Post by Damian Truwick on Jun 22, 2009 1:36:24 GMT -5
Super alias: N/A
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 26
Height: 5'6"
Physique: Damian works out, but has never been able to put on much bulk. He's stuck with a square, lightly muscled build. He has longish medium-brown hair and muddled blue eyes. His manner of dress usually involves jeans, a t-shirt with or without a design, and a lightweight, unbuttoned over-shirt with collar and cuffs.
Costume description: None, unless "working joe" counts.
Powers/Abilities: Essentially, Damian is able to remove the physical ailments of others by taking them upon himself. At present, it only works with people within a few feet of him. The effect is temporary if the problem is congenital. He can't yet prevent it from happening, but he recovers quickly when given time and distance, as though his body has a "reboot" function that kicks in when outside influences are removed. It would take quite a lot to actually kill him.
Home City: Walsh City
Citizen Alias: Damian Truwick
Backstory: Most "gifted" people discover their abilities around puberty or earlier. At 24, Damian was taken completely by surprise when he apparently caught a bad case of food poisoning from a fellow in a sandwich shop. The fellow went from green to pink in seconds and Damian wound up with his head between his knees just as quickly. He has since learned that the incident (on top of a long string of colds, headaches, and mysterious little cuts and bruises) was a symptom of his ability. He was sent to an institution supposedly designed to teach him what to do with it, but he skipped out after the first month. First of all, it was full of kids. Second of all, it wasn't much better than an insane asylum.
Before events in his life blew the Weird Shit-o-Meter, Damian worked a regular crap job and lived in a crap apartment with two other guys. He played football in high school, but wasn't good enough to merit scholarships and didn't have the money for college. Only the Discovery channel and Wikipedia have saved him from total ignorance. He wouldn't be caught dead at learning things, though. His roommates would never have forgiven him for being the closet geek he is. If he happened every so often to come out with a stray fact about sharks or DNA or ancient history, he always explained it as "something he'd heard somewhere." He would have flatly contradicted anyone who suggested there might be people who could fly, or move objects with their mind, or spontaneously heal from any wound.
Other: Damian is a decent-enough human being. Though he often comes off surly or brusque, he is responsible, likes people, and wants them to like him. However, his ability tends to garner more pity than respect, and he can't stand that. He keeps aloof for his sanity as well as his safety. When he can, he enjoys working out or sitting quietly with a cup of coffee and something to read.
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 26
Height: 5'6"
Physique: Damian works out, but has never been able to put on much bulk. He's stuck with a square, lightly muscled build. He has longish medium-brown hair and muddled blue eyes. His manner of dress usually involves jeans, a t-shirt with or without a design, and a lightweight, unbuttoned over-shirt with collar and cuffs.
Costume description: None, unless "working joe" counts.
Powers/Abilities: Essentially, Damian is able to remove the physical ailments of others by taking them upon himself. At present, it only works with people within a few feet of him. The effect is temporary if the problem is congenital. He can't yet prevent it from happening, but he recovers quickly when given time and distance, as though his body has a "reboot" function that kicks in when outside influences are removed. It would take quite a lot to actually kill him.
Home City: Walsh City
Citizen Alias: Damian Truwick
Backstory: Most "gifted" people discover their abilities around puberty or earlier. At 24, Damian was taken completely by surprise when he apparently caught a bad case of food poisoning from a fellow in a sandwich shop. The fellow went from green to pink in seconds and Damian wound up with his head between his knees just as quickly. He has since learned that the incident (on top of a long string of colds, headaches, and mysterious little cuts and bruises) was a symptom of his ability. He was sent to an institution supposedly designed to teach him what to do with it, but he skipped out after the first month. First of all, it was full of kids. Second of all, it wasn't much better than an insane asylum.
Before events in his life blew the Weird Shit-o-Meter, Damian worked a regular crap job and lived in a crap apartment with two other guys. He played football in high school, but wasn't good enough to merit scholarships and didn't have the money for college. Only the Discovery channel and Wikipedia have saved him from total ignorance. He wouldn't be caught dead at learning things, though. His roommates would never have forgiven him for being the closet geek he is. If he happened every so often to come out with a stray fact about sharks or DNA or ancient history, he always explained it as "something he'd heard somewhere." He would have flatly contradicted anyone who suggested there might be people who could fly, or move objects with their mind, or spontaneously heal from any wound.
Other: Damian is a decent-enough human being. Though he often comes off surly or brusque, he is responsible, likes people, and wants them to like him. However, his ability tends to garner more pity than respect, and he can't stand that. He keeps aloof for his sanity as well as his safety. When he can, he enjoys working out or sitting quietly with a cup of coffee and something to read.