| NAME(S): |David Louis Augden
| ALIAS(ES): |Dave, Davey Jones (Seriously, he hates that nickname and those stupid pirate movies)
| D.O.B.: |02/18/1990
| AGE: |25
| SEX: |Male
| SEXUALITY: |Straight
| APPEARANCE: |David has short, dark brown hair that looks like he cut it himself, messily tousled like he didn't even bother to comb it. His eyes are blue-grey, but tend to look more green under his yellowing lenses. A short, but thick, beard frames the rest of his face.
His 6'4", 190 lbs, lean worker's frame, is hidden underneath several layers of clothes to deal with a little of the chill the wind has been getting at night. Right now he's wearing a green and gray flannel shirt, jeans that were probably blue once, work boots that look surprisingly well cared for, and a thick, black, hooded coat that is falling apart.
Generally you think that was a lanky, bespectacled, hobo that just floated by. he'd probably clean up pretty well if he had the chance. You also think you've had too much to drink last night and should call in sick.
| H-CLASS: |Mercury
| ABILITIES: |David has the power of flight. He can slip the surly bonds of the earth and float as freely as the air. In general he can hover, orient himself to walk or stand at impossible angles, or soar at speeds in excess of 450 mph. His true maximum speed is unknown as we's not willing to get turned inside out by running into a bird or something. Like most hypers of his type, David does seem to possess some degree of control over friction, but he is still very much subject to g-forces and their dangers.
| LIMITATIONS: |As mentioned above, g-forces are very much a concern. He has to build up to a certain speed. When he passes the 3G mark his vision will start to gray as his blood pools in his feet, risking a blackout and unconsciousness. Sudden stops also carry the same problems. These issues are exacerbated as David climbs in altitude as thin air doesn't lend itself well to keeping a body oxygenated. Beyond acceleration, once David hits the 450 mark, keeping a strait line becomes a challenge as the slightest correction can push him off course. With training and the proper equipment, David might overcome these problems, but for now they hold him back from his true potential.
| WEAKNESSES: |The speed aspect of David's power only works while he is airborne in some fashion. Underwater or in contact with a surface and he can't move any faster than a normal human. This suggests an instinctual sort of self preservation.
| APPLICATIONS: |Full 360 degree movement in a 3D space. The ideal person for passing impassable terrain, scoping out an area, or timely midair saves. Fighting is probably a bad idea. A flying punch is just as likely to break David's wrist as it is to break his opponent's face. If faced with a mortal threat, David's best options are either to find something in the environment to use to his advantage or using his own body as a battering ram and hope the other person will cushion the impact somehow.
| SKILLS: |Farmhand: During the growing season David would often hire out to farmers in the Midwestern US. He's picked up enough over his four year escape to understand the important aspects of agriculture and animal husbandry. Not really sure how that would come up, but there it is.
Scavenger: More than once David has had to dumpster dive for the things he'd need to survive in a lean season. He has picked up a good eye for determining what is actually trash from things that are just trash to other people. Cobbling these things together into something useful has become a little bit of a hobby for David. He loves life hacks.
Rangefinder: David's use of his power has given him a real knack for relative distances. If he had the right teacher, he'd be a natural with a pistol or rifle.
Bookworm: David has spent a lot of time at public libraries. Considering the nature of his funds, there wan't much money for anything else. But this is nothing new as he usually had his head in a book when he was younger too. Consequently he has a lot of trivia under his belt.
| EQUIPMENT: |A backpack that looks like it's more duct tape than fabric which contains:
A length of rope, some scissors, extra clothes, a sleeping bag, a cheap multi-tool, bolt cutters, a spoon, fork, and knife, water bottle, flashlight, batteries, matches, a blanket, duct tape, a toothbrush with toothpaste, and ten dollars cash.
| BACKSTORY: |David Augden, son of Dan and Lisa Augden in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Growing up in the city's outskirts, David was a quiet child who mostly played by himself as the few friends he did have lived miles away. Naturally his parents were concerned that their son was going to become some sort of pariah and signed him up for things like the cub scouts, tee ball, and other youth activities. He never had much fun at any of them. The other kids just thought he was a nerd and in the end he just wanted to be left alone.
When his sister Kathy was born Dan and Lisa seemed to back off for a bit, focusing on raising their perfect little girl. But it wasn't too long before they, and Dan in particular, got it into their heads that David wasn't being antisocial, but just lazy. His grades were average, he didn't do any extracurriculars, and began to ask if he planned on just floating through life. The irony wasn't lost on David as he woke one night face to face with his room's ceiling.
For some this might have been a defining moment, but not for David. Sure he could fly, but where too? He didn't want to end up in some government lab, being poked and prodded for the rest of his life. It seemed a forgone conclusion, at least to David. He also didn't trust his parents not to try and "help." So he buckled down, tried to make his parents happy for once, and tried to lead a normal life.
Four years later he was an overworked, underpaid, college student, with student loans, car payments, that still hadn't made his parents happy. Each year the feeling that he had no clue about what he was doing with his life. He just wanted a way out and some time think about who he wanted to be, not what others wanted him to be. It came to a head one cool spring night as he wished to just escape and have some time to himself. The window was open. He climbed out, and fell into the open sky and never looked back.
Now another four years have passed and David still isn't sure what he's doing with his life. The time away was nice, but didn't hold any answers for him. So now he's come to Toronto, a mecca for others like him, figuring that if he can't help himself then maybe he could find that purpose helping others. The irony that he's heading for the H.E.L.P. Center isn't lost on him either.
| SAMPLE POST: |"Son, what the hell are you doing in my tree?"
David, wrapped up in his blanket, decided it was too cold and too early to respond. He simply nodded off once again, if the owner of this tree wanted him gone, then he'd just have to climb up here, untie the rope that held him to the trunk, and-
Then the stone struck him right in the left eye.
"Aah, goddamn. Ah. Shit."
"Now that you're up," said the man who owned the tree while David clutched his eye, "What the hell are you doing in my tree?"
"Trying to sleep," David groaned as he searched for his glasses. Once he had them on he realized what a stupid move it was. The other man had a pistol, glinting in the moonlight, probably had it out the entire time. Keeping his hands in plain veiw, David undid his rope anchor, and dropped down to ground level. As he did, he decided to take the initiative here.
"I'm backpacking to Toronto. The field looked empty, not connected to any home or pasturing a herd, so I figured no harm, no foul."
While he spoke, the man, probably a farmer or a stockgrower, motioned him away from the tree with the barrel of his gun. David oblidged. He had to. The older man looked smart and clear-eyed. Even if David did take to the air, he wasn't sure the shock and awe aspect of it would keep the man from trying to draw a bead on him.
"Son, what's your name?"
"David. David Augden. What's yours?"
"Alan White, Sr." Was the answer, "Now David, I could call the cops and have them haul you off for the bulshit you just tried to feed me. I could also tell you to get the hell out of here. I won't. Do you know why?"
"No sir." David answered, much more truthfully.
"Both would make you someone else's problem. So I'll tell you what. You give me the cash in your pockets. I'll take ten, or the closest thing to it, for my trouble tonight and keep the rest on me..." David started to open his mouth in protest, but Alan cut him off, "...UNTIL I come back in in four hours to return your change. Now does that sound fair to you?"
David glanced down at his jeans pocket which held a twenty and the last of his petty cash. He hated to lose any of it, but compared be being hauled in by the cops? This was the better deal. He withdrew the money and tossed it towards Alan.
"Sounds fair to me."
| NOTES: |Vanilla Coke
