DALEY, TAVIS

[Tavis Daley]

Your OOC Name: Frankie

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Name: Tavis Daley

Age: 30

Birth Date: January 12th, 2059

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 154lbs

Skin color: White

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Gray

Build: Toned and leanly muscular, long torso.

Psychological Evaluation: Very charming in a disarming way. Does not often adhere to expected personal space boundaries. Clear Borderline Personality Disorder. Intense emotional reactions across the entire spectrum. *Watch for explosively aggressive bouts of anger, often triggered by seemingly insignificant things.

Volunteer? N

Brief History: Tavis lived a relatively normal life, if a bit more unstable than most. Always an emotional child, he got into trouble frequently for getting into fights when other kids teased him. At 16 he was given a career in the Water Treatment Facility, and received decent grades in job performance evaluations.  Partnered with his first mate at 18, fathered four children with her before she left him for another man 6 years later. Tavis then became partners with his second mate at 25, and third at 26, fathering multiple children with both women. Reports of shouting and domestic abuse from the household, though both women claimed nothing was amiss when patrols were sent to investigate the patrols remained unconvinced. Both women were reported as being seen with bruises, one being admitted to the hospital for a laceration on her forehead, but neither spoke up against him and they continued to have his children so the matter was dropped. Tavis was taken into custody for power experimentation at age 30 for his physical fitness and strength, and because his explosive emotions could present a potentially beneficial berserker-type fighting style on the battlefield.

[That One Girl]

W E L C O M E T O G A M M A B A S E

You have successfully survived the experimentation process. Unfortunately, due to the nature of the surgeries, your old memories have been lost. Your awakened power is that of Electrostatic Manipulation, which will allow you to create electrical charges, including (but not limited to) striking targets with lightning. The closer the target, the more powerful the surge can be. Cannot directly target anything beyond thirty yards. Can, however, send electric waves through the ground and effect people or objects up to 100 yards away. These currents or direct targeting can result in explosions and/or fires.

We are your new family now. Unica above all.

[Roman Lyons]

When Private Daley came to he would find himself in a room full of white. If his eyes were strong enough to keep scanning, he would discover a man lounging in a chair pulled up to the side of his bed. The man had a book in his hands and seemed perfectly content to keep reading it, even as Daley began to make noise as he likely moved to sit up.

Roman struggled against the desire to completely ignore the new recruit. He was in an excellent chapter. Remembering his duty, however, he pried his brown gaze from the small black letters and raised them to the new recruit who he had the pleasure--or so he was told it was--to welcome to the world in his new form.

"Private Daley." Roman nodded as he said the name. "I am Specialist Lyons. Once you can make it to your feet I'll take you to the training room so you can test out your new abilities." Roman of course had seen his chart and knew what they were. If Daley didn't feel it and recognize it, Lyons would tell him on the way to the training room.

Upon arrival, Daley would find himself in a large white room with layers of targets, the closest ones moving from side to side, the furthest ones stationary. Lyons opened his hand towards the targets.

"Give your new powers a spin." For the first time since Daley woke up Roman smiled at him, a smile that spoke volumes about this new life Daley had chosen. The Specialist then retreated, putting a metal door and a concrete wall between himself and this new recruit. It could be scary when they first got a hang of what they could do, and Roman wasn't about to be fried.

[Tavis Daley]

Tavis ached. His head was pounding, his mouth dry, and he had a strange tingling buzz running along his skin.  His mind was fuzzy, stuffed with cotton.  Where the hell was he?  What was this place?  He groaned and sat up slowly, eyes bleary from the anesthetic wearing off.  He jumped in surprise when the man spoke, getting a small electric shock from the hospital bed he sat in as he did so.

"Abilities?" he asked in a raspy voice, clearing his throat.  Lyons told him, and Tavis' forehead wrinkled.  Electrostatic Manipulation?  He thought of the shock he'd gotten, the buzz crawling over his skin like a purring cat.  He didn't remember having anything like that... though he didn't really remember anything else, either.

Still confused as hell, but with no other options left to him, Tavis followed Specialist Lyons to the training room.  He took note of the man retreating to safety and his fists involuntarily clenched.  He wasn't some animal on the verge of a rampage!  Sparks of electricity crackled around his fists and he stared down at them in awe, his anger forgotten.  So it was true.  He had... abilities.  He had power.

Tavis looked up at the nearest target, only ten feet away, and focused on his hands, on the static building within them.  It took a few minutes of concentration and failed attempts at harnessing the power, but finally he held out his hand and a surge of electricity burst from his fingers like a blinding rope and missed the target, instead hitting the floor a couple of yards away, sending up showers of sparks.

Even though he missed, Tavis let out an exhilarated laugh.  This was amazing!  Raw, unbridled power!  Even without his memory - a fact that hardly bothered him in the face of this new power - he knew in his heart he'd never felt such a rush.  He could feel the electricity pulsing in his heart, vibrating through his very veins.  It felt strange, but utterly right.  He was meant for this power.  He was meant for this life.

Tavis let loose a few more bolts of electricity, and on the fourth one he finally hit a target and it burst into flames, drawing another cackle of pleasure from Tavis.  He turned to the viewing window from where Lyons was watching and grinned a huge grin.  "Do you have powers like this too?" he asked, his voice loud so he could be heard through the glass.  "Are there more like me?"

[Roman Lyons]

Roman watched with a satisfied smirk as the new recruit found his new self and immediately formed an acceptance for it. Not everyone worked that way. Some recruits became afraid of themselves, or freaked out. Roman had had to control a dangerous situation with a new recruit testing their power more than once. It pleased him to see how swiftly Daley took to it.

Lyons entered into the room, immediately feeling the static electricity in the air, making the hair on his neck--and likely all over his body--stand on edge. He met Daley grin for grin.

"Not exactly like yours." Roman said casually, and then raised his eyebrows. It would perhaps take a moment, but Travis would look down and realize his feet were no longer on the floor, that he was hovering a few inches from the ground. And then he added, "And yes, there are more like us." He replaced Daley to the ground and motioned for him to follow.

Lyons proceeded to give Daley a tour of the Gamma Base, telling him that he was now a part of the Phonix Unit, which Lyons was a leader of, and then proceeding to go over the new Private's schedule as well as what his general lifestyle now looked like. He assigned Daley his position in the Phoenix unit, as well as his job. Questions were answered, brief and stunted conversation was had, and at the end of their time Daley was left in his barracks to grow acquainted with his new team.

A S S I G N M E N T S

Unit: Phoenix
Unit Configuration: Artillery
Work: Dishwasher