk the cove find a nice rock and watch the waves crash over tidal pools for hours.
- The Forest: Adam spent his whole life getting lost in Acadia National Park, the solace and peace of nature is always a comfort.
- Being Outdoors.
- Aimless wandering/sitting and staring/people watching/lazing about.
- Getting White Girl Wasted.
- Dancing: Only when alone or white girl wasted.
- Bets,Dares,and Wagers.
- Boys that are close to the same size as him: Adam feels that if someone is too tall he'd be treated like “the girl” in the relationship.
- The kind of friends that you can be doing absolutely nothing with but still have a great time.
- Knick-Knacks or Cool things he finds on the ground.
- Terrible Movies.
- Hyacinths and Cypresses.
Dislikes:
- Effort.
- Feeling emasculated or inferior.
- Boring People.
- Pushy People.
- Cloudy/Grey days: Living in Maine was really kind of painful.
- Long Winters: Again, Maine sucks.
- Training.
- Losing: This mainly applies to games of chance or his innate abilities as he wouldn't ever try too hard to win something.
Fears: Mild Claustrophobia| Drowning | Ending up alone | Ineptitude and Failure |
Personality: One could say Adam is a lazy bum, that he is lethargic, apathetic, self-centered, and kind of rude. To which he would reply that those are all describing the same thing and that “one” is trying too hard. Lazy sums him up just fine. He prefers to exert as little effort as possible and let things take their own course. It's easiest to just relax, observe and react accordingly after something has happened rather than to try to manipulate something or control it.
His lackadaisical attitude is often perceived as apathy but that's far from true. Adam cares about plenty of things, but prefers not too worry or think too much about “big-ticket issue”. He is plenty excitable and can work hard at something that he loves. He has dreams and aspirations, but he doesn't really see how math or combat training will help him reach his dreams of composing movie scores. He always has a melody floating around in his head and will hum it over and over while laying in a field. Aside from composition his excitement is mostly awarded to the trivial parts of life, like finding an old picture in a book, toads, burritos in the cafeteria, babbling brooks, trinkets, post-cards, puns or cotton candy which he may or may not squeal in the presence of.
As an only child who was left to his own devices all of his life Adam is a little selfish, he doesn't always relate well and usually puts his own interests first. He's used to being alone but gladly welcomes company if they'll have him. This works really well at Mount Olympus because he has learned that if you sit in a public place long enough someone will always join you and even if they don't, watching others go about their business is always an afternoon well spent. Friend can have strong connotations but Adam doesn't mind calling anyone friend who would be willing to say the same for him.
Sometimes Adam worries that he'll never accomplish anything in life, the lack of enthusiasm and drive that his half-siblings come by so easily is concerning. Sure he can shoot an arrow better than most, but probably not a child of Zeus or Ares. The things that he always liked to do came easily and anything else didn't really matter. Adam never really grew out of this childish mentality, to apply himself would mean that he isn't already good at something and that it probably isn't worth doing.
History: Martha McKinley moved to Bar Harbor when she was 19. She was young, beautiful, a talented singer/songwriter and a hit amongst the CoffeeHouse crowd outdoorsy crowd that came to explore Acadia. She made a name for herself in town as the Seal Cove Siren at open mic nights and even some gigs, especially in the rustic inn and pub she waited tables in. Her totally not cliché rendition of “Hallelujah” must have pleased at least one god because one night in a dank and dirty bar amongst the regulars and strangers alike a radiant figure approached her after a gig. The next morning she knew her life would never be the same.
The beautiful stranger had disappeared and it seemed as if no one else had ever even noticed he was there. Nine moths later Adam was born and Martha alone, terrified and lacking the resources to raise a child was graciously taken in by the inn-owner she worked for. It wasn't long before she fell for him. The nearly 40 year old bartender was a provider, a protector and caring guardian for her bastard son. Adam grew up in a stable home that though often too busy to watch over him provided him with a loving and supportive environment.
Since he could toddle Adam was left to his own devices and as an only child he took to wandering about the natural beauties of his home town. He was outside whenever possible but when rain or snow trapped him indoors he took to his mother's passion, music. He amazed everyone with his prodigious ability to play whatever instruments they had. His mother urged her son to perform the repertoire of songs he had, essentially, taught himself and in some cases created. His little fingers adroitly worked the keys, strings and hammers of his mother's favorite instruments but he was always much too shy even to play for the patrons of the pub. Eventually, his mother gave up and let him do what he wanted.
In school he garnered a reputation as a maker of mischief. He peddled the other kids out of their lunch money by making wagers and holding contests that he knew he couldn't lose. “Fifty cents says I can throw more paper balls in that trash can with my eyes closed than you can with your eyes open.” He used his premature abilities before he could identify or even question them to trick his classmates. “I bet you a dollar my cut will heal faster than yours!” His schemes were duly noted by his stunned teachers and several noted were written home. He was forced to stop his tricks -not that anyone was dumb enough to try them anymore- and he ended up with a lot of missed recesses and very few friends. He learned to love being alone, humming his made up tunes while watching the boats come in and out of the harbor, or wandering in the forest. He sunk into his relaxed demeanor and began to love his solitary activities like some kids loved soccer or sleep-overs.
In middle school he joined the band and obviously excelled. His director, so in awe of his talents, refused to let Adam's stage fright get in the way of his musical abilities. By 9th grade he could sight-read music for eight different instruments and had even written a small piece for the band himself. Music was his calling, Mr. Teeters had said and encouraged him to consider composition and musical theory as a career. His first two years of high school were miserable apart from seventh period, orchestra, PE and English were alright, but nothing compared to orchestra where he felt most comfortable and valuable.
He was 15, lying on a rock like a lizard in the sparse sunlight when Apollo appeared to him and explained his heritage and about the academy. His mother couldn't believe what she saw from the kitchen window, the boy from what felt so long ago, didn't look a day older and there he stood in front of their son, radiating light. The next fall Adam was at the Academy, thrown into a world he never could've imagined existed.