Assignment Tracker Profile: ER1919

Name:
Emmanuel Rodriguez

Nicknames:
Manny
Dahlia Deranged (Drag Name)

Gender:
Male

Age:
22

Place of Origin:
Los Angeles, CA

Occupation:
Drag Queen
Cosmetic Makeup Artist & SFX Makeup Artist


Known EVO Abilities (If Applicable):

Sense Manipulation

STAGE ONE: [Enhanced Senses] - User senses of sight, taste, hearing, touch, and smell are glaringly, obviously and super/unnaturally more acute than their race. They can see kilometers away, see the faintest distinctions/track things too fast for the natural eye, hear through dense walls perfectly, listen to a sweat drop from someones face in another room, smell anything over wast distances; by combining smell and hearing one can tell if someone is lying, taste the smallest details; to the extent of molecular distinguishment, and feel the slightest vibration in the air and ground.
STAGE TWO: [Sense Focusing] - User can focus their senses to look for a particular sight/sound/smell/taste/feel and blocking out all others. By nullifying the remaining four senses, one can heighten a single sense to it's maximum potential. They can see at a subatomic level and through multiple spectrums, hear from miles away or use echolocation, smell someone's hormones, taste every single element in a bite of food, or feel vibrations deep in the earth and rub a hand on a piece of written paper and be able to read what it says like braille.
STAGE THREE: [Sensory Deprivation] - User is able to numb/decrease the senses (sight, taste, hearing, feel and/or smell) of others temporarily. This power can be used for monetary distraction and decrease the senses to the point they are effectively nullified, having them completely lose all connection to the real world.
STAGE FOUR: [Imperceptibility] - The user is totally imperceptible, and as such can in no way be detected or communicated with by another person. They cannot be physically perceived, and are invisible by smell, touch, vision, hearing, etc and give off no heat or leave any evidence of their presence, yet the space they occupy has no lack of it. To all senses, the user does not exist. Even though the user is completely invisible sensory wise, they can still be detected psychically and through technology i.e. cameras, x-ray, scans, sonars, etc.

Psychological Profile & History:
Manny was born an only child in Azusa, California to a Mexican mom and a Spanish father. After he was born, his father abandoned the both of them, leaving Manny's mother alone to raise a child. Times weren't always good. Manny's mother had to work two jobs to support the both of them and were on just about every type of government assistance program there was. There were often times that his mother contemplated suicide because she couldn't handle the stress with raising a child on her own. Often than not, Manny would be left at his grandmother's house while she would be gone days at a time to find herself. One thing is for certain though; Manny's mother did love her son.

When Manny was 8 years old, his mother met a man and began dating him. It wasn't before long that she married him and he moved in. He had a very decent job and she was happy there was a man to help support the two of them. However things only got worse from there. Manny's now stepfather turned out to be an abusive alcoholic who would beat both him and his mother. He would degrade them verbally when he was intoxicated and made their lives hell. Manny's mother felt she couldn't leave him because they had no way of financially supporting them on her own and she felt in too deep with her husband. This abuse carried out until Manny was 15 years old when he had enough. This was the time Manny came out to his mom about being gay. His stepfather overheard and beat him for it, calling him every type of homophobic slur there was. He packed his bags and ran away to live with his grandmother, leaving his mom alone with that man. He loved his mom, but he couldn't be under the roof with that man any longer. Not to mention people at school were noticing Manny would come in with bruises frequently.

It only took a few months with his grandmother for his mother to come to her senses. She refused to put a man over her son and decided to flee to be with her son. She filed a police report and divorced her husband soon after. Because of this experience, Manny felt obligated to start a group at his school where everyone could share similar stories. He was the head of the GSA club and became an activist against bullying and abuse. Things started to get better and Manny soon graduated high school at 18 and went to community college cosmetology.

Manny had always had a fascination with makeup and wanted to use it to make others look beautiful. He studied cosmetic makeup and also began doing SFX work since he was a big fan of horror movies growing up. Around this time is when he began going to 18 and up bars in West Hollywood and discovered the art of drag. He started using his makeup skills to create a character who was queen of the night and gore. She was known as Dahlia Deranged. After booking many amateur shows, Manny became a well known drag queen all over Los Angeles and was known as the spooky, pretty queen who looked stunning as a man and as a woman. Now at age 22, Manny has gone on to be well known makeup artist/SFX artist in the mainstream industry as well as a well known drag queen in the country. He plans on going to New York for few weeks for work. Although through all of this, he's been holding a huge secret for a few months.

First Known Manifestation (If applicable):
During a show at Rage in West Hollywood, Manny had become real dizzy while performing on stage. He tried to fight through the nausea and keep performing as a rush of things he's never felt before began to bombard his brain. After he finished his show, he went backstage to throw up in the bathroom. Just as he came up for air, his ears began to ring as the sound amplified all around him. He was able to hear what was going on outside of the club. The stench of his vomit intensified and could literally smell every content of the alcohol he drank. His vision kept zooming in and out as he tried to leave the bathroom stall. All of his senses were being amplified at once and it was overloading his brain. Manny soon passed out from the pain and woke up in his friend's apartment with a huge hangover. He could vaguely remember what happened the night before. However after a few hours, his senses began to act up again. He kept receiving voicemails from some guy named Mohinder Suresh saying they needed to get into contact immediately. Something about evolution. Manny was in too much pain to really care what anyone thought. After a few weeks, it started happening more frequently to where he could get a better handle on his new abilities. He remembered when he was younger about a girl who fell from a Ferris wheel at a carnival and said there were people out there who were special. Also more and more people had began coming out that they had special powers. Manny never thought that it was truly real until now. However because of the dangerous people out there who hunt people like them, he decided to stay silent.

Name: Alexander Finnel
Nicknames: Alex, Finn
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Place of Origin: New York City, New York
Occupation: Plans on becoming a Forensics Scientist in the Criminology division of the NYPD, but currently works as a part-time pizza delivery boy as he finishes college. This is not an occupation, but he is also the assistant to Mr. James B. Jones, the Forensics Criminology Professor of Avery University - his college - in New York City. This gives him extra credits in his chosen major, allowing him to have more free time outside of college.

Known EVO Abilities:
[Speedster Physiology] - Deep within his genes, multiple DNA strands have long since been connected to an unknown force within the universe, granting Alex, and anyone else connected to said force, abilities that all focus upon one specific nature - Super Speed. Currently, as it is now, Alex has the ability to run along the speeds of or below 'Mach 1', although he would have to run full-kilt to hit the pinnacle of that speed - which would result in a sonic boom. The natural side-effect that comes with this ability of super-speed, is himself having superhuman reflexes, agility, stamina, endurance, and perceptive abilities - allowing him to take in information and process it at much faster rates than a normal human, which is a must when moving at such high speeds. With his speed, Alex can do various things you'd expect someone with superspeed to do - such as running across water and up vertical, steep surfaces with the intensity of his speed, reading and processing things at super speeds, vibrating his body at super speeds, and henceforth. Due to his DNA strand's connection to the unknown force, and his own body developing his awakened power, Alex's speed and abilities will grow as he himself trains and uses said abilities - and discover more variables for his speed. On a sidenote, due to his speed, his metabolism is extremely hightened. He has to eat a vast variety of food to sustain himself, or else he experiences dizzy spells and fainting. Due to the pure amount of speed he moves, theres a chance that his clothing will catch fire/smoke due to the wind resistance, as normal clothing doesn't have the natural immunity to such, like Alex's skin. Due to the static electricity generated by his speed, and perhaps the unknown force that powers his DNA/Genes, Alex generates golden/yellow static electricity/lightning whenever he moves/vibrates at high speeds.

Psychological Profile & History: Unsurprisingly, Alex has lived a rather...boring and normal life, up until three months ago. Born underneath a Police Officer of a father, and a District Attorney of a mother, he was obviously brought up to be a law-abiding and authoritative young man - they got in, well, seventy-five percent of it. As a child, Alex obviously shown that he was a smart, bright-eyed young boy, getting straight A's and always getting that golden star for being a good sport, and a good student. However, like all small, skinny kids in public middle-schools, he was often bullied for his lunch money, or bullied to do someone's homework. He did it, at first, until he came back home with a bruised cheek, and his father took a trip up to the school. Obviously, this didn't really help, and the jeering got a bit worse - so Alex took to keeping to himself, and running the opposite way if things were looking bleak. While you would think this would make him a coward, it actually didn't.

Since his bullying became something of the past, the bullies took to messing with other people. Little girls with pigtails, the one kid that ate his boogers - they were pushed, slapped, and stole from, and it was his fault. So, Alex stopped running, and helped out the other kids. He took the hits, sure, but he was getting a bit better at talking himself out of it, or simply getting the Hell away once he helped the other victim. It became a thing of the past as they got older, and the teachers became wiser. He was still getting really good grades, and was skipped up one grade, which put him into a class with slightly more mature students. Most of them saw him for what he was - a bright, if not slightly geeky student that enjoyed speaking about science, physics, and the latest comic book. Time passed, and eventually, high-school was over. He was talked about by colleges extremely highly, and went to Avery University after getting a rather nice apartment in Downtown NYC. He knew what his goal was - the NYPD, in Forensics - that was always his favorite type of subject back in high-school, after all.

In college, there was no bullies. Sure, there were jocks, but Alex was a friendly guy, and no one really felt the need to try and beat him up. Some training with his father gave him a bit of hand-to-hand knowledge, so he was sure that he could defend himself, regardless. More time passed, and his life was looking good. And then...that happened. Afterwards, he tried to play it off, and had even stopped running whenever he could. But, it would pop up whenever he was doing some sort of task, off and on, and eventually, he decided to settle down, test it, and see what the Hell was going on. He wasn't stupid. It was super-speed;; unnatural things happened, especially with the stuff that happened those years ago. He had to keep it on the down-low, however, and try to control it. People didn't like strange, and he was getting as strange as it got.

First Known Manifestation:
He had been taking five boxes of pizza completely across the city, to one Old Lady Palmer's apartment, when he heard the gunshot. It was pretty late, but not too late - around 10 PM, which was the usual time people began ordering the delicious Yorkshire's Pepperoni Platter for dinner. Delivery boys were given slow little mopeds to traverse the streets, so, a bit spooked, but concerned, Alex had turned the moped right and began heading towards the place the sound had blasted from. As he got closer, no longer very concerned about delivering the pizza on time, two more gunshots sounded, and he jumped what felt like 3 feet into the air, dropping the pizza and the moped - and, just his luck, right into a pothole. The back wheel popped on a piece of concrete, and the pizzas had spilled against the pavement. He had cursed, pulling the moped up, when he heard the sound of a slow moving car coming closer and closer to his location. A similar gunshot - something he now recognized as a standard Glock 21 round - blasted from the car's slightly opened window, and he could hear coughing and rough laughter. Two thuggish-looking guys exited the car, and it was obvious that one was packing heat. At this point, his heart was pounding, and he realized what had happened. They'd led an innocent bystander to a shitty part of town, and had planned on mugging or shooting him. God damn it.

The first thug, the one with the gun, pointed it lop-sided at him, a joint hanging from his mouth, and Alex cautiously put his hands up. He could still remember the scene, to this day. "Yo, looks like we got a pizza boy this time, Josh." The gun-toting thug smirked, and it was obvious by his slightly lurring words that he was pretty high. His friend, Josh apparently, grinned, walking forward to look down his nose at the slightly taller, lankier, and scared-shitless Alex, who was still froze. "You hear that, pizza boy? Give us ya' pizza!" Josh laughed, shoving Alex. This snapped him out of his daze, and Alex swallowed, stumbling back clumsily and crouching down. "Okay, okay, just don't shoot." He cursed his luck underneath his breath, grabbing a warm, non-dirty box.

"We don' want your shit, dumbass!" The gun-toting thug laughed, kicking Alex in the back, sending him falling onto the pavement, scraping his chin. Alex grunted as the wind left his chest, and he heard, rather than saw, the Glock being cocked back. "We're just lookin' for time to kill." He could hear the grin in the voice, and damn it, he did not want to die, yet. He still had that report to turn in tomorrow, that comic book to finish reading, and he still had to finally beat Shane on Counter-Strike. He still wanted to see his mom and dad. He still wanted to be the one to give his dad the forensics detailing of a complex crime. He wanted to see them look upon him as an equal, and not as their nerdy, lanky son. He wanted to be someone.

It took him a few seconds to realize that he wasn't dead.

He turned around, and to his surprise, the thug was still cocking the Glock back. Alex stood on shaky legs, and narrowed his eyes. Time...was moving slow? No...wait...was it adrenaline? Regardless...he had to get the Hell away...he didn't care if it was adrenaline, or what. He just knew...he had to get away before the trigger was pulled. With all of his strength, he clumsily dashed forward, stumbling over his feet, before he regained his footing and began sprinting. And, sprint, he did. Everything around him was a blur as he suddenly shot down the street, arms pumping as he simply began to run as fast as he could. No, everything else wasn't a blur. He was the blur. His mind seemed to instinctively know when to turn and move around every obstacle, parked car, and corner, as he blurred through the city, heading for the first safe location in his mind - Old Lady Palmer's apartment. However, as he twirled around a speeding car, electricity arcing off of his blurring form, his head began to catch up to what was happening, and his stomach dropped.

Alex skidded to a stop right in front of Old Lady Palmer's door, tripping over his feet and slamming head-first into her wooden door, causing the door to splinter open with a loud crash. Behind him, his skid marks were melted black marks in the concrete, still smoking.

Good thing was, he wasn't fired from his part-time job.

He did have to pay for the door.