Gaia Online Name: SHSL Gangster
Name:Solomon Wallace.
Height: 5'10
Weight:165 lbs.
Specialty:Super High School Level Psychologist
Personality: Solomon Wallace tends to try and remain neutral in many conflicts so that he can evaluate clearly and without favoritism. He believes feelings of distaste or happiness towards his clients prevent accurate results and forward progress.Due to his time spent curing psychopaths, Not much surprises him.He tends to come off cold, but also demonstrates an extreme selflessness with his clients,almost always putting their needs before the needs of himself.However Solomon does have the irritating habit of heckling people for making mistakes, for he rarely makes any of his own (or in his mind, that is), and knowing that making mistakes is a trait natural to humanity, he considers himself genetically superior.Solomon also has Astraphobia, yet there is no real reason for his fear of Lightning.
Bio:Solomon's father, Edward Wallace, was a loving husband, and his wife, Mary Wallace, meant everything to the renowned Psychologist. Mary had always dreamed of starting a family, however , Edward loathed the idea of children.Though, he was unable to deny his beloved wife anything, and complied with her wishes. Approximately nine months later, Mary gave birth to a healthy baby boy.The elation she felt at the sight of her baby was apparent, for she smiled radiantly.Her elation was short lived,unfortunately,for the process took too much out of her.She used the last of her strength to speak her final words.
"My beautiful boy...my..precious...Solomon."
Then her eyes fell shut, and she laid motionless.Edward had arrived just before she gave their child a name.Solomon. The boy resembled his mother in various ways, yet Edward couldn't help but despise the boy. Still, he took the boy home.
"No son of mine will be sent to a filthy orphanage!" He declared. He raised the boy, putting on the facade that he loved the boy.Educating him at home, as if he truly cared for the boy's education. 8 years pass since Solomon's birth.Hist father was working on what might be his most difficult, most testing client. A deranged man with a history of violence that had no apparent cause, and who had beaten the last two men who had been handling his case to death. He was supposed to be sent to prison with no chance of parole, but Solomon's father was certain that there was a reason to his violent action, and since he was so influential,he obtained permission from the government to rehabilitate him before he went into prison, set him in front of a judge , and allow him an opportunity to show that he has changed, so he may be given a chance to redeem himself.Edward worked hard on this case, and even went to meet with his colleagues, who would try to talk him out of it from time to time. One day, he came home from a meeting that took longer than expected. He sat at his desk, with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. At this hour, Solomon was upstairs, sound asleep. Edward, who was getting tired himself, went into the living room to lock the door for the night. He peered out of the window beside the door while locking it, and notice a bulky figure approaching the door.Edward stepped away from the door. As he did so, the man started furiously pounding on the door, yelling on and on about something insane. Soon, the door collapsed to the ground, and Edward let out a blood curdling scream. This startled Solomon awake. He trekked down the stairs while tiredly rubbing his eyes,reaching the bottom, only to find his father lying bloodied on the ground. Shards of what was once a vase dotted the area surrounding his body.Solomon approached his father, calling to him.
"Father?"
"I never loved you, Solomon....you took her from me."His father said, barely audible enough for Solomon to catch it.This statement didn't surprise Solomon. In fact, this is what he gathered over the eight years of his life.Sometimes when he spoke to his father, a jigsaw puzzle,which Solomon now knows is a visual representation of his memories, of all the events and conversations where Edward had told him about the past, and of all the conversations and events they've had would appear in the background, rearranging itself constantly with new events and thoughts. The puzzle was here now in fact, shifting this event, his father's last breath, into the jigsaw puzzle labeled "Edward Wallace".
"I know father."As Solomon said this, his father drew his last breath, and the puzzle stopped shifting, finally complete.
Solomon's eyes were focused, with a sense of indifference, on his father when a crashing sound broke his concentration. He made his way to the origin of the crashing sound. The Kitchen. There, he found a man covered in blood.The man locked eyes with Solomon, and Solomon's eyes widen. A completely new outline of a jigsaw puzzle came in view. It belonged to the man. The two began silently communicating, and then began a verbal conversation. The police arrived within half an hour, for they had previously been busied by something else. They swarmed into the living room, around the motionless body of Edward Wallace, and entered a kitchen. There, they found a grown man with a history of violence kneeling on the ground and weeping, while being consoled by an eight year old. Within the next month, the man was put before the judge, and claimed to have been put back on the right track, thanks to the son of the man who handled his case. Believing this to be a fluke, the judge sent the boy to work under a psychologist, who happened to be one of Edward's Colleagues, Mr. Roland Nelms. There the boy saw twenty clients within the course of a week, and by the end of the week, it had been recorded that five of the clients had been undoubtedly cured in terms of mental issues, while the other fifteen had shown significant improvement and were well on the path of redemption and rehabilitation. With this, the judge declared the boy was to study under, and live with Nelms, and so he did.He continued to cure patient after patient. Until he was scouted for a prestigious school at the age of 17. It was said only the best of the best go there, and if he were to go, he might be able to get the training that will allow him succeed in everything in life. It was such a marvelous opportunity, there was no way to refuse it.
