Name: Adorján Csonka (AH-dorr-YAHN chon-ko)
Nickname(s): Adrian, Hadrian, Arie, Adriano, Jadran, and literally every other foreign diminutive of the name because “Adorján” is apparently too difficult.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Nationality: Hungarian-English
Appearance: Although he is closer to 20 than 10, people commonly put him at around 13. On a good day. This is partly due to his height (1.56m), but mostly because of his crippling babyface. He has green eyes, usually set to glazy-and-disinterested, and dusty brown hair in a bowl cut. His clothes are usually just Goodwill sweaters and jeans, or, if he’s feeling especially “nah”, sweatpants, with old sneakers.
Personality: Most consider him arrogant, thinking he feels that he’s above them because he usually talks so far over their heads about 300-year-old literature, but he really just has no social skills and no perception of when to shut up and pretend to care about the other participant in the conversation. As a result of this, he’s sort of a loner, but he seems happier that way, reading everything from chemistry almanacs to Edgar Allan Poe. If you asked him to, he could quote passages, even pages of both without much effort. People often mindlessly label him “one of the smart kids”, something with which he disagrees, believing that becoming adept at something is nine parts immersing yourself in it, and one part brains.
Biography: Adorján moved from Budapest to Kent, England with his mother at roughly eight years old. Whenever asked, he will testify stubbornly that Hungary will always have his preference. However, high school in Chicago was a breath of fresh air. Suddenly, Adorján found himself in a place where everything was cutting-edge and filled with life and excitement, although the noise pollution was something he’d have to take in stride.
Adorján’s mother had a lot of difficulty learning English, which left her between jobs most of the time. He was placed in a community/public high school until his astounding literary skills won him a scholarship to a better school (though, he says himself, any school would have been an improvement) and later, his choice of Ivy League universities. This took the focus of their small income away from the expensive school, leaving the family of two happier and better-off. Adorján was happy to go along to the cultural hotspot that is New York, but the interacting-with-other-humans part made him nervous, as he’s mentally talked himself into thinking everyone simply hates him.
Other: Although small, Adorján is not good at sneaking around inconspicuously, nor running away. To quote springhole.net, “Not an ‘oh no, I just don’t think I can survive this triathlon’ case, but honestly, hinderingly wimpy.”
Further, his written English is a lot better than his spoken, in the sense that he misuses a lot of idioms, sometimes uses the wrong pronouns, and pronounces a lot of words wrong. This can and will cause a lot of misunderstandings.
Nickname(s): Adrian, Hadrian, Arie, Adriano, Jadran, and literally every other foreign diminutive of the name because “Adorján” is apparently too difficult.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Nationality: Hungarian-English
Appearance: Although he is closer to 20 than 10, people commonly put him at around 13. On a good day. This is partly due to his height (1.56m), but mostly because of his crippling babyface. He has green eyes, usually set to glazy-and-disinterested, and dusty brown hair in a bowl cut. His clothes are usually just Goodwill sweaters and jeans, or, if he’s feeling especially “nah”, sweatpants, with old sneakers.
Personality: Most consider him arrogant, thinking he feels that he’s above them because he usually talks so far over their heads about 300-year-old literature, but he really just has no social skills and no perception of when to shut up and pretend to care about the other participant in the conversation. As a result of this, he’s sort of a loner, but he seems happier that way, reading everything from chemistry almanacs to Edgar Allan Poe. If you asked him to, he could quote passages, even pages of both without much effort. People often mindlessly label him “one of the smart kids”, something with which he disagrees, believing that becoming adept at something is nine parts immersing yourself in it, and one part brains.
Biography: Adorján moved from Budapest to Kent, England with his mother at roughly eight years old. Whenever asked, he will testify stubbornly that Hungary will always have his preference. However, high school in Chicago was a breath of fresh air. Suddenly, Adorján found himself in a place where everything was cutting-edge and filled with life and excitement, although the noise pollution was something he’d have to take in stride.
Adorján’s mother had a lot of difficulty learning English, which left her between jobs most of the time. He was placed in a community/public high school until his astounding literary skills won him a scholarship to a better school (though, he says himself, any school would have been an improvement) and later, his choice of Ivy League universities. This took the focus of their small income away from the expensive school, leaving the family of two happier and better-off. Adorján was happy to go along to the cultural hotspot that is New York, but the interacting-with-other-humans part made him nervous, as he’s mentally talked himself into thinking everyone simply hates him.
Other: Although small, Adorján is not good at sneaking around inconspicuously, nor running away. To quote springhole.net, “Not an ‘oh no, I just don’t think I can survive this triathlon’ case, but honestly, hinderingly wimpy.”
Further, his written English is a lot better than his spoken, in the sense that he misuses a lot of idioms, sometimes uses the wrong pronouns, and pronounces a lot of words wrong. This can and will cause a lot of misunderstandings.