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Damian Nicholas Oliver
FACE CLAIM: Chris Wood♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: SPD Patrol Officer
♦ THE ABILITY ♦
POWER:Reactive Adaptation
The ability to physically adapt to immediate threats.
Adaptations Included thus far:
- gills to prevent drowning (takes between twenty and sixty seconds to complete adaptation, as this is the time it takes until submersion)
- increased body temperature in frigid conditions (takes a minute and thirty-two seconds for regulation)
- decreased body temperature in suffocating heat (same as increased temp.)
- increased oxygen in high altitudes (at most a minute to adapt)
- skin changes to prevent severe burns (roughly takes about a minute and twenty-four seconds to cover whole body, less if only trying to cover one body part)
LIMITATIONS:
-This ability is only triggered in dangerous circumstances, meaning he cannot call upon his ability whenever he chooses.
-Adaptations exclude being shot, cut or breaking a limb
-This ability cannot adapt to any internal medical problems such as; heart failure, disease or brain damage.
-Some reactions maybe delayed longer than others (see above for times it takes for adaptation to form)
SIDE-EFFECTS:
-Once the adaptation has taken its course, it lingers for hours, how many hours depends on the adaptation which means that in some cases he needs to adapt to his adaptation in order to not further his pain or discomfort. Once the danger has subsided for long enough and his body understands it is no longer in harm's way, he can return to normal routine.
-Weak immune system
-Migraines and muscle pain
-Strange sleeping patterns (ranging from sleeping all day to not sleeping for several days)
-The main side effect to this ability is the pain, it can feel almost like physical torture, however it only lasts as long as the adaptation takes to complete itself.
♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
The scene is painted as such; there's a family sitting around the table. Two men who resemble each other - tall with dark hair and blue eyes, a small, blonde woman in stature and a child who is the perfect mix of one of the men and this woman. Brothers, a spouse and a baby boy. They're all laughing, the youngest man cooing and tickling the little boy while the older brother and his wife watch with affectionate smiles. The edges of the scene are cloudy, blurred. And the voices start drifting away as Damian's eyes open to a cold apartment with broken heating and stark walls.
It's always the same dream. I'm always surrounded by this family that has to be out there, but that I've never met. I have a brother, I know that much. I can sometimes remember him, he looks a lot like me. And I feel like I know the woman he's with, the familiarity of the scene is sickening. I think it's part of my ability, my mind adapting to the harmful realization that my life isn't all that great.
Being bitter has always been a specialty of mine, bitter with my parents for bailing, bitter with the system for tossing me around from home to home, never settling in just one. If I hadn't manifested, I'm not sure what I would have become. Most of my foster families expected me to end up dead. I've always had this thing with putting myself into dangerous situations, you could say it got worse once my ability manifested.
When I manifested, it was just me seeking attention, I guess. My foster family had a pool, dozens of kids and hardly any patience for the reckless ones. I wanted to go swimming, I was thirteen and had energy to burn off. Well, of course that meant it had to be a group thing. They were busy watching the younger kids, making sure that they didn't accidentally drown. I don't think they realized I was even underwater. I wanted to see how long I could go underwater. One of the kids kicked me in the stomach while I was under and, well, I got quite the gulp of water. If my adaptation hadn’t kicked in less than a minute after, I probably would have ended up floating in their pool for all the other kids to see. Instead, they got to witness ‘gill boy.’ It took only about four days for the men in black suits came to get me (I'm kidding, they were actually wearing blue suits). Much as I wasn’t looking forward to going to the freak school, I was thrilled to be taken from that shit show.
School was better than I expected. I joined a few teams, made friends, wasn’t looked at like I had grown five heads (although I did sort of expect an adaptation like that with the way people constantly seemed to picture it). I was a good-looking kid, had no problem attracting anyone and I definitely didn’t have a problem with turning anyone down until it got serious. Commitment is a scary thing.
I skated by in classes, never really applied myself until I realized that I wanted to be something bigger than the kid who only made it into college because of a football scholarship. The last few years at Bellefonte, I maintained a B average, with the occasional A here and there.
The moment I graduated, I enlisted. I needed to put my ability to use, I needed a place to put all of my pent up anger and bitterness. And the military became the only family I knew. I had been dating a girl when I enlisted and after some heavy discussion, she chose the military lifestyle with me. We got married way too soon, but before I realized what I was setting myself up for it was too late. My son was born into a family that was never going to last. We divorced after only two years and she took him with her because I was in no position to be raising a kid on my own. Not with the line of work I chose. She’s hell bent on keeping him away from me to this day, but, ya know, the court isn’t as petty as she is.
I’d been considering getting out of the military for a while, I never wanted to be a lifer. That’s when I found out about TFC. It was the closest thing to a real life that I was going to have. It provided me with a family unit still, one of the many reasons I stayed in the military, and it still gave me a chance to protect people which was surprisingly one of the only things I was good at despite being perhaps a little selfish. In the military I was part of the bomb squad more or less, I knew the ins and outs of anything having to do with bombs. I also had a dog that was as well-trained as I was. I think that was what made me go into the police force as part of the K9 unit. Koda was as ready for it as I was.
And uh, well, that’s my life now I guess. I keep shitty people from doing shitty things here in Oregon. Jace is living with his mom just a few towns over (she couldn’t stand the thought of making something easy for me by keeping him in Stagfort). I live in a shitty studio apartment, despite being able to afford better, I find that it keeps girls from getting too comfortable. It works for the weekends that I get to see my son though. I’m twenty-eight with the mind of a sixteen year old still I guess, but what can ya do, right? I never had the influence of a decent human being, why should I be expected to be one just because I know what’s right and wrong?
♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Trix
AGE GROUP: I'm a baby
EXPERIENCE: About half of my life, which is kinda hard to believe
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Mel did it
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