Name: Harley Hill
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Location: Washington, DC
Appearance:
[img]http://i.imgur.com/wE98FNc.png?1[/img]

Personality: 
Quiet...kinda. The voices are loud, always talking. Always ignored. Some say twitchy, no wait, uh- yeh, most everybody says twitchy. Paranoid? Maybe. Cautious? Definitely. He wants to hold a decent conversation, but the voices are too loud. Yeh, always too loud, can't tell which ones are persons in front of him or inside of him.The teachers said he was nice, mom and dad too. It was- 'A little bit quiet, but a nice kid,'- if i recall correctly. But no, he was never quiet.

Bio:
Mom. Dad. A sister? Maybe? Might have just been another voice. But Mom and Dad, for sure. They raised him right. Raised him the good ol' American way. The Christian way.They told him magic was off limits, but he snuck off to toss around a few rocks, float a stray cat, or roll a bolder around the homestead. However, home, The Great Lone Star State, was far from here. He came to DC for a job, and kinda hoped the voices would stop if he left home. The job? Government Agent... What? I'm serious,he was a desk clerk for the Department of Homeland Security. Had a nice government funded condo, with a nice government funded car, and a nice government funded friend. Dr. Schofield, great guy. Never laughed when Harley told him about the voices, just gave him pills. Those were cool, voices took a nap for a short bit after each one, but he couldn't float the TV remote over during.

Power: Psychic, the voices sound weird and the pickup range is variable, some voices are plain fake but give interesting advice. Also, he's pretty sure hes related to that Mustached Kangaro-thing from that evolving mini-monsters game his parents never let him play, with the things always moving when he wanted to and stopping -rather abruptly- if he didn't want it any closer.
Family: Hasn't seen Mom and Dad for a while, hope they're fine.
Friends: Dr. Schofield.
Sentimental Attachment: Dad's old work hat.