[color=slategray][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mi2pSVZ.jpg[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] L U C A S   B R A Y[/color]
[color=lightgray]L U C A S   B R A Y[/color][/center]
[/b][/h1][/sup][/CENTER][table][row][sup][h1][color=2c2c2c][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/b][CENTER][color=silver][sub][sub][sup][sub][i]"It’s Lucas, okay? For when there’s leaks in my head."[/i][/sub][/sup][/sub][/sub][/color][/CENTER][right][b]▅▅▅▅▅[/b][/right][/color][/h1][/sup][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black][color=2c2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [sub]Y E A R B O O K P H O T O[/sub] [color=2c2c2c]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/color]
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[sub][COLOR=darkgray]Lucas Emery Bray[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=darkgray]May 5[sup]th[/sup], 2004[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]19[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]Caucasian[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=darkgray]Single[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray][abbr=He/Him]♂[/abbr][/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]Asexual[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=darkgray]Toronto[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]Ontario[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=darkgray]Canada[/COLOR][/sub][/center]
[INDENT][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color] [sub]P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E[/sub][/color]
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[indent][sub][b][color=darkgray] P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S[/color][/b][/sub]
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[COLOR=gray][COLOR=darkgray]◼ [b]B U I L D[/b] ||[/COLOR] [i]Ectomorph[/i]
[COLOR=darkgray]◼ [b]H A I R C O L O U R[/b] ||[/COLOR] [i]Brown[/i]
[COLOR=darkgray]◼ [b]E Y E C O L O U R[/b] ||[/COLOR] [i]Brown[/i]
[COLOR=darkgray]◼ [b]H E I G H T[/b] ||[/COLOR] [i]5'-9"[/i]
[COLOR=darkgray]◼ [b]W E I G H T[/b] ||[/COLOR] [i]143 lbs[/i]
[COLOR=darkgray]◼ [b]S K I N T O N E[/b] ||[/COLOR] [i]Caucasian[/i][/COLOR][/SUP]
[color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][INDENT][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color] [sub]M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S[/sub][/color]
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[indent][sub][b][color=darkgray] M O T I V A T I O N S[/color][/b][/sub]
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[COLOR=gray]He’s honestly just tired of being tired and wants to figure out how to fix that by learning how to either control his power or at least adapt to it a little more and maybe find somewhere he can fit in along the way now he’s lost several years, his friends, his certainties, and his ideas for the future to being Hyperhuman. He’s not really bitter, but he’s definitely floundering. Having structure in his life is a good thing right now.[/color][/sup]
[sub][b][color=darkgray] G O A L S[/color][/b][/sub]
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[COLOR=gray]Although his memories are vague and he’s still not certain if he didn’t just make them up, Lucas encountered several voices recorded throughout the city that shouldn’t have gone unheard and part of him hopes that not only will he be able to take control of his own life and power, but he’ll also be able to use it to help others and make those voices heard. Or at least stop there from being too many more making layers like dust swept under the rug. H.E.A.T. seems like the sort of push he needs to get there.

He also wants to make new friends and live his life now he’s not quite as scared of everyday ordeals.[/color][/sup]
[color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][INDENT][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color] [sub]N O T E S[/sub][/color]
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[indent][sub][b][color=darkgray] M I S C E L L A N E O U S[/color][/b][/sub]
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[COLOR=gray][color=darkgray][b]►[/b][/color]Bilingual: he speaks French and English fluently.
[color=darkgray][b]►[/b][/color]He carries a [url=https://imgur.com/K8RS5zU]little stuffed stegosaurus[/url] with him pretty much everywhere he goes. It was a gift from his dad. 
[color=darkgray][b]►[/b][/color]He also keeps a perfectly ordinary prescription bottle in his bag. It’s empty, but the rattle it makes in his head is pretty good for shutting everything else out.
[color=darkgray][b]►[/b][/color]There are too many secrets playing in his head that nobody cares about for him to maintain a proper filter and he’s as likely to expose a secret accidentally as he is to keep it.
[color=darkgray][b]►[/b][/color]His smiles, until he shows his teeth, are almost always an apology of some sort.
[color=darkgray][b]►[/b][/color]Eye movement when trying to find words for himself = towards the ceiling/sky, from the environment = towards the ground. Sideways is utter uncertainty.
[color=darkgray][b]►[/b][/color]Lucas cannot drive, and probably never should.
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[COLOR=2C2C2C][SUP]_________________________________________________________[/SUP][/COLOR][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color] [sub]S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S[/sub][/color]
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[COLOR=GRAY][indent]Lucas grew up in the Summerhill district of Old Toronto under the care of his single father after a succinct divorce. Despite the rocky circumstances of his entry into fatherhood, the man persevered and put in the work and his parents were always willing to lend a hand when he needed it, and Lucas grew up feeling loved and looking forward to the future. It can’t be said that his life was the most exciting, but with winters set aside for school, summers were for swimming and sailing and eating ice cream at the cottage they shared with a friend of his dad’s. And plenty of camping in the nearby national parks.

It was a normal, pleasant life broken only by the few rough spots of occasional arguments and sports-induced injuries and the odd worse than average grade.

Then, a few months after his 14th birthday, Lucas caught a football and suddenly couldn’t stand straight. The dizzy sensation of spinning uncontrollably unnerved him completely, but he didn’t know where it came from. He shrugged it off at first; maybe he just needed a drink more than he thought. But that wasn’t the end of it. Gradually, he started hearing and seeing things too, sometimes clearly and other times too faintly to make out. But he found himself answering questions he hadn’t been asked or feeling people nearby when there weren’t any.  He managed to keep it… mostly under wraps until he failed that year with no real excuse save the truth. When he finally came clean, his dad was rather alarmed, and took him to a psychiatrist.

The eventual diagnosis was paranoid schizophrenia. Unfortunately, the prescribed treatment didn’t work out as planned. Instead of helping, it interfered with the natural process of his emerging powers and the sudden influx of information made his brain shut down. He spent the next several years cycling through periods of being overstimulated and barely functioning to being mentally exhausted but coherent. Gradually, his father began to make the connection between location and coherency and heard enough repeated conversations from Lucas to realise what the actual trouble might be. So, he called his ex-wife to ask for her help. 

Although an inhibitor is only a temporary solution, it certainly helped. And at least they discovered the reason behind his difficulties. Unfortunately, Lucas wasn’t the only one having problems during this time, and within the month, he both celebrated gaining some control over his life and saw his dad collapse due to lung cancer. The man succumbed quickly, leaving him and his mother to navigate the ins and outs of life turned upside down. 

While his mother was willing to make things work if he wanted to take it slow and stay with her or with his grandparents, it was fairly obvious that she wasn’t used to being a mother and his grandparents were dealing with their own grief. So, they decided together that the best place for him was probably PRCU. Since he was too old for their collegiate program, he studied his ass off for a year and managed to pass his GED so he could enroll in H.E.A.T. without issue. [/indent][/COLOR][INDENT][sub][sup][h3][b][color=black] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color] [sub]A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S[/sub][/color]
[color=lightgray]▅ [sub]A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S[/sub] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/b][/h3][/sup][/sub][/INDENT]
[COLOR=GRAY][INDENT][sub][b][color=darkgray] H Y P E R H U M A N  A B I L I T Y || P S Y C H O M E T R Y[/color][/b][/sub]
[SUB][COLOR=2C2C2C]__[/COLOR][color=darkgray][b]PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION[/b] ||[/COLOR] ESOTERIC[/SUB]
[SUB][COLOR=2C2C2C]__[/COLOR][color=darkgray][b]SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION[/b] ||[/COLOR] PSIONIC[/SUB]

[INDENT]Lucas can perceive the history of an object through proximity with it. This history can be anything from where it’s been and who or what interacted with it, to how it moved and what its purpose was. In Lucas’ case, object means any inanimate thing that has been shaped or made by humans. In general, foods don’t count, but some highly processed foods might. 

Also, while Lucas would call them memories, as they feel like active processes in his brain, the glimpses he gets of the past are more like recordings layered over each other. Similar acts make similar recordings meld together and become stronger, while the less repeated, less insistent activities get lost in the shuffle. They’re still there, every minute of every day since the object first became whole is caught up in its shape, they just aren’t as easy to tease out. Or, as Lucas reacts to each recording running through his mind, he might drag free the more unusual moments that something has to offer simply by unconsciously focusing on them. In a similar vein, external stimulus can prompt a shift in the sort of recordings being broadcasted. Climbing up stairs might bring up the memory of all the other feet that have weighed them down. And greetings are often echoed by a multitude of voices.[/indent]
[sub][b][color=darkgray] L I M I T A T I O N S || D I S T A N C E ,  K N O W L E D G E ,  R E C O R D  C L A R I T Y[/color][/b][/sub]

[INDENT]He has an average range of about 5’ with nearby objects; the smaller they are, the closer he has to be to them, usually. But memories can bleed together through walls or connected objects, and sometimes buildings, particularly large ones that see lots of activity, broadcast memories from up to 50’ away. For an object to transmit a recording to him, Lucas doesn’t need to be touching it, and he doesn’t choose whether or not it does, but the transmissions will remain mostly incoherent until he does touch the object. Once in contact with it, he has more control over what information he receives, but it’s mostly just a method of making things clearer and easier to understand or focus on (like tuning into a radio station). 

Every object tends to have something that it retains better than others. For instance, reflective materials can record images, not always clearly, but usually enough to at least create some play of light and shadow. Windows and mirrors are the best. Almost all objects collect sound, though walls do it especially well, and more porous materials can best retain scent. And cloth, clothing in particular for obvious reasons, absorbs a lot of emotional tells. None of them record taste, however. And the sense of touch is often relegated to recording the temperature and varying amounts of pressure, though some of the finer details of object interaction are preserved.

It also does not come with any miraculous translating abilities, so while he can hear someone talking, if he doesn’t know the language, he’s not going to know what they’re saying. And while he can use more complex screens, the only reading he gets off them is a light aura around them. If he tried for anything more, he’d probably suffer the worst migraine ever.[/indent]
[sub][b][color=darkgray] W E A K N E S S E S || O V E R S T I M U L A T E D[/color][/b][/sub]

[INDENT]As every sensation is from the object’s point of reference, this excludes them from recording such things as pain, pleasure, fatigue, and some movement, but this doesn’t guarantee that Lucas won’t find the feedback uncomfortable. Each transmitted sensation is almost always intrusive and can be confusing, even if it isn’t unpleasant. So, even if he’s prepared, big events and busy buildings can be remarkably overwhelming. As he cannot turn it off without either depleting his supply of HZEs or wearing an inhibitor, he’s almost always at least a little distracted or tired, even at his best, and often has a hard time focusing on the here and now. Any sudden influx of recorded memories leaves him relatively unresponsive and unaware of his surroundings for a time, so he doesn’t like using the inhibitor.[/indent][/INDENT][/COLOR]
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[COLOR=GRAY][indent][sub][b][color=darkgray]Y O U  A W A K E  I N  T H E  D E A D  O F  N I G H T ,   W H A T  W O K E  Y O U?[/color][/b][/sub]

[indent]“Uh… I don’t—No.” Cutting off his usual answer, Lucas paused, frowning through his thought processes until a proper one came to him. Then, he flashed a bright grin, rather proud of himself for finding the most obvious one. “Things!” Probably, maybe, not really… He deflated almost immediately at the steady expectation waiting for more. It was an answer though, right? A little less certainly, he tried explaining in detail, slumping back into the chair so he could stare at the ceiling while he did. “The things leaking in my head are noise. But, you know? Ha! I sleep like the dead.” It really wasn’t likely he’d be waking up for much.[/indent]
[sub][b][color=darkgray]A  D I S H E V E L E D  S T R A N G E R  A P P R O A C H E S  Y O U  A S K I N G  F O R  H E L P ,   H O W  D O  Y O U  R E S P O N D?[/color][/b][/sub]

[indent]“Help? It's me.” Head tilting, staring at the ground now as he drummed his fingers on his knees to the same unsteady pattern echoing off his skull, Lucas’ eyebrows drew together at the question. Wasn’t the answer obvious? Or was it too obvious? But what else were you supposed to say? Well, it wasn’t like they hadn’t asked it before. “If everyone says help, that’s what you do, right? I dunno… He asked for it, anyway. Helping’s nice if you can.”[/indent]
[sub][b][color=darkgray]A N  I N T R U D E R  A L A R M  H A S  B E E N  S E T  O F F  O N  C A M P U S ,   H O W  D O  Y O U  R E A C T?[/color][/b][/sub]

[indent]Though it took him a moment to get all the words straight, once he understood the question, Lucas just stared back, not even incredulous or confused, just… deadpan. They had more alarms than fire drills? He didn’t want to think about it, he wasn’t going to— “Ow.” Flinching, eyes shutting tight at the sudden blaring rush of sound that never came slow or gentle, he just squished his hands into his ears as though it had any hope of working and glared miserably across the room. No one’d warned him about intruder alarms. Wasn’t like a house alarm either, it was worse. So  much— “Ow! Stop it, stop it, stop! What?! It’s loud!”[/indent][/indent][/COLOR][/color]