Andrew Petry ExumGod or Goddess Parent:
MinervaClaimed or Unclaimed:
Andrew grew up as an Army brat drifting from one base to another all over the world, or just alone when his father was deployed to combat zones. He has always lived alone with his father, a Major looking forward to getting promoted to Lieutenant-Colonel at his desk job. Dad, or otherwise known as Major Thomas Exum to his subordinates was not always a rear echelon paper-pusher; it was during his eighth tour in the war where he and his platoon were pinned down within a compound in enemy territory. He noticed a grenade landing at his feet, and attempted to toss it out of range. Just as the good then-Captain released the grenade, it detonated, removing all tissue under the elbow. The Army gave him a Silver Star for his action, and rather than sacking all the other officers during the en-masse drawdown one year later, the Army gave him a desk job in order to save face.
What about little Andrew? He never had any time nor opportunity to establish any long-lasting friendships in school - moving states every year or two made sure of that. In place of spending time with friends he found solace in his books, and sought the approval and appreciation he never received from the always-absent Dad from his teachers and advisers. Andrew had always held Dad in his mind as the Macho Daddy who could beat everyone else's. Major Exum's presence at the annual Bring Your Dad To Work days at school convinced the schoolyard bullies to keep Andrew at arm's length, what with the good Major's ripping muscles and biceps that threatened to explode out of his uniform and the cold, icy blue stare which he distributed liberally to everyone save his only son.
Andrew was never the complainer. Following the example of his father, he never bothered to speak out about his lack of friends, nor even lack of a mother. He could never find a picture nor photograph of his mother in their belongings. Even long-abandoned photographs that he found, where Thomas' grinning angular face seemed to be posing with someone else was seemingly posing by himself like a lunatic. Was it a work of Photoshop? Andrew could never quite figure it out himself - after all, the photographs were dated on the year 1988, and Photoshop didn't exist at the time.
Life went on, and on the year Andrew headed on to college two years early, Major Exum came home with an amputated arm and shortly had in its place a robotic prosthetic hand. While the Army officer may have been broken in body, he was not in spirit. Yet, he could not last for long... with Andrew out of the house and the former combat officer faced with the day-to-day tedium of shuffling papers around, the prosthetic hand constantly reminded himself of his disability. Depression steadily turned into despair, and in the routine phone calls to his son he never let slip to Andrew of his deteriorating condition.
Meanwhile, at college, Andrew was a habitual overachiever. His classmates thought of him as an oddball, given the way he constantly cooped himself up in his own dorm room like a recluse. The girls found him cute but were instantly put off by his cold shoulder and lack of ability to engage in any form of small talk. Professors found it odd that Andrew spent more time with them than his own classmates, but paid no heed to it given the straight As he scored. Earning his Bachelor's in three years was an effortless breeze to him and he was beginning work on his Master's thesis when his life turned to hell instantaneously.
Nobody could tell for sure how or why Major Exum died. Was it suicide, or was it a result of foul play? Andrew was shattered when he heard the news. Halfway between tears and screaming rage, he stepped out of his dormitory hall for some fresh air, and immediately he could feel that something was amiss. The air grew abruptly chilly in the midst of a stickily hot and humid midsummer's night, and where the campus grounds were usually well-lit, the lights abruptly snapped off. Footsteps were heard in the far distance and several shadowy figures approached him from the hall. His instincts kicked in right away, and fled in a terrified flight.
He knew not where he was running to, or why
. Something told him that he had to run
, and his typically rational and calm self gave in to panic and simply shied away from wherever the shadowy figures were appearing. The campus surroundings led to suburbia, which steadily led to the woods. By then, fatigue was catching up with him, and so were the mysterious figures. It was finally when he reached the camp's entrance and dived past the posts - hair's lengths from captivity by the figures did he find safety, and discovered the equally mysterious camp.Weapon or Skill:
An untrained civilian, Andrew is well-schooled in military doctrine and history. He was head-hunted by the Army Training and Doctrine Command whilst preparing his Master's thesis and has been showing promise as a brilliant strategist.Gamer:
It's highly likely that Andrew will want to know the cause behind his father's death. He's dead sure that suicide was not the reason and is determined to discover the truth.Fears:
Dating, Disapproval by senior figures, violence, forced social interactionLikes:
Books, a proper philosophical discussion, knowledge, intelligence, solaceDislikes:
Jocks, meatheads, bullies, vapidity