"Why doesn't anyone listen to the doctor?"
Full Name:
Adam K̶e̶n̶n̶e̶t̶h̶ Dawson
Nicknames:
Please, just Adam.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
Thirty-Three.
Ethnicity/Race:
English.
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual.
Prior Occupation:
Pediatrician.
Current Occupation:
The general Doctor for the group. But really, he'll work wherever he's needed.
Dark brown.
Eye Color:
Brown. Nothing too exciting.
Height:
5' 9".
Weight:
132 lbs.
Tattoos:
None.
Piercings:
N-none!
Scars:
Faded scars. The most notable ones being a small cut on the bottom of his left palm and a much longer one left on his abdomen both of which are from a previous car accident.
Character Color: Gold (#D49F17)
Description: If Adam was skinny before this outbreak, he is downright scrawny now. A tall man with a light frame whose weight is comprised of anything but muscle. (How could he have known an Apocalypse was on their doorstep?!) With an untamable mop of dark wavy hair, and though his eyes are hazel, an interesting amount of melanin that results in eyes that can look brown one day and green the next, Adam will insist they are just plain brown. And what else could complete the look of an average man but a pair of old, half-rimmed glasses he could never bear to part with. Before zombies were of great concern, Adam enjoyed being clean shaven and would have never been caught in a pair of jeans. Collared shirts, ties, blazers, and the like were more to his taste, but that isn't really a priority now, is it?
Personality:
{Introverted, Pushover, Compassionate, Serious, Patient}
Adam is first and foremost, quiet and reserved. A telephone conversation with him would almost be equivalent to talking to dead air without the occasional murmur of vague agreement. One might call him a bit of a 'Yes man', as he tends to keep all opinions to himself and will merely agree with you because it's just easier on him. It's a little hard to get to know him in this way, since he'll say that the sky is blue one minute to the sky is green the next, if that's what the person he's speaking to says. A pushover of the highest degree, though not when his knowledge can save someone's life, of course. A cautious and think-first-do-later sort of person that prefers to take everything slow when it is possible. Always sober and often times, quite stiff, and humorless to jokes.
And though it takes a while to break down his guarded shell, one can find that he's quite a gentle and kind man. His compassion has no equal, (why else become a doctor?) and the safety of others is valued above his own. Call him a little naive, but there is still a tiny optimist buried in there somewhere. And just because his smiles are rare, his genuine smiles that is, it makes them all the more valuable. Being physically weak all his life, made him focus more so on his mind. You'll find that he is quite intelligent and thoughtful, though perhaps the only way to get to that is through his journal; Where he meticulously observes the symptoms of this new disease and the behavior of his fellows. That is where his real commentary lies.
- An avid reader
- He can actually play piano very well
- He loved creative writing. Now he simply just keeps a journal.
Habits:
- He stutters when he's nervous.
- Adam'll smoke with gusto if you give him a cigarette.
- Very organized. He wasn't used to carrying all of his medical supplies around. But now that he must, he prefers to keep track of it all.
Oddities:
- He's left-handed.
- Speaks with a British accent.
- Adam has myopia (nearsighted)
- Silence
- Books
- A good cuppa tea
- Astronomy
- As much as he shies from social interaction, he does have a soft spot for children
- Alcohol
- Honestly? Physical activity
- Arguing and conflict
- Driving
- You're crazy if zombies aren't on your list
Character Skills/Talents:
- Well, he is an excellent doctor. Could have been a surgeon if he had wished. The only thing that limits him is the supplies available.
- With a mind like a sponge and all of the books he's read, Adam has amassed a large amount of knowledge and is quite intelligent. Especially in nature for identifying poisons, natural medicines and edible foods.
- Though not really applicable to daily life, he knows a great deal about astronomy. He could point out the constellations to you, mark the seasons, and navigate the oceans if you really asked him to.
- Anything involving physical strength. He's probably stronger than the average female, but otherwise he's got noodles for arms.
- He's constantly self-deprecating and will never stand up for himself.
- He can't swim. At all.
- He'd be lying if he said he was completely comfortable with the dark.
Secrets:
Though no one had blamed him for it and it didn't state it officially on record, Adam knows he is responsible for his brother's death. //
He would have smoked all the time if it had not lessened his credibility as a doctor.
Fears/Phobias:
Drowning. //Zombies, of course. // Though he tries to hide it, Adam is actually strongly claustrophobic and can have anxiety attacks if you force him into such a situation.
Biography
Place Of Origin: Clifton, Bedfordshire, England
Birth Date: December 22nd, 1985
History:
Adam Dawson is, an always was the average man of average circumstance. Born in the small village of Clifton under Thomas and Allison Dawson only a year after his older brother, Thomas Dawson Jr., it didn't appear that he would ever expand past this small and quaint countryside. Their father died while they were still young. No, there was no tragic accident, no vow of vengeance, he was simply old, and it was his time. The two brothers only born a year apart spend a great deal of their time causing trouble. The first time their family went to visit the ocean, Adam, eager not to be bested by his brother, followed Thomas a little too far into the water, and was nearly drowned by the strong currents. He refused to swim again. Don't get him wrong though, his best memories were in those childhood moments as well. As competitive as they were with each other, they still cared for each other in the way that only brothers can.
Of course, it is typical for brothers to be the subject of comparison, and as they grew older, Thomas and Adam's differences began to grow as well. Well, that was putting it gently. Black and white could not have been more different. Thomas, a natural athlete, charming and charismatic was always surrounded by admiring peers and swooning neighbourhood girls. Adam was, well, a nerd. Lanky, unconfident and socially awkward, the boy was certainly no social butterfly. But as luck would have it, his intelligence was precisely what allowed him to leave humble Clifton. He had earned a bigger scholarship than he could have ever dreamed of to continue his studies in the Americas. With his sights set on New York University's School of Medicine and his Brother with a mind for business hearing the call of Wall-street, the duo set off. Together. They happily shared a flat in the City of Dreams, almost drowning in student debt, just scraping together enough rent each month, but both completely content with life in the big city.
Then there was that girl with red curls Adam became absolutely smitten with. There was a immense graduation party for all of the newly developed doctors which she was sure to be at, which Adam ever so casually mentioned to Thomas. He wouldn't be attending though; no no, he was no party-goer. But Thomas, with all the adventurous attitude that Adam never had, promised Adam to be the perfect wingman and dragged the hopeless stuttering doctor to his own party. The party went surprisingly well. Thomas played his role perfectly, and the girl, well she found Adam's boyish charm quite endearing. She kissed him before catching a ride home with her friends. The night was young, but it was time for the Dawson brothers to head home. Adam behind the wheel, feeling like he was walking on air, with Thomas in the passenger seat. The sole problem was, Adam was drunk off his ass. There's a certain type of drunk that can never tell when they're drunk. He couldn't even tell green from red.
Metal scraping. Screaming. Sirens. A straight T-bone crash straight into the passenger's side. That sobered him up. Adam regained consciousness long enough to realize their were trapped in their car, this tiny, now enclosed space, and that Thomas had his lung punctured and his legs completely crushed. He wouldn't make the night. By the time he had woken up in hospital, his brother was dead. He had died with nobody but the paramedic beside him.
Adam. He completely retreated within himself. He did not cry. He would not eat. He could not sleep. He was but a shell. Even at the court hearing, he spoke not a word. But that wasn't a problem. God knows why, or how, maybe some careless technician, a typo in the system, what did it matter, but the records stated that it had been the driver of the other car that was intoxicated, not Adam. He was completely innocent. A man at the wrong place at the wrong time. His career could go on unscathed. His mother comforted him, she didn't blame him. Thomas' friends grieved with him. It was only at the funeral which Adam finally broke down in tears. He knew the truth.
Adam became a pediatrician instead of a surgeon as planned. Working with children seemed to put him at ease. But his guilt shadowed him. He was unable to commit in any relationship. His walls were built up higher than ever. Even so, years passed, and life moved on.
And then, the outbreak. In the throngs of panicked people, a piece of heavy debris had fallen on Adam. He would have been a goner had it not been for this strange makeshift group of refugees. With his last and only connection, his mother, being unreachable. He had no other feasible option but to join them.
Family Tree
Father: Thomas Dawson. Aged 59. Deceased.
Mother: Allison Dawson. Aged 53. Status unknown. Likely deceased.
Brother: Thomas Dawson Jr. Aged 24. Deceased.
Happiest Memory: The first time he went on a plane. Adam and Thomas were going to New York. The rushed feeling of lifting off the air, looking at the world from the tops of the candy coated clouds and then finally seeing the Big Apple with their own eyes. It was the happiest he had ever felt, and most likely the happiest he would ever feel.
Saddest Memory:Learning of the death of his brother while he was in the hospital. The entire accident is almost blocked out of his mind. He won't talk about either.