Adrian Jakmanni sat across from the City of Prague Museum. Sighing heavily he wondered how he ever got in this position. The dare his friends had made seemed like a good idea at the time. His special talents would easily allow him to slip in and out of the museum with no one the wiser. The fact the museum had recently added some pieces by his favorite artist, Alphonse Mucha, had only sweetened the pot. Now that he was here it was different. He knew what he was here to do wasn’t right and he sat staring as he warred with himself over his next actions.

Adrian felt the presence of his mother watching him. Lenya had tried so hard to give him a good life and here he was about to throw away everything she had taught him. His mind wandered back to when he was eight and he had used his hair to grasp something for the first time. His father, Crisfoff had gone into a rage. He had always suspected his son was a meta, with his pale white skin, pink eyes, and odd green hair but working in the circus his son’s freakishness had been easy to conceal. But with Adrian’s latest display and the circus’ strict no meta policy it could get them all fired. Rather than send Adrian away to live with relatives, Lenya left Cristoff and the circus and settled in Prague.

It had been difficult at times with Lenya sometimes working two jobs to make ends meet but she always found time to spend with Adrian. She had been an escape artist in the circus and taught the young Adrian many of her tricks. It was the happiest time in their lives. Cancer shattered that happiness ten years later and Adrian found himself truly alone for the first time in his life. Grieving and looking for a place to belong Adrian fell in with a bad crowd on the fringes of the local goth culture, their dark morbidity appealing to him after his loss.

Now he was sitting across from a museum contemplating breaking in and stealing something. Would true friends have ever dared him to do such a thing? He considered returning empty handed but balked at the idea. He wanted to prove he could do it and the notion of giving up gnawed at his gut.

Wrestling with the quandary he observed someone else with similar plans and, with the sure way he was going about it, it was clear he wasn’t feeling any guilt. Without quite knowing why, Adrian apprehended the burglar and, leaving him for the police, slipped off into the night. Returning with pride to his companions at the nightclub he said goodbye to the people he had called friends and went home determined to become a hero his mother could be proud of.

When the European Union announced they were forming a superhero team, Adrian saw his chance and tried out. He made the team and Slipknot was born. During the next two years he spent with the Dawnstars he discovered he had once more found a family. Despite the pain he felt at Medusa’s sudden departure and Eternity’s untimely death, Adrian had grown to love Venice and when the Dawnstars disbanded he applied for citizenship. Having wisely invested his pay as a Dawnstar, a fact he hadn’t let on to, he had enough money to purchase an old building the government auctioned off. After the assassination of three of his former teammates and attempts on the lives of others he offered the use of his home to the newly reunited team.

Adrian is a bit of a dandy. He is always out to make a strong impression. Although he spent his early years being treated as a freak, today he is rather well adjusted and has no difficulty in meeting people. He is often an amusing and affable individual. His sense of humor is often seen as a bit twisted or bizarre, though and sometimes as downright macabre. Most of his friends are a part of the neo gothic subculture, a world that Adrian has himself embraced. He enjoys playing with people’s heads. This usually centers around subtle innuendo and sarcasm or flirting with the group homophobe.

Although he seems easy going, he is actually a very serious individual. He can often be found working out in the gym or painting. The discipline instilled in his younger years allows him to focus when it’s necessary. His competitive nature drives him to be the best and he will not allow for mistakes. With the flair of a true showman, Adrian has pushed himself to be a world class escape artist, something, like his art, he takes very seriously. Adrian knows others see his powers as rather ridiculous and is determined to prove his value as a hero and as a person.

"Where’s the thrill in that?"

Slipknot’s hair is composed of an extremely strong organic steel which can elongate to 14 meters in length. He can form his hair into any number of fully functional extra limbs that are much stronger than he is naturally though still capable of very fine work. For example, Adrian has used his hair as lock picks. He is also able to manipulate his body to fit in locations most people would never dreaming of attempting to hide in and has equal control over his different limbs be they arms or hair.

Adrian is an albino with chalk white skin and light pink eyes. Despite this, he is still a very pretty man with features bordering on effeminate. He is slender with long, emerald green hair. His hair is constantly shifting and moving, giving the impression of a living thing.

As Slipknot his hair is typically tied back in a triple ponytail, one topknot and two below that. He wears a black bodysuit with puffy white sleeves, black three-fingered gloves, and handcuffs on his belt. The entire outfit has bright green piping and highlights.

As Adrian he usually dresses in a neo-gothic style. He lets his hair flow naturally free to its full five foot length and wears fancy black outfits of velvet and lace. With the white skin he could almost pass for a vampire if such things existed.