human au archimedes headcanons (applies to general human au and hs au, mostly)
he’s like. mid 20s. he’s a fuckign genius who was able to start college early and get a degree in mathematics &. physics with a side-along program in teaching
he plans to go for a Ph.D. in pure math (where he’s at in main human au)
trans man, no-ops. named himself Symeon after an extended family member. accepts being called Simon. mostly just goes by Archimedes bc he used to get made fun of for that being his last name as a kid and started using it as his main name out of petulance. and bc before he came out it was easier to go by his last name. now hes just Archimedes out of habit and will sometimes take a second to realize its him being addressed when someone calls him Symeon.
hasn’t spoken to his parents in ages and paid his own way thru education
has worked more part-time jobs than anyone should ever have to work, is notoriously bad with food service and retail because he gets to the “done with peoples shit” point very fast and starts being an asshole. ends up getting most money as a part-time tutor and, when he gets into grad school, research stipends.
gets tattoos when he’s stressed and has spare cash. he currently has tattoos starting on his right shoulder and spreading down his arm and across his chest, skirting the sides of the breast. It’s all mathematical designs, from geometric diagram to biomechanical-theme patterns. His first one was a golden ratio spiral centered over his right shoulder and it just spread from there. As such when he’s teaching or TA-ing he usually wears long sleeve button-ups, and just rolls the sleeves up to his elbow when it’s hot. he’s rarely seen in short sleeves or god forbid tank tops unless he’s completely off work and not planning on doing anything teaching-adjacent.
has an alcohol tolerance that terrifies anyone who sees him in action. has an equal amount of “things that happened to me while i was drunk” stories.
runs a math blog and has quite a few published papers in various journals. Works on the millennium prize problems in his spare time for fun.
lives in a dinky-ass studio apartment thats like 80% robot parts strewn around and projects in progress stuck in bookshelf shelves. the walls are covered in paper and scrawlings thereupon because he writes down any interesting thought he wants to explore later and just set up his apartment for him to be able to do so. the end result is it looks kind of like a serial killers house just because who the fuck tapes butcher paper across their walls fckin loon. no one comes to his house bc hes aware it looks like a crime scene so he doesnt invite people over, what very few friends he has.
