“People will stab you in your back and then ask why you’re bleeding.”Name Adrian Martin
Face Claim Aaron Taylor-Johnson
Species Human/Tulane StudentAvailability Open
Baby-faced Martin brother Adrian has grown up as something of an outsider. At home he’s overshadowed by his older brothers, the alpha, Max and bad boy, Isaak; at school he’s floundered academically and socially, at best facing trouble with the teachers and, at worst, expulsion from West Bay High, caused from violence against his peers. Dig a little deeper, though, and Adrian is an intelligent teen who, although uncertain about what he does want from life, is in no doubt about what he doesn’t. Trouble with a capital T is how those who know or know of Adrian would describe the rowdy male. Everywhere he’s gone he’s left a trail of trouble behind him, from lovers, to friends, to peers. But believe it when you hear Adrian’s pathway to rebelling against anything and everything wasn’t something he was made into – it was something he was born into. His father, Ian has been in and out of jail since his eldest son; Max was born, while Adrian’s mother, Beth is nothing more than a jobless, crack-head who had never provided for any of her children. This is why Adrian has relied heavily on his brothers since day one, Max and Isaak raised Adrian and that’s how little baby Martin grew up to have a shocking reputation.
He was expelled from West Bay High at age fifteen, after he collided with another group of boys. They’d had it in for the Martin brothers for years and Adrian was an easy target, they beat the poor boy till he could barely walk and after that they received nothing but a mere three hour detention while Adrian was booted out. It was unfair, to say the least, the principal herself had taught both Max and Isaak and loathed the Martin’s with a passion, it was a blessing for her when Adrian found himself in trouble, able to kick him out. Though the boy were sticking up for himself. This was a trend for Adrian; whenever someone heard or knew he had the blood of a Martin he became a target. But, despite his surname Adrian is different to both his brothers, his mother and his father, he never quite fitted in and was and remains viewed as an outsider, while keeping a ‘boy boy’ front on for the rest of the world to watch. But buried within Adrian is his true self; a courageous, sensitive, mischievous guy, with a sly, laconic wit. The first person to see Adrian’s true personality was a quiet dark-haired beauty, Natalia Sinclair.
Natalia had always looked down on the Martin family from the stories she’d heard about them. She was certainly not a fan and meeting Adrian Martin didn’t change her view, at first. Beth herself never approved of the schooling system and because of that continued to pressure Adrian to drop out of his studies, telling him he’d never get anywhere, after all he is a Martin. And that Adrian did, left school without a single thought to it and that’s when Natalia saw just how truly tragic Adrian’s home life was. She was the one to convince Adrian to return to his studies, the girl could see just how bright Adrian is and begged him to return, offering to tutor him. A month later Adrian was back in school and Beth kicked him out of the cheap, filthy family home for it, Natalia offered Adrian a place to stay, with her and with nowhere else to turn, Adrian accepted. From there, Natalia learnt more about the life that Adrian led and the baby-faced boy learnt more about the sweet girl. But of course, with a streak of trouble lurking inside him, Adrian wasn’t going to remain out of trouble for long. His second oldest brother, Isaak was dating one of the many teachers at the school Adrian had recently re-entered, Miss. Jacobs.
Adrian developed a crush on his teacher and when one thing led to another, the two began an affair. It was short lived after Isaak found out about his brother’s tricks and he went straight to the head of the school and outed Miss. Jacobs and his baby brother and Miss. Jacobs fled and Adrian was once again, booted out. Natalia didn’t leave Adrian’s side and after weeks and weeks of convincing him, she enrolled the male into Tulane, the University she currently attends. The pair are opposites – yin and yang. While Natalia is quiet, sweet natured and warm-hearted, Adrian is sarcastic, witty and rebellious. Nevertheless Adrian owes the girl he’s life, after all without her he would have turned into another Martin cliché – nothing.
Sarcastic and witty, Adrian’s sense of humor is sure to crack a laugh out of anyone that hears it. He’s intelligent and unsure about what he wants out of life, but knows he’s on the right track. Having been the only member with Martin blood to have graduated High School let alone be at University making a future for themselves that doesn’t consist of drugs, gangs or shitty, underpaid jobs. He’s a courageous, sensitive and mischievous guy and isn’t afraid to fight back against anyone that dares to cause trouble for himself, his family or the few people he cares about.
ConnectionsNatalia Sinclair: Adrian holds a special place for Natalia in his heart, after all she is the reason he’s not living in a half-way house or behind bars. She gave the boy everything when he had nothing and her encouragement and hope in Adrian is something that gave the boy himself hope. The two are complete opposites and most raised brows at how they ever got along, but truth be told they bring out the best in each other. Adrian’s brave, sarcastic and witty personality brings out Natalia’s louder, less guarded self while Natalia’s sweet, gentle nature brings out Adrian’s heart of gold.Isaak Martin: Isaak is one of Adrian’s older brother. Isaak alongside his older brother, Max raised Adrian due to their parents being nothing but filth and nothing give a single shit about their boys. Adrian and Isaak don’t always see eye to eye, mainly because of their different personalities, Adrian sensitive, brave and witty; getting his life together at university while Isaak is a hand held grenade, hot-headed and has managed to screw just about every inch of good in his life up. Adrian doesn’t agree with half the choices Isaak’s made in his life, if anything Isaak has shown Adrian exactly how he doesn’t want to turn out like. But despite this, they’ll always be there for the other and they’re bonded by blood and that will never change.
Hey guys! So I’ve kind of moved away from the indie rp world for a bit, hence the extremely inactive blog, but anyway, this bio is from my main group at the moment. Adrian here is a big part of my charrie Nat’s plot and life etc, and he still isn’t taken!
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She messaged my personal blog a few minutes ago, saying she wanted to commit suicide. I’m not sure if she’s serious but I really hope not. She’s got several worrying posts on her blog though so I think she means it.
I’m so bad at talking to people, seriously I just can’t do it. I’ll keep you updated if she messages me again but I’m so worried that she’ll do it and because I was the one she decided to message and I failed at talking her out of it, I’ll feel so responsible.
I just don’t know what to do, but I know that this happened sometimes and that a lot of you are able to come together and help the person out so I’d just really appreciate some help so that this amazing girl doesn’t do something drastic
Kili was shocked to find out that folk in her world didn’t believe in magic “What are cars and electricity? And why don’t they believe in magic, it’s quite common, is it not?” Magic was common in Middle-Earth but obviously not in other worlds “So what would happen if I were to visit your world? Would I be an intruder or simple disregarded?” The dwarf was now very curious.
She hesitated, unsure how to go about answering his questions. “Um.. cars. Well they’re sort of like a cart, like you use with horses to carry your things and get around right? But you don’t need horses, you can just drive it yourself…” A terrible description, but hopefully Kili would get the point. “And electricity, I suppose, is the closest thing we have to magic. It powers things, so we don’t need fires or candles or as much manual labour. Things run by themselves sort of. It’s quite complicated, if I showed you it might make more sense.” She shrugged, “It’s not that common actually, not a part of every day life. Most people think it’s just myth, just in stories, and they don’t often believe in things they haven’t seen or experienced for themselves. But when you’ve travelled as far and wide as I have then you know magic is real.”
Amy offered him a grin, “Well I don’t think you’d be considered an intruder, no, in fact barely anyone would probably notice you. They might find your height a bit different but there are plenty of people in my world as short, and even shorter than you are. So you’d probably blend right in, as long as you had someone to show you around so you didn’t get into any trouble.
Kili’s eyes were wide with wonder and curiosity, he hardly understood nor could he picture her descriptions, but they certainly sounded most interesting. “And.. Could you show me your world?” He asked hopefully, he really wanted to travel and go have a look for things himself, much like the people had described, he wanted to see and experience so he could believe it. “How about that magic box of yours? Could you use that to show me your world?” The dwarf was grinning wide now, certain she’d show him her world.
She watched his eyes light up, at the thought of being able to see her world, and just couldn’t say no. She beamed, “Of course, if you want to, I’ll happily take you.” Laughing slightly, she added, “Well that magic box is gone now, but I do have this.” She pointed to the vortex manipulator on her wrist, a christmas present from River. She knew the dwarf would be confused by it so she quickly said, “It’s a way of travelling places, by appearing there, I just have to press some buttons and we’ll be in my world!”
“You boring and serious? I don’t think anyone could accuse you of that, Amy.”
She grinned, a real and genuine one this time, “Well, you’re not exactly a bore yourself Mr Williams.” She reached out and put her hand over his, “Especially not in that getup!” she laughed, looking at his centurion uniform. “Wish I was able to appreciate it more last time I was here.”
“I don’t mind, it might be a bit more fun if you’re there, too.” Hamish said, quickly he walked into his room and grabbed his keys and coat so that he was ready to leave. When he walked back outside, he nodded towards the door and then called out “Mrs. Hudson! I’m going out for a few hours, tell Dad or Father when they’re back!” There was a muffled ‘okay’ coming from upstairs, and Hamish then locked the front door before heading outside. He turned to Amy and asked “Where’s the bookstore? We’re going to go investigate there first.”
“Good idea, it’ll help us get a better idea of what we’re dealing with.” Amy glanced around, looking for street signs, trying to remember whereabouts everything was in her head. “Right. The store was on Gloucester Place, which is I think, four streets over from Baker. Not too far. Do you want to get a cab? Or we could walk, whatever suit you.” She said with a shrug. Unsure of how long they would be investigating, she didn’t want to tire the poor boy out running all over the city.
“No, we can walk.” Hamish said, he didn’t have enough money with him for a taxi and didn’t mind walking. “Well, unless you want to get one, but I like to walk, there might be clues along the way.” He said, beginning to venture towards Gloucester Place. He’d passed it quite a few times upon returning home from school, though had never seen anyone enter - or exit - the bookshop, though he’d never paid much attention towards it.
Amy shrugged, “That’s fine, walking sounds great.” She followed after him, letting him lead the way. The silence became too much for her, and she decided to satisfy her curiosity, “What’s it like being Sherlock’s kid? Do you often help him with cases?”
She looked the man up and down, eyes wide. Whoever this man was, he was definitely eccentric looking enough to be involved in something out of the ordinary. “He would… yes… You know the Doctor? Are you looking for him as well?”
“Not personally, since I haven’t had the chance to meet my future self,” he admitted with a small smile. “Are you his companion?”
Amy was momentarily stunned, “You… You’re him. Oh god of course you are. No one else would ever dress like that. What… What regeneration are you?” She nodded, “Yeah, I suppose I am his companion.”
“What? How bad does he dress? Are you saying that I dress bad?” He demanded to know, “But this coat is fabulous! I’m the sixth.”
She laughed, amused that he had already taken offence, “Oh no, I never said you dressed badly. Your look is just very eccentric. And very fabulous.” she added with a wink. Amy looked him over curiously, “Sixth? So you’re quite a bit younger than my Doctor then.”
“Sandy gives everyone good dreams at night. I… control snow; ice; winter.”
“And Bunny’s Easter? Well… let’s just say it got a little cold.”
"He gives good dreams?" she asked curiously. Thinking about this made her mind instantly go to the Dream Lord, a thought which made her nervous. She fixed a grin on her face, "Could you maybe, show me some of your powers? I’d love to see them in action."
"Oh right. Well he would definitely make for an interesting father at least."
“Well, my ignorant and statistically unlikely acquaintance, I would assume that you’ve never heard of me because the United States doesn’t much fancy informing other countries that their smartest and most decorated government officials and vigilantes are neanderthals in comparison to the (usually) masked criminal that stands before you,” Edward chimed, infinitely pleased with the look of wonder and shock on the young lady’s face — not to mention the dumb sort of drawl with which she spoke (oh, that accent, yep, yep, yep, good job, Nygma, Scottish indeed!). “I don’t believe you introduced yourself. Or, if you did, I wasn’t listening. So let’s hear it, hm? Loud and clear, my ginger dullard.”
Her cheeks flushed in anger, the nerve of this man! “Excuse you… I am not ignorant and neither am I a dullard. Just because I’m apparently not as smart as you… But anyway, I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything less from a self confessed criminal.” She glared at him, whoever the Riddler was, he clearly was never taught that you shouldn’t blatantly insult people you’ve just met. “I’m Amy. Amy Pond. Was that loudly and clearly enough?”
“Oui, things are beyond helpless here.” She said, sighing softly. “The people’s man is dead. General Lamarque was the one man who defended us, and even so conditions were bad then. Without him, things have only gotten worse.”
"Why is it that those in power are happy to let people starve? Seems to me that they’ve never been taught to imagine themselves in someone else’s shoes…" She sighed sadly, she knew that eventually things would get better, but most of these people would die before real change happened. "I wish I could do something to fix everything."