[center][h3][color=00ff00] Father Thomas Alexander[/color][/h3]

[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4978400]Link to Character Sheet[/url]

Location: Cathedral of Christ the King, Atlanta, GA[/center]

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Thomas started thinking about vocation as he exited the Bishop’s office. He was still a priest, but one that could not preside at Mass, administer the Sacraments, nor do official church business. He like a hand full of priests across the world had been impacted by the event a week ago. Now he found himself stuck in the slow churning bureaucracy that was the church.  

“Until we get to the root of this...,” the Bishop had said leaving Thomas with room and board, a little pocket money, and way too much time on his hands. After a month of being board he was invited to come down to Savannah. As like many organizations, the church had its public face that was officially worried about people using powers in an abusive way against others, governments making them into super soldiers, and the theological implications. In private, the church worried about finances, the instantaneous loss of church members meant that there would be big changes. It also worried that governments would take things into their own hands and be immoral to those with powers now, people like Thomas.

Unofficially, the church had been involved with some illegal but not immoral activities. Many a stranger passing through the Benedictine Priory of Savannah they were welcomed, fed and clothed, and helped on their way either northward towards Atlanta or other port cities where immigrants are welcomed and less questions asked. Now the church was gearing up to help those with powers that were fleeing or trying to move undetected. The financial crunch meant that elements of the church would be welcoming money from different sources, including drug smuggling or other illegal means while officially condemning such activities. 

Since the event the crime rate has dramatically increased. 

As he walked out of the church trying to catch his breath, a text message came in, “Bring the van, down when you come.”  

Thomas sighed. His powers had manifested in small ways at this point. Fixing a coffee cup his mother gave him that broke was the first thing. Since then, he has tried using his powers to fix other things. Things around the church, things in the neighborhood, and things in the parish thrift store. All this he did in secret, away from the sight of others. 

As he went to get the keys for the van, he wondered what he was getting himself into.