Name: Abel Pereira

Age: 24

Height: 5'11" 

Gender: Male

Appearance: 
[img]http://rd1.ig.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Bruno-Gissoni.jpg[/img]

Occupation: Accountant

Personal Interests: Math, Science, Working Out, People

Fears: Feeling Alone, Drowning, Needles

Power: Polymath

Misc. Info: Abel grew up in a big city, used to its chaos as well as its comforts. He was always pretty good with math, having a natural talent. Naturally, he went to school planning to become and actuarial consultant. The idea of analyzing so much information and making decisions on risk based on the math fascinated him. Then at one point about halfway through college, as part of an internship he came down to Brisbane on business. The moment he got near the town, it seemed his ability with numbers had increased to a ridiculous degree. Not only that, but that first night while at a local college party he discovered this hidden hour. He met the Midnighters who filled him in.  Fascinated by the subject he went back and finished school but with the intention to move here when he was done. He's been working in Brisbane as an accountant for two years now. He can't help but see the numbers in just about everything.

Sample:

Abel rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe he was dealing with this again. He had double checked his numbers, even though he knew he didn't need to. He'd proven time and time again that he didn't make mistakes (except for the ones he threw in on purpose to avoid drawing attention of course). Still the old man insisted that something had to be wrong here. Was it really that hard to believe he'd saved the car wash business THAT much money? No, but it sure was hard for the old man to believe Abel'd done something he couldn't. 

Whatever, just three more minutes, no five minutes until he could get out of here. The office's clock was two minutes and fourteen seconds slow. Then again, he was a professional wasn't he? Not like he was gonna bolt out to happy hour with his friends the moment the clock struck 5, was it? 

No, but at least Mr. Arnold seemed satisfied. Despite his impatience, Abel gave his boss a grin. "See, you just gotta trust me. When have I ever let you down?" 

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I meant to do more for the sample but I need to sleep. I hope that's enough.