Post by Adam Milligan on Aug 16, 2012 17:05:20 GMT -5
Name: Adam Milligan
Occupation: Bounty hunter; he hunts down the evil mutt kids
Gender Preference: Male
Age: 21
Birthday: 29th of September
Personality: Adam’s role model has always been Kate Milligan, his mother who was a nurse and who worked all possible shifts in order to support the both of them. He aspired to be like her from an early age.
And nowadays Adam still does his best to be like her. He used to go to pre-med until his mother was killed and had every intention of becoming a doctor. Despite not doing the Oath of Hippocrates, he still won’t hesitate to help those who need it, and probably those who don’t deserve it either.
Appearance: Adam Milligan can very easily be described as
Adam, quickly having adapted to the Winchester way of dressing, usually wear multiple layers, though in the summer he prefers to wear just a t-shirt rather than layer upon layer of plaid. He doesn’t wear much accessories unless it is needed.
History: Adam Milligan was the son of Kate Milligan. Kate was a nurse at the local hospital and worked all possible shifts she could so she could give Adam a reasonably pleasant life. This resulted in Adam being able to take care of himself from a young age. Adam regularly cooked for himself at age ten.
Adam had always nagged about his father. All the other kids thought he was weird for only having a mother. Some even bullied him for it. At age twelve, he met his father, John Winchester who took him to a baseball game a few times. Adam never saw him as his father, more as the man who showed up on his birthdays to waste his time with baseball.
Adam worked his ass off so he could go to pre-med and become a doctor.
He got a call one day, while he was away at college, from the hospital Kate worked. She hadn’t shown up for three days. Worriedly, he came home from college to find her murdered in her bedroom. Investigation showed local supervillains had done this, presumably to avenge their fellow villains.
That was when Adam found out that his late father had hunted supervillains for a living, and that he had brothers. Adam fell into the life as well. He doesn’t always work with his brothers. Sometimes, he works on his own too.
Network: Adam hunts supervillains for a living. That means he maintains contact with other hunters and sometimes even heroes.
Alliance?: Adam sides with the normal humans, though he doesn’t have anything against heroes.
RP Sample: It was raining again. Great he thought. Adam pulled the hood over his head and shoved his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, before he hurriedly crossed the street to reach the overhang.
It wasn’t cold outside. Humid, yes, but it wasn’t cold. Adam sighed and stopped to take in the street, running his hands through his hair as he did. It was late, and there was nearly no one out in this part of the city, not at this hour. The only lights came from the lampposts and the moon. In the city’s centre, there would’ve been neon lights flashing, telling him the casinos and bars were open.
Adam wasn’t here for bars or casinos. He wasn’t even en route to his room, his bed, as much as he wanted to be. He sighed again and continued walking, enjoying the sound of the rain pattering on the overhang as much as he hated it.
It was hard to hear the sound of footsteps, the classical sign of people nearing, over it. The moment he felt the warmth of a hand near his shoulder, he turned around to punch. He was throw back, but he leapt to his feet the moment he hit the ground, ignoring the pain in his back. He reached for his gun, managing to fire a few shots.
But he wasn’t quick enough, his target –a villain who had been murdering young people at places like these at times like these for the past few weeks- moved quicker than should be possible. If the account of the sole survivor of these attacks hadn’t already confirmed their suspicions, that would have. The man was a mutt.
The man slammed into him, sending them sprawling to the ground. Adam lost his grip on his gun, the thing skidding over the ground and sliding underneath a container. He cursed, trying to twist them around so he was on top. They rolled over the ground, and Adam hit his head against something –he couldn’t make out what.
He tried to kick the man off him, but he was too fast. Adam saw the glint of a knife a moment before the man tried to stab him with it and he managed to flip them over. He realized that the object he’d hit his head against was the container. The boy played dirty, kneeing the man in his groin before reaching for his gun.
The shot rang and he sat back, wiping the blood from his face. He’d been way to close for that shot. Adam didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to think about how the little chunks might be brain. He never wanted to kill, but in moments such as those it was either him or the murderer. He was doing the world a favour, even if it didn’t feel like that.
He got to his feet, still panting and wincing as pain flared up in his back. He knew that in a little while, the police would be here. Adam started walking, grimacing with every step he took. He would be sore and bruised by tomorrow.
Other: Nothing much.
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