[center][color=fff200][b]All right, let’s take it from the top, one more time…[/b][/color]

[color=FFFFFF][b]What’s your name?[/b]
Colin Cantor

[b]How old are you?[/b]
19

[b]What do you look like?[/b]
I don't know, I'm just a guy. Average height, athletic build. That took a lot of work. Growing up I was not a very athletic person, it wasn't until I was fresh out of High School that I decided to start eating better and consistently working out. I'm not jacked or anything, but I like the way I look. I've also been growing out my hair for awhile. It's long and brown and I have to tie it back sometimes, especially when I'm working. I also have a very noticeable....tattoo...along my left arm. Of course that has more to do with the Recluse incident than any actual ink and needle.

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[b]What did you do before the Recluse incident?[/b]
Before the Recluse? I'm going to be honest, nothing all that special. I work sporadic shifts at a series of group homes for young adults coming out of a Mental Health facility, or dealing with addiction and homelessness. At first I started with the overnights (they were easier, rarely ever had to see any of the "house members" as they are called (not patients) unless they needed a med of some kind in the middle of the night. It was going well for awhile, I could just sit in the office and write all night, even catch some sleep if I was careful about it. Eventually though, there was this one kid, wouldn't ever sleep. Just come down and sit outside the office and try to talk to me. I'm not exactly thrilled about how I tried to shake them off. I disguised my apathy with trust and pitched going to sleep for rest and all that stuff. Kid just wanted someone to talk to. They were dealing with a lot. Their diagnosis, their body image. Tried to hurt themselves more than a few times. I worried they'd try it while I was on shift.

Outside of the temp work, I signed up for this series of creative writing workshops at ESU. I could never really afford to take actual classes there, but this was free for NYC residents to pop in, 2 nights a week. That's why I was there on the day of the Incident.

[b]What happened after the incident?[/b]
Super Strength: 20
Agility: 0
Durability: 20
Spider-Sense: 0
Regeneration: 20
Mutation: 40

The effect of the Incident was immediate, I got extremely sick, for days. I thought I was for sure dying - vomiting, heavy sweating, hallucinating. Doctors couldn't quite figure out what to diagnose me with at the Urgent Care (I don't have health insurance for an actual hospital) so I had to sweat it out alone in my apartment with Kraven. Turns out, my physiology was being completely rewired and explored by this thing - a horrible black mass, almost ink-like, with a conscience of it's own. At first I couldn't understand it at all, that it was trying to communicate with me. But after a migraine that lasted for 3 days, it was all clear in my head. It was some sort of living symbiotic creature, some sort of biological specimen that had been affected itself by the Incident, giving it a new sentience and life. It seems to sustain itself through whatever my body intakes, almost like we now share the same space physiologically. It would be horrifying if it wasn't so quick to have adapted to my life, a comforting presence. However, it does grow with my own emotional state, and when I get angry enough it REALLY gets out of hand. Turns out emotions are sort of like dessert for it, and unfortunately anger tastes the sweetest. When needed, it can expand and grow along my body like some sort of inky coating or tentacle familiar. It isn't large enough to cover the length of my body, but it can expand itself thin to allow me to swing across buildings. It can't hide completely within me though, so when it's not currently "active" it takes the shape of a sort of fresh-tattoo across my left arm, what looks sort of like some sort of swirling skeletal structure.

But that isn't the only bit of my physiology that has changed - my hands can excrete a sort of melting acidic bite. I can't exactly tear a car door off with it or anything like that, but it definitely isn't pleasant, and if it got onto your skin, I can't imagine it would tickle. And beneath both of my wrists - A sharp stinger like appendage, I think it's part of the creature itself, somehow built into my anatomy.

[b]Do you believe in aliens?[/b]
YES. Or at least what we would imagine to be aliens or creatures from another world. I would have told you to fuck off and grow up except there's one basically living in my arm.

[b]What are your goals for the future?[/b]
I don't know anymore. I wanted to be a writer for so long, used to get lost in books all growing up. Still do. You know how many subway stops I've missed because I was sucked into a book? Countless. But now? I have all of this power. I want to do something with it. But I don't know if I have the sort of patience for people as superheroes do. I want to help fix the system, but I am too angry, too upset at the cost of human life in this city. I want to break the heads of everyone in power, start fresh, start new. But that's probably just big talk. I'm just frustrated. For now, I'm just going to keep my head down when I can. Help people face to face, like at the Home.

[b]You lived in New York for a while now, right? What do you think of the city?[/b]
I like it. Although it's a pretty lonely place for somewhere that is so full of people stuck right next to each other. Everyone is sometimes just so focused on their own little worlds. I like to take my dog, Kraven, for a walk. She's an old bloodhound - she might look scary but she's a sweet girl. There's always seemingly something to do. But I hate how dirty it is sometimes, how many homeless people are out on the street not getting help. And the fucking rich people walking around like they are better than everyone else. THAT I can't stand. Anytime I see one of these Wall Street guys or some snooty f***er walking around it makes me want to lose my shit.

[b]How much technology do you use on a daily basis?[/b]
Not more than anyone else. I have a laptop for writing and using the internet when needed, I've got a cell phone I use for music. There's a tv in my apartment and I have a game system or two but it's collecting dust more and more every day.

[b]What do you like?[/b]
I love to read and write. I want to be a writer as a full time career. I like to work out, go for long rides in the subway with a book or take Kraven to the park. I try new clubs at ESU that are open to non-students but that seems increasingly rare. Oh going to the movies, that's a good one too. Also I like cigarettes but I'm trying to not (but not really.)

[b]What do you dislike?[/b]
Rich people. Bossy people. Arrogance. Republicans. Assholes. I'm afraid of being a failure and not amounting to much, but that's kind of a lot to put on you, person I just met.

[b]Do you think true evil exists?[/b]
Yes, without question.

[b]What’s your favorite color?[/b]
Black probably? I'm very monochrome in my color scheme.

[b]Favorite song?[/b]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gsWt7ey6bo&list=RD3gsWt7ey6bo&start_radio=1[/youtube]

[b]Anything else to add?[/b]
I don't have a superhero name. I don't know what I'd be called, if anything. I haven't gone out "patrolling" as a hero or anything like that. But maybe with the right influence? But what would I be called? And what would I do? I'm not sure I'd be cut out for any real heroics.

[b]What are your thoughts on these people?[/b]
I'll revisit this for game start, I'd like to know at least one or two of the ESU students in passing. If anyone is open to it to having a familiarity I'd like that. A shared interest or someone we end up on the same subway stop or something when going home (if you aren't dorming)
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