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Post by Brian Harris on Jun 20, 2018 22:48:34 GMT
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 | [attr="class","hopelovename"] [attr="class","hopelovename2"] Brian Harris [attr="class","hopelovelyric"]
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"] ALIAS // none [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // twenty [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // male [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GROUP // vigilante |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE
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HAIR // dark blond[break]
EYES // blue[break]
SKIN // white[break][break]
ATTIRE[break][break]
Brian has one pair of clothing that he’s worn for several years. A white baggy t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and cheap white sneakers, all heavily stained (mostly with alcohol) and worn with rips and holes and loose threads. Of course, they stink to high heaven. He sometimes feels self-conscious about his appearance, but never has the energy or self-esteem to do anything about it
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GENERAL[break][break]
Brian always looks tired. That is, of course, because he rarely gets enough sleep, but it’s as if the dark circles have sunken beneath his eyes and stayed there as a permanent fixture, forever attached to his face. Despite his demure demeanor, Brian is quite large, standing at a hefty six foot four and hugely muscular (although this is entirely due to his powers), making for quite the contrast. His hair is always a mess; greasy and unwashed, although that could easily describe the entirety of him, as he hasn’t showered in years. He appears sick and his face is almost always so incredibly downcast that one could get depressed just looking at him, that is when he hasn’t downed so much Haldol and alcohol that he comes off as more of a zombie than a person. His wrists and thighs are covered in scars from vicious self harm when he was young as well as several suicide attempts, and every now and then some new cuts appear when he falls back into bad habits (which is fairly often).
HAIR // dark blond[break]
EYES // blue[break]
SKIN // white[break][break]
ATTIRE[break][break]
Brian has one pair of clothing that he’s worn for several years. A white baggy t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and cheap white sneakers, all heavily stained (mostly with alcohol) and worn with rips and holes and loose threads. Of course, they stink to high heaven. He sometimes feels self-conscious about his appearance, but never has the energy or self-esteem to do anything about it
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GENERAL[break][break]
Brian always looks tired. That is, of course, because he rarely gets enough sleep, but it’s as if the dark circles have sunken beneath his eyes and stayed there as a permanent fixture, forever attached to his face. Despite his demure demeanor, Brian is quite large, standing at a hefty six foot four and hugely muscular (although this is entirely due to his powers), making for quite the contrast. His hair is always a mess; greasy and unwashed, although that could easily describe the entirety of him, as he hasn’t showered in years. He appears sick and his face is almost always so incredibly downcast that one could get depressed just looking at him, that is when he hasn’t downed so much Haldol and alcohol that he comes off as more of a zombie than a person. His wrists and thighs are covered in scars from vicious self harm when he was young as well as several suicide attempts, and every now and then some new cuts appear when he falls back into bad habits (which is fairly often).
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY
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As previously stated, Brian is demure, but even that is a bit of an understatement. Brian is incredibly timid. He’s terrified of any kind of confrontation or hurting or offending anyone else. He’s possibly the most passive person you’ll ever meet, specifically in social situations. He’ll do anything anyone says with little to no protest. He’s been trying to amend this, especially with his new goal in life, but to little success.
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Brian’s passion is astronomy. He has a perfect map of the stars in his head. This is due to a little celestial globe his mother gave him when he was very young; perhaps the only gift she ever gave him. He would stare at it for hours on end before he went to bed or when anything got to be too much (which was very often). Some of the hospitals he went to would even let him keep it in his room if he had good behaviour. He quickly took to stargazing. At night, he would climb onto the roof of their little apartment building and watch the stars for hours and hours, identifying every single one. He’s done it nearly every night to this day (although it hasn’t been on a roof since he left his mother’s apartment). It’s the only time he feels at peace.
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Despite his passivity, Brian has a very strong sense of justice and morality. He wants to protect people and he believes those that do others harm should, not be punished, but at least be stopped. He doesn’t particularly believe in punishment. He believes that every person has a motive behind their actions, and that their motive should be understood and, if needed, amended. He’s a strong advocate for reform over penance.
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Brian has severe anxiety, depression, and schizophrenia. They developed at an early age. The anxiety has been present for as long as Brian can remember. The depression set in when he was about seven, and the schizophrenia came a year later. He’s very self-conscious about his mental illness. He doesn’t like talking about it, he doesn’t want people to view him as pitiful or dangerous or crazy (which he very much thinks he is). His voices constantly berate him on this subject. Speaking of those voices...
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Brian has four voices that have haunted him since he was eight:
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Dennis: The first and also the meanest. He is outwardly vicious towards Brian and is always the first to put him down. He cracks insults at everyone and everything, especially at things Brian likes and especially at Brian himself; although his remarks are never clever or nuanced, he typically just hurls bad words and pokes at Brian’s self-esteem. He often fuels Brian’s delusions and paranoia, telling him people are watching him, judging him, that they can read his thoughts, etc. (while they all do this, Dennis does it the most and he’s usually the one who starts it). His voice is direct, piercing, harsh and venomous. He’s your typical bully, but that doesn’t undo the damage he does on Brian’s psyche.
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Clara: She came around next, when Brian was around twelve. Clara is the most positive of the voices, although that’s really not saying much. While she offers praise to Brian and, opposite to Dennis, liberally gives out compliments (however rarely to Brian) on things she finds cute or pleasant, she can be incredibly annoying. Her cuteness factor is overwhelming. She squeals and gushes over everything, constantly gets over enthusiastic, and gratingly ends many words in an “ie” or a “y”. She gets scared or insulted very easily and throws a fit when she doesn’t get her way. She has a high-pitched, bubbly, and excessively girly voice. While she can be kind to Brian, more often than not she just gets on his nerves.
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Sasha: She appeared around the same time Clara did. If Sasha was a person, she’d have her nose constantly stuck up in the air. If there’s one word to describe Sasha it’s snobby. She’s judgemental about everything, and if something doesn’t meet her incredibly high standards she insults it endlessly. Her standards often involve class, physical appearance, and taste. She despises things that are rugged or low-class, basically anything that’s not a ballroom galla with the higher echelons of society. She tends to use bigs words to sound fancy and always has a strong tone of judgement in her overly formalized voice. With Brian’s general lack hygiene and any “class” at all, he gets no end of berating from her.
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Tect: The last of the voices to appear. Tect is a being of pure logic, or as logical as you can get inside Brian’s head. It (as Tect is neither male nor female), likes to make observations about Brian’s life and surrounds, often outrageously obvious observations. This gets on everyone’s nerves, everyone being Brian and all his other voices, and the voices will frequently get into shouting matches with it, telling it to shut up, although Tect never raises its voice. It stays at a constant level, never quiet, never loud, just there. It sounds like a robot, no inflection, never any emotion in tone or words, it doesn’t even sound human, it sounds more like a computer. While it does make logical observations, it also makes plenty of illogical observations, leading Brian to be even more confused about his reality than he already is. While it appears neutral, these unintentional false observations can be incredibly harmful.
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While Brian has been downing Haldol for the past year, he still gets flashes of psychosis; strange ideas and extreme paranoia and difficulty speaking coherently (in fact he gets this one quite often). If ever he were to go off his medication, psychosis would be his near constant state of being, the world would be loud with constant, screaming voices and people reading his mind and the government coming after him and aliens watching his every move. He’s always very diligent about taking his meds, to the point of nearly overdosing. He is terrified of losing control again, especially after the incident.
As previously stated, Brian is demure, but even that is a bit of an understatement. Brian is incredibly timid. He’s terrified of any kind of confrontation or hurting or offending anyone else. He’s possibly the most passive person you’ll ever meet, specifically in social situations. He’ll do anything anyone says with little to no protest. He’s been trying to amend this, especially with his new goal in life, but to little success.
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Brian’s passion is astronomy. He has a perfect map of the stars in his head. This is due to a little celestial globe his mother gave him when he was very young; perhaps the only gift she ever gave him. He would stare at it for hours on end before he went to bed or when anything got to be too much (which was very often). Some of the hospitals he went to would even let him keep it in his room if he had good behaviour. He quickly took to stargazing. At night, he would climb onto the roof of their little apartment building and watch the stars for hours and hours, identifying every single one. He’s done it nearly every night to this day (although it hasn’t been on a roof since he left his mother’s apartment). It’s the only time he feels at peace.
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Despite his passivity, Brian has a very strong sense of justice and morality. He wants to protect people and he believes those that do others harm should, not be punished, but at least be stopped. He doesn’t particularly believe in punishment. He believes that every person has a motive behind their actions, and that their motive should be understood and, if needed, amended. He’s a strong advocate for reform over penance.
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Brian has severe anxiety, depression, and schizophrenia. They developed at an early age. The anxiety has been present for as long as Brian can remember. The depression set in when he was about seven, and the schizophrenia came a year later. He’s very self-conscious about his mental illness. He doesn’t like talking about it, he doesn’t want people to view him as pitiful or dangerous or crazy (which he very much thinks he is). His voices constantly berate him on this subject. Speaking of those voices...
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Brian has four voices that have haunted him since he was eight:
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Dennis: The first and also the meanest. He is outwardly vicious towards Brian and is always the first to put him down. He cracks insults at everyone and everything, especially at things Brian likes and especially at Brian himself; although his remarks are never clever or nuanced, he typically just hurls bad words and pokes at Brian’s self-esteem. He often fuels Brian’s delusions and paranoia, telling him people are watching him, judging him, that they can read his thoughts, etc. (while they all do this, Dennis does it the most and he’s usually the one who starts it). His voice is direct, piercing, harsh and venomous. He’s your typical bully, but that doesn’t undo the damage he does on Brian’s psyche.
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Clara: She came around next, when Brian was around twelve. Clara is the most positive of the voices, although that’s really not saying much. While she offers praise to Brian and, opposite to Dennis, liberally gives out compliments (however rarely to Brian) on things she finds cute or pleasant, she can be incredibly annoying. Her cuteness factor is overwhelming. She squeals and gushes over everything, constantly gets over enthusiastic, and gratingly ends many words in an “ie” or a “y”. She gets scared or insulted very easily and throws a fit when she doesn’t get her way. She has a high-pitched, bubbly, and excessively girly voice. While she can be kind to Brian, more often than not she just gets on his nerves.
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Sasha: She appeared around the same time Clara did. If Sasha was a person, she’d have her nose constantly stuck up in the air. If there’s one word to describe Sasha it’s snobby. She’s judgemental about everything, and if something doesn’t meet her incredibly high standards she insults it endlessly. Her standards often involve class, physical appearance, and taste. She despises things that are rugged or low-class, basically anything that’s not a ballroom galla with the higher echelons of society. She tends to use bigs words to sound fancy and always has a strong tone of judgement in her overly formalized voice. With Brian’s general lack hygiene and any “class” at all, he gets no end of berating from her.
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Tect: The last of the voices to appear. Tect is a being of pure logic, or as logical as you can get inside Brian’s head. It (as Tect is neither male nor female), likes to make observations about Brian’s life and surrounds, often outrageously obvious observations. This gets on everyone’s nerves, everyone being Brian and all his other voices, and the voices will frequently get into shouting matches with it, telling it to shut up, although Tect never raises its voice. It stays at a constant level, never quiet, never loud, just there. It sounds like a robot, no inflection, never any emotion in tone or words, it doesn’t even sound human, it sounds more like a computer. While it does make logical observations, it also makes plenty of illogical observations, leading Brian to be even more confused about his reality than he already is. While it appears neutral, these unintentional false observations can be incredibly harmful.
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While Brian has been downing Haldol for the past year, he still gets flashes of psychosis; strange ideas and extreme paranoia and difficulty speaking coherently (in fact he gets this one quite often). If ever he were to go off his medication, psychosis would be his near constant state of being, the world would be loud with constant, screaming voices and people reading his mind and the government coming after him and aliens watching his every move. He’s always very diligent about taking his meds, to the point of nearly overdosing. He is terrified of losing control again, especially after the incident.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY
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When Brian’s mother was four months pregnant with her son, his father committed suicide. She stayed sober for the duration of her pregnancy, but once he was born, she picked up a bottle of alcohol and never put it down. Her husband’s death combined with what was no doubt severe postpartum depression made for a nasty mixture, and instead of ever going to a specialist, she drowned her depression in alcohol.
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This made for a rough start to Brian’s childhood. Their finances downhill quickly, and they were forced to move into a tiny apartment in California where they lived off of welfare and the odd jobs Brian’s mother would pick up and quickly lose. Brian was incredibly anxious growing up (still is). He would have panic attacks every time he had to leave the apartment, but his mother would force him to go to school anyway so no one would get suspicious and send the social workers around.
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Brian faced no end of ridicule from the children at school. He was tall, but incredibly skinny (he never ate much), quiet, awkward, unathletic, all in all a very easy target. He went to a very poor school district, both in quality and monetary value, so he never got any help. This may have been what let to the early onset of depression in his life. It was around this time he started cutting himself.
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When Brian was eight, he started to get strange ideas in his head. Well, he already had strange ideas: everybody hated him, he was disgusting and ugly, he deserved what he got, etc. But these ideas started to warp. People didn’t just hate him. They were talking about him. Constantly. Every time he saw someone talking to someone else, it was always about him, and what a horrible person he was. He started to believe the kids at the school were plotting against him. That there was some big conspiracy to track his every move and report it back to the government. His speech also became highly incoherent, sometimes he would talk nonsensically moving from one subject to the next in the same sentence, sometimes he wouldn’t talk at all, he just couldn’t find the words. It was around this time that he started hearing Dennis. Dennis affirmed everything he was believing, that everyone hated him, that he was disgusting, that people were tracking him. He told him there was only one way out of this. An idea Brian had been having in his head for quite a while by this time. He needed to kill himself.
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He slit his wrists when he got home from school. Sloppy, but deep, ignorant of human anatomy he missed any vital arteries. He started crying quite loudly. His mother came into the bathroom to see what all the fuss was about. She promptly called 911. He was shipped off the the hospital where they patched up his wrists, and then sent him to the child psychiatric ward, which was mostly filled with children with autism or intellectual disabilities. He spent two weeks there where he was put on some medication before the insurance ran out and they had to let him go.
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He remained a bit more stable after that, he wasn’t quite as psychotic as he was before he got on his meds, but he still had trouble speaking, strange ideas, anxiety, depression, suicidal ideation, and of course Dennis. Then his mother would fail to pick up his meds and he’d hurt himself or become psychotic and do something stupid and insane and get sent back to the hospital where the insurance would run out and they cycle would repeat for years and years and years.
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Clara and Sasha joined the mix when he was twelve, and eventually so did Tect. He was put in the alternative district at the school, not that it mattered, he was never at school for long, he spent most of the time in the psych ward. He discovered alcohol when he was fourteen when he stole one of his mother’s bottles and routinely used that to numb the pain.
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Now Brian’s mother wasn’t often physically abusive, key word there being often. There were times where she’d yell and scream at him and throw bottles and hit him. There was one such time when Brian was seventeen and his mother was particularly drunk. She screamed at him, accusing him of being the cause of his father’s death, and hit him across the face, hard. He ran out of the apartment and never came back.
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Brian started living on the streets, but just barely living. He was already used to not eating much, so he didn’t have to worry about that. When he did need food he would go dumpster diving, much to Sasha’s particular disgust. Some people would take pity on him and give him money, which he would promptly spend on alcohol. He, of course, regressed into his usual cycle of mental illness. He would do something crazy or he would try to kill himself and someone would find him and call 911 and he would spend some time in the hospital, get on some medication, before they couldn’t afford to keep him anymore and he’s be back out on the streets. Then the meds would run out and it would happen all over again.
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When he was nineteen, he was staying in a psychiatric ward, residential, after having spent several days screaming at passersby to stop following him, and something odd happened. His muscles grew. Just a little at first, not quite enough to notice, but rapidly he started gaining mass, up to five pounds a day. This continued, until the stick of a man he was became huge, bulky, like a professional wrestler. Immediately, the doctors knew something was up, that it must have something to do with all the metahumans popping up everywhere. But they didn’t know what to do with him. So soon after the Event, there was no facility for metahuman psychiatric patients. There was nothing they could do. Which was unfortunate, as Brian’s abilities soon turned out to be more than a little extra muscle mass.
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One day, he was having a particularly bad night. The voices were loud and the anxiety and delusions were terrible. He was certain the doctors were planning to perform horrible experiments on him. In a fit of panic, his arm grew nearly three times in size and he punched through the wall of his room. He ran far away from the hospital into the streets, his legs growing in size giving him increased speed, where he came across two people walking down the sidewalk and he was certain they were following him. He punched the woman, and she went flying into the side of the nearby building, her head smashing like a watermelon against the bricks. The man he punched him the stomach. His organs were surely destroyed before flew back into the corner of a building and his spine cracked in two. Brian ran away, not quite grasping what he’d done until a little while later.
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A little while later, well, the mind works in mysterious ways, and even in the fits of psychosis it can somehow still know where to go. He broke into a pharmacy and stole all the Haldol he could get his hands on. Haldol is a typical antipsychotic, and despite the name, typical antipsychotics are rarely used as they’re considered outdated because their side effects are so potent. They may take care of the issue to some degree, but they sedate the user more than anything. However, as anyone with severe mental illness knows, it’s much preferable to be a shell of a human being than a psychotic mess of one.
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Once he regained his senses, he almost killed himself on the spot. He’d just snuffed out the lives of two innocent people. He was absolutely destroyed, mortified. If it weren’t for the words of Clara, he would’ve ended his life right there and then (or at least tried). Instead, he broke into a bank using his newfound powers (he figured a bank would be the most victimless place to steal from) and bought a shit ton of alcohol and nearly drank himself to death.
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This is a pattern he’s kept up to this day, stealing Haldol from pharmacies and money from banks to buy alcohol (and only very occasionally food). He’s managed to keep himself sane enough to avoid going to the hospital. Plus, he’s terrified of going to one anyway, he doesn’t think they could contain him. He doesn’t know what he would do if they took him off the Haldol, he doesn’t think anyone could stop him if he got out of control. He is wracked with grief about what he did and he will do anything in his power to avoid repeating it.
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When he heard about the Hero Program, he became inspired. He’d always wanted to help people, and now he had the abilities to do it. But there’s no way they’d accept him. Not with his history, no way he’d pass the psych test (he assumed they had one), and there would no doubt be a telepath, one that could sense what he’d done. So he’s been making meager efforts to help people on his own, trying to stop “bad guys” if he sees them, although after he defeats them he usually tries to help them, talk to him in his own terrified, anxiety ridden way. He’s done a few good things for a few people. And yes, he is painfully aware of the hypocrisy of him stealing things while trying to stop crime himself, but he can’t find any way around it, nothing that wouldn’t risk him hurting someone again. So he balances his life with the definition of self medicating and trying to fulfill a purpose: to help people.
When Brian’s mother was four months pregnant with her son, his father committed suicide. She stayed sober for the duration of her pregnancy, but once he was born, she picked up a bottle of alcohol and never put it down. Her husband’s death combined with what was no doubt severe postpartum depression made for a nasty mixture, and instead of ever going to a specialist, she drowned her depression in alcohol.
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This made for a rough start to Brian’s childhood. Their finances downhill quickly, and they were forced to move into a tiny apartment in California where they lived off of welfare and the odd jobs Brian’s mother would pick up and quickly lose. Brian was incredibly anxious growing up (still is). He would have panic attacks every time he had to leave the apartment, but his mother would force him to go to school anyway so no one would get suspicious and send the social workers around.
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Brian faced no end of ridicule from the children at school. He was tall, but incredibly skinny (he never ate much), quiet, awkward, unathletic, all in all a very easy target. He went to a very poor school district, both in quality and monetary value, so he never got any help. This may have been what let to the early onset of depression in his life. It was around this time he started cutting himself.
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When Brian was eight, he started to get strange ideas in his head. Well, he already had strange ideas: everybody hated him, he was disgusting and ugly, he deserved what he got, etc. But these ideas started to warp. People didn’t just hate him. They were talking about him. Constantly. Every time he saw someone talking to someone else, it was always about him, and what a horrible person he was. He started to believe the kids at the school were plotting against him. That there was some big conspiracy to track his every move and report it back to the government. His speech also became highly incoherent, sometimes he would talk nonsensically moving from one subject to the next in the same sentence, sometimes he wouldn’t talk at all, he just couldn’t find the words. It was around this time that he started hearing Dennis. Dennis affirmed everything he was believing, that everyone hated him, that he was disgusting, that people were tracking him. He told him there was only one way out of this. An idea Brian had been having in his head for quite a while by this time. He needed to kill himself.
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He slit his wrists when he got home from school. Sloppy, but deep, ignorant of human anatomy he missed any vital arteries. He started crying quite loudly. His mother came into the bathroom to see what all the fuss was about. She promptly called 911. He was shipped off the the hospital where they patched up his wrists, and then sent him to the child psychiatric ward, which was mostly filled with children with autism or intellectual disabilities. He spent two weeks there where he was put on some medication before the insurance ran out and they had to let him go.
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He remained a bit more stable after that, he wasn’t quite as psychotic as he was before he got on his meds, but he still had trouble speaking, strange ideas, anxiety, depression, suicidal ideation, and of course Dennis. Then his mother would fail to pick up his meds and he’d hurt himself or become psychotic and do something stupid and insane and get sent back to the hospital where the insurance would run out and they cycle would repeat for years and years and years.
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Clara and Sasha joined the mix when he was twelve, and eventually so did Tect. He was put in the alternative district at the school, not that it mattered, he was never at school for long, he spent most of the time in the psych ward. He discovered alcohol when he was fourteen when he stole one of his mother’s bottles and routinely used that to numb the pain.
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Now Brian’s mother wasn’t often physically abusive, key word there being often. There were times where she’d yell and scream at him and throw bottles and hit him. There was one such time when Brian was seventeen and his mother was particularly drunk. She screamed at him, accusing him of being the cause of his father’s death, and hit him across the face, hard. He ran out of the apartment and never came back.
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Brian started living on the streets, but just barely living. He was already used to not eating much, so he didn’t have to worry about that. When he did need food he would go dumpster diving, much to Sasha’s particular disgust. Some people would take pity on him and give him money, which he would promptly spend on alcohol. He, of course, regressed into his usual cycle of mental illness. He would do something crazy or he would try to kill himself and someone would find him and call 911 and he would spend some time in the hospital, get on some medication, before they couldn’t afford to keep him anymore and he’s be back out on the streets. Then the meds would run out and it would happen all over again.
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When he was nineteen, he was staying in a psychiatric ward, residential, after having spent several days screaming at passersby to stop following him, and something odd happened. His muscles grew. Just a little at first, not quite enough to notice, but rapidly he started gaining mass, up to five pounds a day. This continued, until the stick of a man he was became huge, bulky, like a professional wrestler. Immediately, the doctors knew something was up, that it must have something to do with all the metahumans popping up everywhere. But they didn’t know what to do with him. So soon after the Event, there was no facility for metahuman psychiatric patients. There was nothing they could do. Which was unfortunate, as Brian’s abilities soon turned out to be more than a little extra muscle mass.
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One day, he was having a particularly bad night. The voices were loud and the anxiety and delusions were terrible. He was certain the doctors were planning to perform horrible experiments on him. In a fit of panic, his arm grew nearly three times in size and he punched through the wall of his room. He ran far away from the hospital into the streets, his legs growing in size giving him increased speed, where he came across two people walking down the sidewalk and he was certain they were following him. He punched the woman, and she went flying into the side of the nearby building, her head smashing like a watermelon against the bricks. The man he punched him the stomach. His organs were surely destroyed before flew back into the corner of a building and his spine cracked in two. Brian ran away, not quite grasping what he’d done until a little while later.
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A little while later, well, the mind works in mysterious ways, and even in the fits of psychosis it can somehow still know where to go. He broke into a pharmacy and stole all the Haldol he could get his hands on. Haldol is a typical antipsychotic, and despite the name, typical antipsychotics are rarely used as they’re considered outdated because their side effects are so potent. They may take care of the issue to some degree, but they sedate the user more than anything. However, as anyone with severe mental illness knows, it’s much preferable to be a shell of a human being than a psychotic mess of one.
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Once he regained his senses, he almost killed himself on the spot. He’d just snuffed out the lives of two innocent people. He was absolutely destroyed, mortified. If it weren’t for the words of Clara, he would’ve ended his life right there and then (or at least tried). Instead, he broke into a bank using his newfound powers (he figured a bank would be the most victimless place to steal from) and bought a shit ton of alcohol and nearly drank himself to death.
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This is a pattern he’s kept up to this day, stealing Haldol from pharmacies and money from banks to buy alcohol (and only very occasionally food). He’s managed to keep himself sane enough to avoid going to the hospital. Plus, he’s terrified of going to one anyway, he doesn’t think they could contain him. He doesn’t know what he would do if they took him off the Haldol, he doesn’t think anyone could stop him if he got out of control. He is wracked with grief about what he did and he will do anything in his power to avoid repeating it.
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When he heard about the Hero Program, he became inspired. He’d always wanted to help people, and now he had the abilities to do it. But there’s no way they’d accept him. Not with his history, no way he’d pass the psych test (he assumed they had one), and there would no doubt be a telepath, one that could sense what he’d done. So he’s been making meager efforts to help people on his own, trying to stop “bad guys” if he sees them, although after he defeats them he usually tries to help them, talk to him in his own terrified, anxiety ridden way. He’s done a few good things for a few people. And yes, he is painfully aware of the hypocrisy of him stealing things while trying to stop crime himself, but he can’t find any way around it, nothing that wouldn’t risk him hurting someone again. So he balances his life with the definition of self medicating and trying to fulfill a purpose: to help people.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]POWER
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ABILITY[break][break]
Muscle manipulation. Brian can grow or shrink his muscles at will, far beyond peak human capacity. This gives him highly increased strength, stamina, speed, etc. in whatever body part he chooses to expand. This not only makes them larger, but denser, increasing his weight and the impact of a kick or a punch.
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LIMITS[break][break]
He can only grow or shrink his muscles a certain amount. He can’t get shrink anymore than his natural state (that being the state of his body after his powers manifested) and he can’t grow in strength anymore than three times the peak human capacity. At max, he can smash through brick walls, but he can only make a dent in steel. He can only manipulate his own muscles. It also takes concerted effort to expand several muscles at a time, the more muscles he tries to expand the harder it is.
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WEAKNESSES[break][break]
The larger he grows the bigger target he becomes. He also doesn’t become invulnerable, so if he punches a wall, he’s still gonna get scratched up and it’s still gonna hurt. That, and of course the previously stated; his powers scare the everloving shit out of him. If he gets out of control, which he is very liable to do, he could seriously hurt someone or worse.
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ABILITY[break][break]
Muscle manipulation. Brian can grow or shrink his muscles at will, far beyond peak human capacity. This gives him highly increased strength, stamina, speed, etc. in whatever body part he chooses to expand. This not only makes them larger, but denser, increasing his weight and the impact of a kick or a punch.
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LIMITS[break][break]
He can only grow or shrink his muscles a certain amount. He can’t get shrink anymore than his natural state (that being the state of his body after his powers manifested) and he can’t grow in strength anymore than three times the peak human capacity. At max, he can smash through brick walls, but he can only make a dent in steel. He can only manipulate his own muscles. It also takes concerted effort to expand several muscles at a time, the more muscles he tries to expand the harder it is.
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WEAKNESSES[break][break]
The larger he grows the bigger target he becomes. He also doesn’t become invulnerable, so if he punches a wall, he’s still gonna get scratched up and it’s still gonna hurt. That, and of course the previously stated; his powers scare the everloving shit out of him. If he gets out of control, which he is very liable to do, he could seriously hurt someone or worse.
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PLAYED BY RAINBOSAUR
PLAYED BY RAINBOSAUR
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WILL HIGGINSON as BRIAN HARRIS
PHARAOH LEAP.
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