General Bio
Name: Dante Cleryton
Age: 30
Gender: Mail.
Appearance: 5' 11", hazel eyes, dark brown hair, usually wears black jeans and a black shirt, because he likes the darker colors. On days when he's in a mood where he doesn't remotely care about anyone else, when he doesn't have to work or do anything, he dresses up in a set of carbon-fiber armor he made while he was in high school. Black, full helm, chestplate, leggings, arm, and gauntlets, as well as a special pair of shoes that have carbon fiber plate-stuff molded/stitched in. Wears a pair of blue-black Nike tennis shoes on a daily basis. [Note that the carbon fiber are faulty parts: air bubbles and the like, which is why everything is interlocking. Read the history for more info]
Superpower
Name of ability: Electromagnetic Sight
Description: At the highest level, Dante will be able to see the nervous system as it light sup with impulses and the like, including the brain. If he focuses on the nervous system and such, he'll be able to expand his range of 'mental sight', and be able to see around him for anything electronic or with any kind of impulse or nervous system. If he studies enough people, he'd eventually learn how to read their minds, first from basic emotions to actual thoughts, progressively, depending on how much he studies people. Not that he DOES NOT JUST READ MINDS. He's seeing all the impulses, and with patience and study, he'll be able to interpret them.
Level one abilities: Random flashes at seeing the nervous system and an 'intuitive' feeling as to where living things are in a small area [because of the energy-sensing]
Level three abilities: If concentrating at any amount, he'd be able to see the nervous system of someone [including the impulses], an 'intuitive' feeling as to what the person, more or less, feels at that moment [if he studying them, and only with base emotions]
Level five abilities: Be able to see or ignore the nervous systems of any living creature, pick up base emotions on anyone if he focuses a little bit, knows where any living creature is in a large radius, can read someone's thoughts [with study], can pick up the general thought someone's thinking about with just a little focus after a short time of studying.
Weakness/drawback: Crowds will make him confused and feeling blind at later levels, would probably get attached to someone around level 2 or 3 and won't want to be separated or anything, anything conductive would sap at his strength and make him feel dizzy and weak, as well as block his powers, if there is enough of it.
History
History: Dante grew up in a rural-ish town with a population around 3-thousand peoples, about 70% of them being pure rednecks. Because of his higher intellect, mainly because of reading, playing games of both fantastical, strategic, and historic settings, and actually thinking, he quickly grew to just laugh with them and hate them for holding him back, silently, though. After some time, he began to focus more on staying home and studying higher level items, such as biology and, on a whim, quantum physics [more just because he wanted to read something interested; no REAL knowledge of it here], computer coding, and history.
Eventually, he escaped from his small-town life, and went to the city life at the University of North Texas, In Dention, near Dallas. There, he studied until he earned a computer science degree, and went on to work for a VR-specific gaming company, working on making game characters more life-like, making models and animating them. And so he was going on a vacation, many years after high school, and decided to take a bus.
The day before the bus ride:
Dante doesn't like crowds. Dante must be with a goddamn crowd for hours without a foreseeable end just because he should 'take a vacation.' Vacations suck. Crowds suck. Politics suck.
Dante's head whurled and hurled in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that another would struggle to match; he just didn't like being a people person [although he is among best friends with those he is truly comfortable with, which is a surprisingly large amount of people], and he didn't like going somewhere unfamiliar, without anything remotely familiar or comforting, all on his own, UGH. He hated it when people were superior. He prefers being the one on top; he can take control, and do what he pleases. But... he doesn't know what he'd do, then. He never has been like that, he never tried to be so, he never was given the opportunity to do so, and so he never knew what to do...
Which was why he was here. Again, for the thirteen hundredth time, he cursed his parents and employer for setting him up for this miniature trip of hell called a 'vacation.'
After beating his head against the chair in front of him for three times before the man in front of him and the man sitting next to him cursed at him for being aggravating, he leaned back and went to his happy place. It was alarmingly close to meditating, he had earlier discovered, because it wasn't as if he went somewhere; that was far from the truth. It was just that... he was floating. No, not floating, he was... there. And he could feel his thoughts and emotions like different little wisps swirling around him. And with a single command, a single idea, a single thought, they all cleared away, sucked away downward in some kind of locked case, where he would later lose control of the lock, and have them surround him once more. But for now, there was nothing, but memory. He sifted through them, discarding the ones he had already labelled as negative into his locked chest, reviewing the few that he labelled positive.
And when he was pulled out of his meditative state, with only what seemed like a few minutes in his subconscious mind, he found that well over three hours had passed, and they were coming in to land. He didn't bother looking out the window; it was all land, and land, and more land, often dotted with the product of humanity's rampant growth and expansion. Greatness and prosperity, one would call it. He would call it encouragement to slowly dig humanity's six-foot-deep hole. Wait too long, and they may find themselves too dug-in to get out. And then everything would collapse in on them.
But that was sometime later, far from now. He didn't have to worry about it; he just took some satisfaction that for all the self-centered fools of the world, nothing with protect them from their own nature. Of course, he knew he was self-centered; he liked doing what he wanted to do, which is why he was so good at his job. He made a piece to a new world come together, if not for him, there would be no population. He always left a hidden easter egg with most of the more important characters, before they become important. That was always fun; to look at the game, and see them rise up, and conquer their fellow NPC foes and allies.
All through his thoughts, he had been just walking along with everyone else, getting his backpack and later his overnight bag, waiting ten minutes, patiently, for a taxi, and then checking the slip of paper with the address to his hotel, and then later paying the taxi driver. Then checking into his hotel, a middle-class type. Nice enough, with a good breakfast and rooms that weren't cheap and poor, nor overdecorated and cramped. He checked the maps on the walls, cross-referencing them from the schematics he had found online, thinking of escape routes should the zombie apocalypse start, or a dragon attacks, or the Russians invade. He was bored, and he didn't enjoy real life; crossing his mind into the real world made it so much more... entertaining. Interesting.
He spent entire days in a half-conscious state, without ever smiling, or even truly participating in a conversation. He injected his voice with enough emotion to pass by as, perhaps, slightly ill, or possibly just tired. And so people left him alone. He was in his room, and he knew that there were a very, very small amount of people who would come into one's hotel room without being invited, all of them figments of his imagination. So he sunk into his bed, pulled out his laptop from his bag, and began reading online fan-fics, science articles, game updates, and writing down ideas for new characters and models. He spent the rest of the day doing nothing more, nothing less, besides getting snacks and drinks, and then promptly eating/drinking them all. He had no reason to take notice in people around him, so it was really just down the elevator, choose what he wants, and back up again. He would not make true and lasting friends with those around him, and he doubted he would impact them in any way. He didn't want to waste his time and energy on something that wouldn't be.
He fell asleep late, and wouldn't wake until it was an hour until the end of breakfast.
