OBASNAJO, ISSAC

[Issac Obasanjo]

Your OOC Name: Forge

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Name: Issac Obasanjo

Age: 21

Birth Date: 1st March, 2068

Height: 6'1

Weight: 180 lbs

Skin color: Brown

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Build: Widely build and tightly defined, graceful yet powerful.

Psychological Evaluation: First observations indicate the subject is wary of others, verging on a total distrust of strangers and borderline paranoia. Also indicates signs of intense mental fortitude and strength as well as an ability to compertmentalise and put off negative emotions i.e stress, anger, fear etc. Deeper analysis indicates an ingrained inferirority complex and possible self esteem issues, manifested in a lack of conversational or social skills. Very serious and determined when faced with work, when not given appropriate stimuli often relapses into exmaning intricate machinery and other items of technological complexity.  

Volunteer? N

Brief History: Raised by a factory worker and an agriculutre worker Issac was born into a family of pure mediocrocy, with neither of his parents particulary pushing him to do well in school or do well at anything at all really. He did poorly in his later years at school and was handed a job working in the factories, specifically working on making cogs and gears for larger agriculture machinery. He appeared on the militaries radar when he increased his workstations efficiency by 87% by simply altering a simple gearshift and belt within the machine he used, increasing his workload massivley, a problem that the factory didn't even realise they had. 

[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 Elemental Transmutation, which will allow you to change or alter the chemical compounds of a substance and rearrange the atoms of a structure. This power is most effective when you are at a distance from your target and able to assess and determine the best course of attack. This ability manifests itself in changing chemical structures to induce reactions (make something explode or disintegrate), speed up chemical reactions (double the speed of a lightning or fire attack), or change a physical state (ex water into ice, wet mud into a hard surface). Your abilities are mostly only limited to your creativity, though your focus can only be on altering one thing at a time (turning, for instance, a pond into an ice rink would require your constant channeling and therefore drain your energy). Ample time and distance are required, as you are unable to do any transmutation at the snap of your fingers, and when you are too close to your target the effects of your ability may affect you. It is to be noted that this ability is only applicable to objects. .

We are your new family now. Unica above all.

[Roman Lyons]

Roman Lyons leaned against the wall beside the new private's bed with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyelids partly closed. He'd forgotten to bring a book, and wasn't feeling the chair, so instead he stood there patiently waiting for the new guy to wake up. Well...he may have been dozing.

The man on the bed made a noise and Roman's eyes snapped open. Though no one likely noticed, the chair beside the bed hovered off of the ground, and if Lyons hadn't quickly calmed it would have gone careening at whatever it was he thought was his enemy.

Roman cleared his throat.

"Private Obasanjo. Welcome to Gamma Base. Come with me." When the new guy could manage, Roman was leading him away, out of the white-washed room, through cement-wall corridors, and then to another, bigger, white-washed room. Lyons closed to door behind them. They stood in a small lobby, and within the larger part of the room was a towering block of cement. It just sat there. Nothing special to see here.

"You have the ability to transmutate the elements." Romans said casually. He pointed towards the big block. "Your task is to turn that into dust." And with that, the Specialist stepped out of the room, not wishing to fall victim to any...possible flukes.

[Issac Obasanjo]

It was harsh chemical lighting. The light he had known all his life. What was his life? Why couldn't he remember? He knew he was Issac Obasanjo, he knew that he was alive. But that was all.

His eyes fluttered open and were greeted by the sight of a powerfully built man, standing over his bed, his eyes cemented on Issac. He glanced around trying to assess his surroundings. Bare walls. Bare room. Chair. Door. Floating table. Large m- Floating table? He heard a soft sound and saw the table was now safely obeying the laws of gravity. What is this place

"Private Obasanjo. Welcome to Gamma Base. Come with me."

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his head and his vision began to fuzz, lights fogging his vision. He took a few seconds to steady himself and then nodded at the man. Without another word the mystery man opened the door and began a brisk march out into the unknown.

Concrete corridors. Underground at least. Walks like a military man. Must be military. Private Obasanjo. What is this? Can't be PPP. Why would they pick me for Davenport's experiment

The military man opened a door at the end of the corridor they were in and walked inside, Issac followed. It was the same as the room as the bed, white walls and void of anything except a massive block of concrete. 

"You have the ability to transmutate the elements."

Issac's thoughts went from 100 miles per hour to stopping completely.

"Your task is to turn that into dust."

With that, he left leaving Issac, a massive block of concrete and a thousand and one questions, all needing answers. Issac looked down at his hand then the block. "Dust. Okay. A big block of concrete to dust with nothing but my mind. Okay." He circled the block, looking for cracks or imperfections to exploit somehow. There was nothing. A seamless and perfectly smooth block of solid concrete. Issac extended his left hand and formed into a fist, facing the block simply pictured the block crumbling to dust. "This better work." He muttered as he focused on the mental image. He closed his eyes and held his hand steady, pouring all his concentration into the idea of the block shattering and falling into a dusty pile. 

There was a surge of power in his head, like a whooshing of a faint wind through his mind. He felt the faint power course down to his shoulders and through his left arm and group in his closed fist. Focusing on the faint tingling in his fist and keeping the picture of the dust clear in his mind he opened his hand felt the power pour out. 

He let his arm drop and opened his eyes. Before him lay a large but neat pile of very fine grey dust. 

[Roman Lyons]

Roman watched with a grim expression as the new Private gathered himself and then completed the task. His lips twitched, and he reached up to wipe his cheek with the back of his hand, both the quiet man's way of containing a bubbling mirth that made him want to grin from ear to ear and even laugh. No, Lyons was too serious for that.

The Specialist entered the room, marveling wordlessly and expressionlessly at the dust beneath his feet, and then raised his pleased brown eyes up to Obasanjo.

"Mission complete." His tone was utterly dull, totally masking the truth of his excitement at this new recruits power. It was ingenious. And he was in the Phoenix unit. The endless possibilities climbed a shiver up Roman's spine.

"Come with me."

Lyons proceeded to give Isaac a very thorough tour of the base. Whereas with other recruits he often cut to the chase and finished it quickly, Lyons took his time with this one, and spoke likely more than he ever had before. He still didn't smile and chat, but he certainly did do his best to make Isaac feel...important. Because to Lyons, he was.

A S S I G N M E N T S

Unit: Phoenix
Unit Configuration: Sniper
Work: Cook's Assistant