EggHead
The trials of being a genius are never simple. Having both OCD and ADHD never has been conducive to a normal life. Genius with the delusion of being a super genius will only add to the cauldron grewing trouble.EggHead is a verifiable genius and his world has been turned upside down since the fourth grade. That was the year that the school decided to not only group the smarter children together as they were before, but they were also "classified" in a new group apart from the "normal" students. As any previous or current fourth grader knows, being smart is almost like having the plague or cooties. Our young EggHead was a fragile child both physically and emotionally. So there he was an official egghead to the normal children. Then an even worse fate fell upon our poor child. The class of eggheads took an aptitude test to unofficially rank them among one another. Being picked on as a group was bad enough and now this group has focused their own mocking laughter and catcalls of egghead and brainiac. To EggHead they swarmed on him like a school of pirahana on a bloody piece of steak. He would hear that the other children picked on him because they were jealous of him or they were intimidated by his uniqueness. Every day in every grade for the rest of his school life he was egghead. He had few friends in school and quickly learned to entertain himself with his imagination and creativity. As an outcast he became the well known strange silent almost brooding child. As the years passed his interest in outshining the other mice in the maze of boredom and busy work that was school. His grades became mere hoops he would rather not jump through to please his teachers. He was afterall beyond many of them in capacity and capability. His true passion was Sci-Fi he loved the robots and the ideas behind the science of robots. His daydreams began to interrupt his lectures from class as his mind would race with ideas and possiblities for robotics. His "daily" or "busy" work was seldom completed if even attempted. These sheep would dare lecture him on his poor daily grades but marvel at his ability to kill any curve with his testing. He began to create robotics in his room at home starting with simple servo-motors scavenged from R/C cars boats and airplanes. He took at home courses in electrical work and took shop in school to learn the art of welding . Though his frail nature never was outgrown, he felt more and more powerful with each generation of robot he built. As his need for more advanced items grew he started devising ways to use his robots to gather those items. He decided he needed to construct himself a robotic battlesuit to maintain a strong field command of his constructs. His next sci-fi project was some sort of force field or energy shield and he begans scouring the libraries and other resources for any information or theories about this technology. World Conquest thoughts would sometimes slip into his daydreams. Soon his whims would become the source of his activities, and this was actually a very conscious decision because it would be impulsive and irrational and hard to predict. Organized Chaos became his M.O. He would need a monkier now to give the world a target for justice. He chuckled and laughed at the idea it would work. He would take the label that was given to him as a child and make people fear the name. This name he had dreaded daily for most of his life he would use this name. He would become EggHead. The yolk is indeed on you! and All your yolks are belong to us.
