[Sam Harper]

Samuel Ashton Harper
FACE CLAIM: Dylan O'Brien

♦ THE BASICS ♦

AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: College Student

♦ THE ABILITY ♦

POWER: (This section is courtesy of Trix, all credit goes to her) Intuitive Polygraphy
The ability to detect when someone is lying. This specific ability is based on both intuition and the difference in pulse (he can't so much as hear the pulse change, it's more that he feels the vibrations of the pulse and feels when it changes).

LIMITATIONS:
Sam doesn't have super sensitive hearing, and he can't calculate off the top of his head how fast someone's heart beats regularly, but he can find infractions with the steadiness of someone's heart. The vibrations that come off are mimicked by his own heart beat and therefore he can tell when a lie is being told. The severity of a lie can't be told by this, nor does this ability work on someone with immense control of their emotions that can keep their heart rate steady. Those with pacemakers are also exempt from his ability. He also can't tell the reason behind the lie or anything further than the fact that it is a lie.

SIDE-EFFECTS:
- Sam himself cannot lie. While his ability seems physical, the part of the brain that allows for secrets and lies was mutated in some way to keep him from executing a fib or a little white lie as with any other lie. If asked a direct question that he knows the answer to, he either answers with the whole truth or he doesn't speak because he doesn't want to give it away (his will power is only so strong though)
- The constant stress his heart is put under from mimicking the pulse of others' can later on down the road create severe health problems.
- Chest pains are common if exposed to too many lies in secession (like being around Alex for too long)
- Panic attacks are also possible from the consistent heart-stuttering
- Can develop an anxiety disorder

♦ THE FREEFORM ♦

Look, I'm a good guy. No really, I literally can't lie. I honestly think I'm a well adjusted young man, despite my neuroses (which includes Alex, by the way. Fuckin' Alex). Sure, I'm awkward. Hell, if a book about awkwardness was ever to be written, I would probably be raking in royalties by now. But I get by. I mean I blurt whatever's at the top of my head at the most random and inappropriate times, but hey, who hasn't right?

I'm a twin, unfortunately. I didn't get to just absorb Alex in the womb. Even then she was a stubborn little fuck. Of course, me being the firstborn (two minutes but still) still got on her nerves. Which kind of satisfies me, to be honest. There I go again, like I have a choice.

So about that, you know how Spider Man got his powers after being bitten by a radioactive spider and Superman is an alien that crash landed on Earth and Wolverine was born with retractable spikes? You know what they all have in common? They're actually cool because of the abilities they have. Me? A messed up genetic code makes me unable to lie. It physically makes me ill to do so. I mean sure, I've been able to know when people lie to me since I was...uh...fourteen? But I mean damn, universe. That is such a lame ass superpower.

And of course Alex gets the better ability. She can fucking hack into anything she wants without even blinking. And yes, that usually means I'm the victim of her hacking. So she lords this cool ability over me while making me constantly have stomach ulcers because she keeps lying to everyone around us.

We were taken away from our parents when I uh...accidentally tattled on Alex a few days after our fourteenth birthday. I swear, it was on accident! It wasn't like I could control my abilities! It just manifested, alright? Then like...three days after, these dudes came talking about a school where "other children with abilities just like yours" are being held captive. Well, that was what I thought when I heard their recruitment spiel. Mom and dad looked at me like I was some kind of rabid animal. And then they rounded on Alex who I still think blames me for being sent away. In all honesty, the recruiters did us a favour. I wasn't going to keep on living with people who thought we were fucking monsters.

My first year at Bellefonte was excruciating. I know, I know. I sound dramatic but that was the god honest truth. I was a damn snitch, I actually don't quite blame people for bullying me. Sure, it wasn't my fault and I still wasn't able to control my abilities but who likes a snitch, am I right?

Shoved in lockers, pushed into pools, my clothes strewn all over the courtyard every other day, my Bunsen burner exploding in my face that one time. Yeah that was pleasant. It got to a point where I had to beg the school to let me be tutored and trained personally so I didn't have to interact with anyone outside of my dorm. So for three years, my only human interaction was with my tutors and Alex. People tried to still bother me but Alex helped set up an almost impenetrable system where I would be alerted when someone tried to get near me. Yeah, I had a wonderful adolescence, couldn't you tell?

Somehow, I did survive with my training intact. Every time I have the urge to tell the truth about something, I'd usually be able to hide it behind a cough or under my breath, instead of blurting it out. It's a struggle and the migraines I get almost make me want to kill myself but I still had Alex. The little fucker was still a pain in my ass but she was the only person I wanted in my corner.

I'm trying my best to integrate with society now and so far it's worked so I'm hoping I won't get lynched any time soon.

♦ THE PLAYER ♦

USERNAME: Queen Heaux Nu
AGE GROUP: Late twenties
EXPERIENCE: Too long
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Special broadcast xD

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