Adam Casey Weston

Idol – His Callsign in the army.

Male

19

Lost Ones

197 CM

84 KG

Standing at just short of two meters and with a very fortunate physique, Adam is a big man. His hair is medium length, bangs sometimes getting in his face, in a almost leather like brown. His hair is usually dirty, and may be kept in a tail to keep it away from his face. His eyes are Grey, like clouds. He's usually seen wearing tank tops, jeans and a leather jacket, as well as combat boots on his feet. He keeps a shoulder holster over his tank tops and under his jacket, which is a little out of place, where he keeps his father's old Colt The cold holds eleven bullets, which means it's not even fully loaded, Adam chooses only to use it as a last measure.

Calculating – Clever – Charismatic, along with incredibly driven and disciplined.

Adam was born to a young mother and a older father, he was a soldier. His mother died when Adam was only a year old, so he never got to knew her, but his father raised him in his own image. He took Adam out of the city, and raised him out on the countryside, teaching him how to work hard and how to stand up on his own two feet. Adam was homeschooled by a friend of his father's, while he was taught how to fight and how to survive by his father.

And when he was old enough, Adam enlisted in the army, fighting in Operation Titanfall with other men and women whom were barely older than himself. His training since childhood kept him alive. He realized in Hungary that war was hell, that he would never take a life unless absolutely neccesary. He came to terms with the fact that he was no longer a good person, he was a villain.

He came home to his father sick and on his deathbed, heart problems had plagued his old man during Adam's entire life, and his father died just a few weeks after Adam's return, like he was waiting for his son to see him one more time before he'd pass on.

He moved to New York, where his mother had her roots, and he'd soon find himself out of money and out of food, having to do anything to make ends meet, it ended in him earning himself quite the name as a fighter, earning enough money to put food in his stomach with either his fists, or with his words.

Joining the lost has helped him, as it gives him some sort of brotherhood, like he had in the army. Someone to watch over, to take care off and worry about.

Dude loves himself some N'Sync, as well as old 50's – 70's music. He's got a mean right hook.