Adge Martin

Adge Martin
(Hare, G/F)
ID# 1139
	Artwork by Mitch DLG
No. 3 – Tallahassee Typhoons
Position	Swingfur
Species	Hare ( Leporidae )
Gender	Male
Nickname(s)
	Proper Job
Personal information
Born	May 13, 1999 (age 23); Shepton Mallet, UK
Nationality
Listed height	6 ft 9 in (2.06 m)
Listed weight	241 lb (109 kg)
Shoots	Right-handed
Career information
School	Elion University, UK
FBA draft	2020 / Round: 1 / Pick: 3rd overall
	Selected by the Tallahassee Typhoons
Pro playing career	2020–present
Career history
2020 - present	Tallahassee Typhoons
Career highlights and awards
	FBA Rookie All-Star (2021); FBA All-Star (2023);
Contract information
Contract year	2022
2023 Salary	$10 million
2024 Salary	$10 million
2025 Salary	$11 million
2026 Salary	$12 million
Player Contacts
(IC) Agent	Unknown
(OOC) Creator	Mitch de la Guardia
(OOC) Actor	Mitch de la Guardia
(OOC) Usage	Ask me before any use

Biography

Early Life:

Adge Martin was born and raised in Shepton Mallet, a quiet farming town in the Mendip District of Somerset, south of Bristol. But Adge Martin was anything but quiet, himself. Big, boisterous, and full of energy, the hare took to country life well on the family farm, soon becoming a big brother to three younger siblings. A life of chores, farm work, and hearty eating helped him grow up big and strong, but as he passed the six foot mark by the age of fourteen, his family knew he was bigger than just the product of hard work would call for. By the time Adge hit seventeen, he capped out at 6’9”, with his broad frame still filling in, making him one of the largest men in town, and a natural pick for basketball while he was in school.

Size and strength made him a natural fit for power forward, or even center, given the size of his classmates, but Adge wanted a more aggressive role, finding his way to shooting guard as a mainstay, occasionally playing small forward in games. Rugby would have been his favored sport, but due to his size, he wasn’t allowed to play much, his opponents citing “unfair advantage.” So he made up for being unable to play rugby by adopting an aggressive, scoring-centric play style on the basketball court.

That said, the big hare didn’t take sports terribly seriously at first. They were a fun diversion, and a good way to make friends and impress some of the girls in town, but family, friends, and work at the farm came first, especially as money got tight. It was then that Adge’s parents sat him down, and explained their situation. They were going to lose the farm; it had been losing money for years, and a poor harvest, combined with several mechanical failures on large equipment, had drained their savings to the point of near insolvency.

Adge couldn’t believe it, and he vowed to work harder to make up for it, but his parents had another plan in mind. They had been in contact with several universities, showing game footage, and character footage, of him, in an attempt to get him a scholarship. Part of it was selfish, in that it would mean one less mouth to feed, and one less body to house, but they also saw the potential in Adge he hadn’t seen in himself. In the end, one university had accepted, and Adge’s eyes went wide as he saw the glossy red folder laid out before him. Elion University.

University Life:

There was no choice to make, it had been made for him, reinforced by the knowledge that his parents already had a buyer lined up for the farm, and it would be sold before summer’s end, so he had to go. So Adge accepted, and that was the last summer he spent on the family farm. A summer of work, friends, practice, drinking, partying, and a few underground boxing matches he’d grown famous for over the last two years. Then it was time to pack his bag, and head to London, while his family packed up and moved to a semi-detached home in Saltford, his father taking up work as a repairman.

The transition to life at Elion was nothing short of a change in worlds, for Adge. A celebrity in his hometown, he came to find he was not just a nobody in London, but a nobody low-brow, country boy, with a thick accent, and possibly thicker skull, who didn’t come from money like so many of his new classmates. He was looked down on, despite his height, by nearly everyone, and after two months he felt so out of place, he should leave. He knew crops, he knew tractors, knew hay-spreading, knew cider pressing, and definitely knew cider drinking! He didn’t know designer brands, expensive cars, fine dining, or society balls, and try as he might to fit in, the moment he would open his mouth, and his thick Somerset accent fell out, the illusion was gone. If he didn’t have money, or come from it, he hardly got a second look, except for on the court.

So that’s where Adge applied himself. If he couldn’t be accepted in London society, he would make himself accepted on the court - which he had to do, anyway, in order to maintain his scholarship! His grades suffered, barely scraping through classes, but his body and his game grew stronger. Nights which used to be made for five or six pints of cider fell to just one or two, and in some cases none, as fat melted away and muscle took its place. He would show the stuck-up twits that just because he was a farmboy, and worked part-time at Tesco, didn’t mean he couldn’t school them on the hardwood. Especially as the specter of Jake Turner hung over every player at Elion.

Jake Turner, a dynasty player who had gone on to greatness in the FBA. Everyone talked about him as if he were a god, and how much money he made. It was there that Adge made a second connection. With his grades as they were, he would have a hard time making a decent living once he graduated, but the FBA? That’s where a bloke could make some serious dosh. His dad moving from job to job to keep the family afloat reinforced the notion that he had to make the big time, and soon Adge was gunning for starter positions at shooting guard or small forward.

But there was someone in his way. Another lapine. Similar brown coloration, but vastly different in build, who was also vying for starting roles in his positions, and who already had that cool, refined air which Elion prized so much. Arther Selby.

Chalk and Cheese:

One grade up from himself, Arther had apparently gone out with illness the year before, and was back to clawing his way up from the bench, but with an intensity which Adge found surprising from such a slim, mild-mannered rabbit. Grace, speed, accuracy, a natural head for the game, he was everything Adge aspired to be on the court, but their personalities - and play styles, were chalk and cheese. Where Arther would see a hole, Adge would make one. Where Arther would fake out opponents, Adge would challenge them. And where Arther knew how to delegate a play, Adge knew how to seize control. Off the court they were different as well, Adge with his penchant for drinking and partying when he could, and Arther with his quieter, more reserved lifestyle. Before he knew it, Adge began to harbor resentment for his fellow lapine, seeing him as a barrier to his own success, despite Arther being something of a country boy like himself.

That outlook was not lost on their coach, who pulled Adge aside after a game, and gave him a dressing down for his aggressive moves on the court, stealing play opportunities from Arther, which cost them the game by two points. But after the reprimand came an opportunity. Arther would play small forward, with Adge as his shooting guard. They would have to play with each other instead of against each other, no longer battling for the same role.

It was a recipe for success, for a while, with the two lapines finding a way to complement, instead of contrast, each other - but it was only on the court. Away from the game, each had their own circle of friends, with vastly different lifestyles, and it wasn’t long before Adge started to grow jealous of how easily a fellow country boy like Arther had slipped into the higher levels of Elion society. That jealousy reared its head again mid-season, as Adge began bucking for big plays to put himself over the top, and gain more attention. He got it, but it came at the expense of branding himself as a showoff, which further pushed him out of the social circles he desired to be part of.

Ironically, it was Arther who suggested that Adge stop resenting his rural upbringing, and instead embrace it. It was part of who Adge was, his boisterous, gregarious nature, and Adge accepted. After all, why should he try and be something he wasn’t, when he could simply become the best version of himself? The sheer fact that Arther had pulled him aside to say that made Adge take a better look at himself, and who he really wanted to be. He didn’t want to be some preppie, upper-class twit. He wanted to be Adge Martin, the Proper Job from Shepton Mallet.

By the end of the season, jealousy was gone, and the two lapines had become a unit, instead of competitors. There were jokes among the press, and fellow students, that Arther was Adge’s little brother, as the hare and rabbit had similar color, yet Adge had five inches and a good seventy pounds on him at the time. The following year, Adge watched as Arther blossomed in his final season at Elion, always there to back him up, often leading in scoring, but Arther was the star of the Elion show. And then he was gone, off to the FBA, leaving Adge to lead the team.

And lead he did. Unashamed of his farmboy vim and vigor, the big hare barked orders, high-fived, clapped his teammates on the back after good games, and sang along with them at victory parties after winning games. Powerful legs had made him famous for high jump shots and huge dunks, and those same legs - combined with his height over other shooting guards - smacked down block after block against his competitors. Lethal from mid and close range shooting, layups, and dunks, he favored them over longer threes. His aggressive play style still drew fouls when he was pushed, but a slowly-developing level head helped just enough to not get him ejected often.

He had put Shepton Mallet on the map, at Elion, and while he still drank a bit more than he ought to, his head seemed mostly screwed-on correctly - even if it was still missing a tooth from a boxing match in younger days. Elion missed the finals - but only just - under Adge’s leadership, and he felt proud of his final season with the team before graduation.

But he never lost his focus. He knew his biggest challenge lay ahead. The FBA was where he needed to be, and with that star power, and that kind of money, he could set his family up in a good home, and his dad wouldn’t have to worry about work anymore. And, if things went well, he might even be able to buy back the family farm.

The Olympian

Selected as an alternate for the 2020 Olympics for Great Britain, Adge was called up the day before the team was set to leave, as another player went out on injury. Awestruck, the hare agreed, and was on the team's flight to Tokyo, where he found himself in a bit over his head, and starstruck. But as the team came together, Adge focused upon his play, performing well for the bench for Team GB, typically rivaling, or exceeding, starter Alphonse Norwich IV. But with a loss to Canada in the group stage, Team GB's hopes for gold were dashed, and they were eliminated in the quarter finals by South Korea, who would go on to take Bronze. Disheartened at first at not being able to bring gold home to his nation, Adge soon came to the realization that he had been up against some of the best players in the world, and had still made a good account of himself. Nothing more could be expected of a British gentleman, even if he was a farmboy at heart. Bearing that in mind, he doubled down in his remaining time in Tokyo, training to get himself in shape for the rookie combine only a few days later!