Powers/skills: In this AU, due to the drug he was given, Flemming developed mild psychic powers. None of them would give him much of an edge except in events of mundane foresight. He’d be able to know if a lightbulb was about to blow out or if someone was going to stub their toe.
Very rarely, he will get flashes of something, and when he does, it’s never anything good. It’ll alarm and scare him, but even with the knowledge, he’s not one to express what he knows even when he sees these things—scared that he may be wrong and scared that he might be right. Given that his usual reaction to this is to find the nearest corner to cower in, people are bound to never take him seriously, right or wrong.
His final power is the ability to mentally give people a physical “shove.” It has unpredictable strength attached to it, but he rarely knows how to use it, and the shove isn’t ever inhumanly strong— it goes from strength of a small child shoving someone to the strength of a grown man.
Though these are powers from the AU not attached to the main canon in any way, they go along with the theme of the children experimented on having various powers. Though the ultimate goal of Neoteny was to create a manner in which to control a large amount of people, there were bound to be a variety of skills. As an adult, his skills are severely limited as he is not a possible Neoteny candidate. Considering that Flemming did monstrous experiments on children, having useless psychic abilities has some amount of irony attached to him gaining rather useless psychic powers at the cost of him losing nearly all of his old self is fairly self evident. City Name: Dr. Allen Grant Position: Currently homeless hospital patient, formerly a medical doctor History: Dr. Allen Grant was at one point, a well-respected surgeon originally from the Southeast. He never married and was a private man without many friends. Even with this, he was nevertheless a friendly man, and his patients adored him.
At the height of his career, Dr. Grant was in a terrible accident, and the result was that the brilliant, if somewhat cold, surgeon had a dramatic shift in his personality. He forgot who he was and became shy, timid, and quiet— a near mute. He also forgot nearly all of his medical training, only very rarely managing to spout out information that proved that he was still the doctor that people had known. Before the Disaster, he had spent the last several years in a mental health facility with people trying to help him regain some of his of his memory. Proof: MD certificate with the name “Dr. Allen Grant” on it in his handwriting. Attached to the back of it is a photograph of him with a doctor’s nametag on as extra proof
Playing First-person sample: [There’s a moment of static fizz before a face appears, looking tired and worn. But the man manages a weak sort of smile before waving. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he begins to type.]
i have been told my name is dr. grant. i don’t really remember my name from my dream so i guess that’s okay. there must be a lot of people who are just as confused as i am.
how many people are here and how long has everyone been awake? these aren’t really important questions, but i’d like to know anyway. it’ll help know some things, i think. if we’ve really been asleep for so long, knowing the truth from fiction will be very hard. Third-person sample: He didn’t know his name. Even in his dream, he hadn’t known his name. The name— his real name, was foreign to him. He’d been told that it had been because of an accident, which he supposed made sense, but no one would tell him what the accident was. It unnerved him. He couldn’t call himself “Dr. Grant” when he wasn’t a doctor. When he didn’t know anything. Someone would have to be stupid and desperate to hand medical equipment to a man who couldn’t even hold his hands steady.
The dream had felt real, but he didn’t see why these people would like to him. Maybe it had been just because he had been asleep for so long. His mind swam with possibilities, but the most that he could think of was that it had been just a weird dream. Not too weird, though, he guessed, because he had still woken up himself. Still unsure of who he was, still a twitchy sort of fellow. Maybe the dream couldn’t give him a different personality.
It was odd, though. He didn’t really dream. At least, he hadn’t in the dream.
That was… confusing to think about.
He didn’t really trust any of the other people who had woken up. He didn’t think that he would trust much of anyone, but it was important for them to… well. Learn how to live, he guessed. No way was he going to go back to being a doctor, though. How could he when he didn’t even remember anything? Sure, he knew some first aid here and there. Enough that he could bandage up an injure or help with a burn. But surgery? That was scary.
If it was a joke, it was a strange one. And they had managed to get him to sign a document. It was strange…. And rather alarming. Did you read the rules? Blueberry
William Flemming (AU) 3/3
Very rarely, he will get flashes of something, and when he does, it’s never anything good. It’ll alarm and scare him, but even with the knowledge, he’s not one to express what he knows even when he sees these things—scared that he may be wrong and scared that he might be right. Given that his usual reaction to this is to find the nearest corner to cower in, people are bound to never take him seriously, right or wrong.
His final power is the ability to mentally give people a physical “shove.” It has unpredictable strength attached to it, but he rarely knows how to use it, and the shove isn’t ever inhumanly strong— it goes from strength of a small child shoving someone to the strength of a grown man.
Though these are powers from the AU not attached to the main canon in any way, they go along with the theme of the children experimented on having various powers. Though the ultimate goal of Neoteny was to create a manner in which to control a large amount of people, there were bound to be a variety of skills. As an adult, his skills are severely limited as he is not a possible Neoteny candidate. Considering that Flemming did monstrous experiments on children, having useless psychic abilities has some amount of irony attached to him gaining rather useless psychic powers at the cost of him losing nearly all of his old self is fairly self evident.
City
Name: Dr. Allen Grant
Position: Currently homeless hospital patient, formerly a medical doctor
History: Dr. Allen Grant was at one point, a well-respected surgeon originally from the Southeast. He never married and was a private man without many friends. Even with this, he was nevertheless a friendly man, and his patients adored him.
At the height of his career, Dr. Grant was in a terrible accident, and the result was that the brilliant, if somewhat cold, surgeon had a dramatic shift in his personality. He forgot who he was and became shy, timid, and quiet— a near mute. He also forgot nearly all of his medical training, only very rarely managing to spout out information that proved that he was still the doctor that people had known. Before the Disaster, he had spent the last several years in a mental health facility with people trying to help him regain some of his of his memory.
Proof: MD certificate with the name “Dr. Allen Grant” on it in his handwriting. Attached to the back of it is a photograph of him with a doctor’s nametag on as extra proof
Playing
First-person sample: [There’s a moment of static fizz before a face appears, looking tired and worn. But the man manages a weak sort of smile before waving. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he begins to type.]
i have been told my name is dr. grant. i don’t really remember my name from my dream so i guess that’s okay. there must be a lot of people who are just as confused as i am.
how many people are here and how long has everyone been awake? these aren’t really important questions, but i’d like to know anyway. it’ll help know some things, i think. if we’ve really been asleep for so long, knowing the truth from fiction will be very hard.
Third-person sample: He didn’t know his name. Even in his dream, he hadn’t known his name. The name— his real name, was foreign to him. He’d been told that it had been because of an accident, which he supposed made sense, but no one would tell him what the accident was. It unnerved him. He couldn’t call himself “Dr. Grant” when he wasn’t a doctor. When he didn’t know anything. Someone would have to be stupid and desperate to hand medical equipment to a man who couldn’t even hold his hands steady.
The dream had felt real, but he didn’t see why these people would like to him. Maybe it had been just because he had been asleep for so long. His mind swam with possibilities, but the most that he could think of was that it had been just a weird dream. Not too weird, though, he guessed, because he had still woken up himself. Still unsure of who he was, still a twitchy sort of fellow. Maybe the dream couldn’t give him a different personality.
It was odd, though. He didn’t really dream. At least, he hadn’t in the dream.
That was… confusing to think about.
He didn’t really trust any of the other people who had woken up. He didn’t think that he would trust much of anyone, but it was important for them to… well. Learn how to live, he guessed. No way was he going to go back to being a doctor, though. How could he when he didn’t even remember anything? Sure, he knew some first aid here and there. Enough that he could bandage up an injure or help with a burn. But surgery? That was scary.
If it was a joke, it was a strange one. And they had managed to get him to sign a document. It was strange…. And rather alarming.
Did you read the rules? Blueberry