[hider=The Professor][h1][center][u]Simeon Floyd[/u][/center][/h1]
[hr]"I really wish you were dead right now, no offense. Dead corpses are very fascinating, and you'd be a perfect specimen."[hr]
[b]Gender[/b]: Male

[b]Age[/b]: 26

[b]Race/Species[/b]: Metahuman 

[b]Abilities[/b]: 
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[*]Necromancy- Can animate dead things or control them, use other's life force to heal himself, or regenerate, but only as a last resort when he can't reach his medkit. Veins turn black and smells like a rotting corpse whenever he uses his powers.
[*]Extensive Medical Knowledge- Due to his years of service as a medic, Floyd is very skilled when it comes to patching others up.
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[b]Appearance[/b]: Floyd's general appearance is overall unremarkable, he has a darkly tanned complexion from being out in the field for long amounts of time, with a compact build and broad shoulders though he's a tad bit short. He has short black hair that's around an 1" long and usually appears neatly combed. Despite serving in the military, he has a poor constitution. He has deep blue eyes and about a week's growth of facial hair. Wears square glasses. He has a few faint scars on his arms. He has a strange swirl birthmark on his chest. Appears to be in his late twenties/early thirties.
As for clothing, Floyd errs more to a formal clothing style but isn't too consistent, wears comfortable and/or practical clothing otherwise such as sweatpants, jeans, hoodies, or shorts. 

[b]Personality[/b]: A morbid character, he has an unwholesome interest in dead corpses. He's not a murderer perse, as he served in the military as a medic and his sworn duty is to patch people up, not kill them. Being a medic does give him the excuse to investigate dead corpses off battlefields and he often likes to use the corpses for ghoulish experiments. Sometimes he'll cut off the fingers and/or ears off bodies and slip them into his medic bag when no one's looking, or take any "souvenirs" of things he can find off the body. Rarely is he shaken by mutilated or gory things, he doesn't even try to hide his childlike glee whenever he finds a corpse. (especially if it's fresh) He appears disinterested in most social situations, though he perks up whenever someone mentions "corpse" or "body" in any context. That person is likely to be peppered with questions from then onwards. 

[b]Backstory[/b]: Floyd's first memories were ones filled with death. His mother was killed in a car accident when he was only three, and the accident left him in the hospital for several weeks. His dad never was the same after that, not that Floyd could remember the passionate, direct, and carefree person his father used to be. Not in any way negligent, his father was stern and protective, attempting to shelter Floyd in any way he could. 
The fascination began with a sharpened stick and a trail of ants. Floyd squatted on the sidewalk, a boy of six, with a stick he had found nearby. His gaze followed the trail of ants intently, before jabbing his stick into the black mass. Bits of smashed exoskeleton were seemingly all that remained, but if he stared at the smudge long enough, it began to reassemble and become a whole ant again, rejoining the others in an ant parade. Young Floyd was completely and utterly amazed by the scene that had just unfolded.
He had a natural dislike for the act of killing, but a complete fixation on corpses. Whereas others might steer away from roadkill, Floyd wanders over and picks it up, examines it, and stuffs it into his bag. This became a problem as he got older, his father barging into his room uninvited wondering what on Earth that awful smell was only to find Floyd dissecting the body of a cat instead of doing his homework. Floyd's father was worried about the pestiliance the dead corpses would bring and, against Floyd's pleads, thoroughly searched Floyd's room and tossed out any and all the dead animal corpses he could find in there. He beseeched Floyd to drop his interest in conducting these "experiments". 
Gradually, Floyd's interests in corpses shifted towards something a little more extreme. He really wanted a human corpse. He needed a human corpse. The problem was with obtaining a human corpse. He knew he could always try the graveyard, but he didn't like to think about the labor involved in trying to dig up a body. He also knew that his new job as a college professor demanded more attention at that moment than did devising a plot to obtain fresh human corpses did, so he put it aside. That is, until he joined the army.
Now out of the army, Floyd struggled with making end's meet and resuming the life he used to lead. He had very little money and what money that was lying around he used to conduct his bizare experiments of reanimating the dead on. He hadn't eaten in days and was on the verge of losing his house when a funny letter found it's self into his mailbox. "The Sanctuary" intrigued him and he didn't see any harm in going. He absentmindedly wondered if he could get even more corpses there too.

[b]Other[/b]: Goes by his last name and rarely gives out his first at all.[/hider]