SESAY, DAMEON

[Dameon Sesay]

Your OOC Name: Krem

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Name: Dameon Sesay

Age: 23

Birth Date: April 23, 2065

Height: 6’2

Weight: 172lbs

Skin color: Carmel brown

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Hazel

Build: Athletic, lean though strong

Psychological Evaluation: A hard worker when pressed, severely lazy when allowed to be. Though fiercely determined when he puts his mind to things. Serious at times, but more often than not, he’s more laid back. He likes to hide his vast intelligence behind a hastily constructed barrier of sarcasm. Meticulously detail oriented.

Volunteer? Y

Brief History: Raised by a doctor and a factory worker, Dameon had a rather interesting childhood. Being taught that hard work and dedication were important, but perhaps not everything. He received good marks in school, but never wanted to stand out, throwing tests and coming in at an average level, much to his doctor mother’s horror. Once he was old enough, he was placed in a factory job, much like his father. Working a tech line, putting things together, or working on the tiny microchips contained in them. This soon became boring for him though, and Dameon decided to enlist in the military, leaving his two mates and his two children, with one on the way. He also hopes that this will be a better way to serve Unica as he has begun to feel guilty for not giving them his best when he was in school.

[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. Your awakened power is that of Flyrokinesis, which will allow you to generate powerful force-fields. These force-fields are most potent when used to block attacks against you, but they can also be projected onto targets you wish to protect, as long as that target is within 100 yards. The closer the target, the stronger the force-field. This power is only defensive.

We are your new family now. Unica above all.

[Roman Lyons]

Lyons stood beside the bed of the powered, waiting for him to wake up. Roman didn't have as much patience for the male recruits. He expected strength and perfection, and anything less warranted his disdain.

When Private Sesay's eyelids opened, Lyons immediately snapped,

"Follow me." He of course would wait for the Private to orient himself, but he did so over by the door. He would not return any chatty words, only lead the new Private to the training room. It was a large room with high ceilings and white walls. Five men stood at alert, all holding guns.

"We're going to orient you to your power rather quickly, Private Sesay." Lyons told the man, reserving judgement until he got to see the new powered in action. "You have the ability to create force-fields around yourself and others. Go stand over there." Once Sesay moved, the men with guns would then stand in a firing line...obviously prepared to shoot their weapons at him. For the new Private this would quickly turn into a do or die.

But then Lyons did something unpredictable.

He followed Sesay over to the other side of the room, to the other side of the pointed guns.

"Your task within the military will be more than to fend for yourself just yourself. You will learn firstaid, and the safety of your entire unit will rest in your hands." Lyon's met Sesay's light eyes with his dark ones. "Keep your unit alive."

He would give the new Private a short moment to orient himself, a short moment to figure out how to manage his power...and then he would raise his hand for the men to start firing at them.

[In the event that you switch things up and choose to not have Sesay get a hold on his power in time to save them, Lyons will stop them from dying using his telekinesis. ]

[Dameon Sesay]

Dameon hovered in the black nothingness of unconsciousness. A fleeting thought that he was dead went by. He was dead. Whatever they had done to him had killed him. At least it had been in the service of Unica. Or attempted service anyway. But then Dameon slowly started coming around, and his eyelids fluttered open. He focused on the sound of the snap, seeing another man standing beside the bed he lay on. An order was given then, and Dameon just followed it with little hesitation. He was there with a reason, he wasn’t about to disobey someone who he assumed was a superior officer.

Rising to his feet, just a bit unsteadily, he followed the man into another room. Dameon woke up more as he walked, though he did not say anything to the man. He blinked at the brightness of the large white room, but then fixed his light gaze to the men with the guns. Dameon looked to the man again and listened to him, and then nodded. “Yes sir.” he said, and walked to the other side of the line without thinking about it, because he knew if he did, his mind would scream at him to not to.

Force fields… Sure he could handle that. Or he’d die. Then the man walked over to stand next to him, and spoke again. Shielding himself was one thing, but to shield another when he had no idea what he was doing? No pressure, right? He nodded again though and turned to look at the men with the guns. Okay… Force field. I can do this. Just get my power going…

He felt nothing. No power, no nothing.

He had no more time to figure it out before the men raised their guns and fired. Dameon’s hands went up to shield his face from the impending doom, unknowingly throwing up a force field as well. Bullets hit the shield and dropped harmlessly to the floor. Dameon lowered his hands once the gunfire stopped. Disbelief flooded him, but he didn’t let it show as he looked at the man. “Was that satisfactory, sir?” he asked him. Dameon was just happy it had worked. He just didn’t know how it had. Yet.

[Roman Lyons]

Roman had been sure he would have to intervene. His heart slammed in his chest as the sound of the guns went off, and just as he was about to throw up his hand, Dameon did instead, stopping the bullets and saving both of their lives. Quite the way to start a relationship, don't you think?

Lyons raised a brow at the new Private's cocky question, and coldly responded,

"It'll do." He hadn't trusted him to be able to do it, which was why he'd almost acted himself, but Sesay had proved himself today. He would be a good addition to the Phoenix unit.

Lyons dismissed the firing squad and then led Dameon on a quick tour of the facilities, assigning him his unit and work duty. Before Lyons left Sesay, the Specialist stopped in front of the Private, caught his eyes, and told him.

"You are a part of my team. I am expecting great things from you." It was a secret praise, and a not so secret expectation laid onto Sesay's shoulders. He would be watched. He would be judged. Lyons was eager to discover whether this man with a power somewhat similar to his was worthy of the honor. He hoped so.

A S S I G N M E N T S

Unit: Phoenix
Unit Configuration: Healer
Work: Custodian