Simon Harrison

By 19, it was already normal for him to adapt normally and study. His achievement earned him recognition, and that's why he's considered a prodigy at his university. Although he never had friends or a partner, he never had the time or interest. Also, his father bought him a car and a credit card. They didn't even speak anymore, and it was a bad relationship, but he had a car, a Shelly Mustang. He also has a pet hedgehog, Tod, since he was 14, his only friend, his beloved pet. Tod is a chubby hedgehog. He lives in a room at the university, a small room with a bathroom, basic with green LED lights, basic furniture, his hedgehog's enclosure, a small basic kitchen with a microwave, a small refrigerator, and an electric stove, a bed, closet, desk, computer, television, his things, and other things of his. One of the few things he has in common with his father is that feeling of determination, that feeling that he had to have what he wanted at all costs, that feeling of having everything he wanted. One of his most traumatic experiences was at 17. He built a machine to win a mini electromagnetic energy source for a contest. He felt great, in fact, he was going to win and take first place as always... but no... he got second place... second place, second place. That word stayed in his mind like a whisper, hitting him again and again as they gave him the award and the medal. The judges congratulated him, but he stood still with a lost look and a forced smile. Hugs and congratulations, wishes that he would be the best, but it all tasted bitter... he hated it, he hated losing, he didn't deserve their mercy. Second place, and a kid with an orange that gave energy won, haha, yeah right. He stared at that crap on the wall for days, weeks. Second place, second place, sure, that's all they had left... He grabbed his things and threw them on the floor, looking at it. He threw it in a bag and burned it, watching the certificate burn, the words "congratulations" and "second place" go up in flames, the medal, everything was gone.

He was born in Beverly Hills to Rosie and George. His mother abandoned him shortly after birth, having cheated on him and run off with another man. His father was a serious and somewhat unkind man, the owner of a chain of hardware and tool stores, and possessed a considerable fortune. His father raised him alone, which wasn't the best for him, as he never got over his mother's death. When Simon was five, his father took him to the hardware store to see a new wood-cutting machine, and an incident occurred that changed his life. Simon got too close and lost his arm just above the left elbow. It was a disaster; he was rushed to the hospital, and this traumatized him for life. He stayed home for two years, studying remotely, but at eight, a spark ignited his knowledge. During that time, he watched a video about Nikola Tesla, watched movies, and was mesmerized. He began experimenting with electronics, building small systems, and studying. Little by little, this shaped him, and he began to study even more. Gradually, he became a genius and returned to school at nine. Although he was ridiculed, he didn't care in the slightest. At 10, he received his first prosthesis, and although it was uncomfortable, he didn't mind much. He didn't even have friends; he said he didn't have time. Later, in high school, he began developing a prototype prosthesis. He wasn't using it yet, but it was a prototype. He continued like this until, at 16, he managed to create something: a functional and improved prosthesis. It moved normally, like a normal arm. He continued perfecting it. He had no friends; his father was a drunk and only concerned with work, since he blamed himself for the incident. Since it happened, he didn't speak to him and only gave him money and provided him with the bare necessities. Then, at 17, with money and materials, he achieved his brilliant goal: a functional prosthesis with natural movements. Thanks to sensors and adapters, he could feel and use it like a normal hand. The prosthesis was made of various materials: metal, graphene, sensors, thermoregulatory components, etc. By 19, life was normal for him; he had adapted normally and was able to study.

Simon is kind and sweet, sometimes a little serious. He's a nerd, and a bit egocentric and conceited. He loves chemistry, physics, robotics, engineering, and related fields, and he's brilliant at math. He's been a prodigy his whole life. He graduated from elementary school at 11 thanks to his intelligence and diligence, achieving perfect grades and top marks. He graduated from high school at 13 thanks to his prodigious talent and advanced knowledge. At 16, he was offered a scholarship to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) thanks to his genius and his father's influence. Even at a young age, he knew he would be a scientist and began studying from home until he was 18, when he officially moved to university. He'd already spent two years studying online before starting his degree at the university. He's had a pet hedgehog named Tod for a long time—a chubby and energetic hedgehog. Simon knows many languages ​​thanks to his studies, and his father wanted him to run the family business. Not that he'll play the scientist, so that's one more thing to add to their bad relationship.

Simon's appearance: He's a 19-year-old boy, 1.97 meters tall, with pale skin from lack of sun. He doesn't like going out much. He's slender and thin, but not too thin; he has a medium build. He has green eyes, light brown wavy hair that reaches his waist, and layers that give it a messy look. He usually wears his hair in a low, messy ponytail. He has a prosthetic left arm made of metal, graphene, titanium, and other engineering materials. It's black. He wears jeans and a regular t-shirt. When he's doing his nerdy stuff, he wears safety goggles and a lab coat. He likes the color green, Transformers movies, and so on.