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[b]Name: [/b] Ferghus Gilroy

[b]Age:[/b] 24 (A Bit late to college) 

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Personality:[/b] Ferghus is a man who, on the outside, appears to be rather gruff, however anyone who gets to know the guy will soon find out that he is about as gentle as a butterfly. Soft spoken and kindhearted are two defining traits that mister Gilroy prides himself on, although, he has a problem keeping his true feelings about anything in particular to himself. He finds it quite difficult to be secretive and likes to face the consequences of his action head on.

[b]Background:[/b] Ferghus is an Irishman who spent the majority of his life performing in his family's traveling circus. From the very day he could walk and talk his father began training the boy to be a great strongman like himself. Ferghus was able to see all sorts of people across his life and due to such he developed a rather detached worldview and morality. 

Sure, times were fine for him and his family, but Ferghus was never schooled resulting in him being unfortunately uneducated, this frustrated him to no end, there were so many things that he could not understand. Beginning in his teenaged years Ferghus bought as many books as he could, studying things such as simple mathematics to skimming over sciences. And though it took the poor boy nine tries he finally passed the test in order to get a General Educations Diploma. But this was only his first step. Ferghus hoarded the money earned from the days and nights spent performing and put it towards a fund for college. Traveling to a mediocre college that his money could buy in to Ferghus knew that the road would be harsh and unforgiving. Always with a curiosity for knowledge and the arts, the strongman majored in English literature, in hopes that he would one day be able to write stories as eloquently as the greats before his time.

Unfortunately, the boy was unable to do much research on what life would be like during college, money was short and it might have been all over quick, if he hadn't gotten word that there was some sort of opportunity for him. Some scientist named Rohrbach or something, he had no where else to turn to. Ferghus plunged himself into a future that would almost certainly be fraught with hardships. The purple pill was swallowed without a second thought.

[b]Chosen Pill Color:[/b] Purple pill / Super Agility

[b]Other:[/b] Ferghus has a tiny bit of skill in forms of brawling due to his days as a young circus strongman, although he is more a mountain of thought and reflection than a burly tough guy.