Post by Tiffany on Jul 28, 2007 17:27:34 GMT -5
Name: Dor Totegi
Age: 28
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'0" even
Weight: A slim 140
Power: Can speak to and have inanimate objects respond to him. Like, if he just wants to talk, he can have a general discussion with a pen..or a wall or the like. If he needs information that the object can give, then he can get answers from them.
Power Related Issues: The only problem is, inanimate objects tend to have a limited attention span and a low IQ. And sometimes they dont want to shut up.
Weakness: Loud noises or anyone messing with his head. If he cant concentrate, then he cannot focus on using his powers.
History: Dor was taken from his parents at a young age. His power was widely recognized due to parents who thought to make money off of their sons ability. Pimp out their son for a quick buck so to speak. It traveled far once word was spread, and of course the government was quick to jump on the opportunity train straight to his house. He was at home alone, yet again, his parents being gone using the money they had made off of him during a "See the Mysterious Boy Talk to Your Things" show. That involved him taking a personal item and asking general questions about its owner. He abhored such frivolent use of his power...He hated his power..He wished he could get rid of it. When he found out about his powers, he was tortured by whispers everywhere. Taunting, questioning, talking incoherently, blabbing on about this and that...thousands of tiny voices filling his ears. For a while he thought he had gone insane! He then realized that the voices had a source outside of his head, and he focused in on them and learned how to control it. He tuned out all but the voices he wanted to hear.
He was sitting in his room, trying to focus in on just certain objects when there was a knock on the door. He quickly and happily acknowledged the distraction and ran downstairs. He opened the door to see two men in black suits and black sunglasses standing in his doorway. "Can...Can I help you?" He asked tenatively. He realized belatedly that opening the door so impulsively probably wasnt the best idea. One man spoke up, asking in a gruff tone. "Dor?" Just one word..so simple..yet so full of meaning.
"Yes.." Came the small reply. The immediately both grabbed for him and drug him out of the house. He kicked and screamed all the way to the van, and was promptly silenced.
He woke up in a cell. It was dingy and dark. Rats feasted on something that Dor couldnt even define. He gagged but covered his mouth with his shirt to filter some of the rancid smell. He saw no one else around..the cell was empty other than him and the rats.
He recieved a meal, twice a day, consisting of a mush that looked and smelled like dog food and a slice of old bread. He was given one glass of water a day. "What is this??!! Medieval times or something!?" He screamed every time the food was placed in front of him. He refused to eat it. Over the next few days, the food left on the plates began to rot, just as new ones kept arriving. No one entered the cell, no one talked to him, no one cleaned the cell. Just him..and the rats.
Soon he accepted the tray, eating every last bite, but only once a day. He became skinnier as the weeks dragged onto months..but he couldnt make himself eat that twice a day. Still he had seen no one. His hair began to stick together, greasy and disgusting, he stunk, and could feel the grime collecting on his skin. But no one offered him even a damp rag. No one showed. He became accustomed to the darkness..accustomed to the rats..accustomed to his horrid meal.
* * *
Two years after he was taken in, the door opened. A tall dark man walked in slowly, his nose wrinkling at the smell of the cell. He turned his head back. " What happened to keeping him in good condition?!" He bellowed to the man. At the sound, a skittering sound came from the corner, where a skinny little boy had huddled in the corner. The man held his hand out to him. "Come on..Im getting you out of here.." He said softly. He turned back to whoever he had spoken to just previously. "You will regret this." He said simply, taking the boys hand. "Come on Dor..I am sorry it took so long to come get you, I had business to attend to." He said leading him out of the cell. The boy cried out, his hands raising to his eyes to protect them from the light. Again the older man glared at Dor's caretaker. Dor's eyes ever so slowly grew to accept the light, and he was finally able to open them, revealing startling blue eyes. The man only smiled at this, "Unique..in so many ways.."
The man's name was Mr. Keker. He was the person sent to convince Dor to come over to their side. He set up for Dor to have a bath..several..baths. His teeth were taken care of, his nails fixed, and food, real food, put in his belly. Clean clothes were provided, and a bed set up for him to sleep, which he did, for almost two days. When he awoke, he found his savior next to his bed, reading up on Dor. He found it hard to speak, having not used his voice in so long. "Wh..." He coughed and sat up. He closed his mouth. No..talking was working, but listening would.
"Look..My name is Keker. I needed to see you. I got held up by many many unfortunate events but came as soon as I could. I was horrified by your state.." He said truthfully. "You are someone very special..you know that right?" He asked, looking at the blue eyes that had surprised him so much. "Wonderful..A Japanese man with blue eyes..that doesnt happen..it just doesnt.." He shook his head. " We are going to get that hair of yours cut..get you some clothes that fit better..I just need to ask one thing of you." Dor looked at him expectantly. "I need you to join me in a project.."
After the initial discussion, all Dor asked for in return after the project was for them to get rid of his power. Mr. Keker was slightly confused, but agreed. Then Dor nodded. "I will help you. What do you need?"
"Well..there is this school..its called Cassis Academy for the Gifted..."
