Name:Troy Deacon
Alias: TBD
Age: 26
Place of Birth: Harlem, New York City
History: Troy Deacon was born and raised in Harlem, New York City. Though most in his family were on the path of remaining in the concrete jungle, Troy aspired to see the world. Even in his childhood, he was ambitious with his father playing a pivotal part in his work ethic. Like his father who worked for the city conducting maintenance to the New York City subway system, Troy viewed himself as "just another."
His father was a positive role model but he spent many hours working and resting for another day of arduous labor. Not wanting that kind of life for himself and with a lack of financial stability, he forged his own path by enlisting in the US Army as an infantryman. It was not the best occupation but it came with a contract bonus at an amount he'd never seen in his bank account, even after the taxes hit. His parents weren't agreeable to the life choice but they knew they couldn't stop him. He was too stubborn and was considered a man by this time. In hindsight, Troy might have given up every dollar of that bonus if he knew what would follow.
After his initial training, Troy found himself stationed at Fort Bragg, North Carolina with the 82nd Airborne Division. Like the rest of his upbringing, he never considered himself gifted, and would instead describe himself as he always had… "just another" soldier in the line of duty. Despite that belief, he was considered a top performer in his unit and a few perks in the form of additional military schooling came with it. Nothing flashy but he was on the path to eventually putting his hat into becoming a Ranger. Unfortunately, destiny had different plans for him. Before he could apply for selection, he received orders to deploy to assist with a peacekeeping mission involving rioting protests over the Avengers announcing their neutral stance on Krakoa, and in none other than his home city.
He found the mission to be a little beneath him if not a hassle as he and a contingent of his unit assisted the New York National Guard and the New York City Police to bring some semblance of order to the city. What made matters worse was that there were people on both sides. During some moments he held frustration for those against Krakoa, in others he held frustration against those that were for the new nation… and then there were the few times he wished the Avengers had just shut their fucking mouths about it, to begin with. Troy didn't even have time to see his family when he was so close to them now than he'd been in over two years. It couldn't be helped, however. Troy was just another person tied to the effects of people's pride and fears. Only this time he couldn't shoot away his enemies or his problems.
Right place, right time? Maybe… or maybe he tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and accidentally kicked a black cat underneath a ladder and into a mirror. Good or bad, his life would be changed forever.
He and his squad were responding to a gang of rioters escalating tensions in Time Square. The group his squad came upon appeared to be very different from the usual rowdy protesters. They were fitted in strange black equipment and had access to superhuman abilities. Little did Troy and the other soldiers know, these were members of the Cult of X and not just ordinary members either, they were artificially enhanced, former U-Men. With their sealed helmets and armor, CS gas and rubber bullets only pissed the fuckers off and drew their attacks toward his squad. Outmatched and as his squad was downed one by one, he found himself outnumbered. It wasn't long until he was hit hard by one of the U-Men that had some form of enhanced strength before being thrown high into the air. As he fell he could only be reminded of a time he performed a bad jump during an airborne mission. Only this time he was too close to the ground with no janky parachute or reserve to save him. No time for some haphazard prayer or even a flash of his life before his eyes. Just concrete.
Instead of death, something else caught him. Someone else caught him. The blonde woman adorned in red and white carried him through the air as if he was as light as a handbag across several blocks before setting him down. As he looked at her in awe, she rhetorically asked if he was okay before flying into the fret.
Strangest thing is if he would have answered "yes" he'd be lying. As brief as it was, she did something to him unbeknownst to both of them. Troy and his squad were pulled from the line of duty that day. If only that was the end of his troubles. During his debrief of the events that transpired, a chromatic construct of a large fist appeared flying toward his chest before shattering into nothingness. It frightened him and the military officer questioning him enough to postpone the debriefing. It wasn't until several hours later that someone not in uniform sat across from him with different questions. The man wore the sharpest black suit he'd ever seen while also wearing an eerie aura mystery.
How long have you had your powers? Are you a mutant? What are your thoughts on Krakoa? All the questions received almost the same answer. Some form of "I don't know"
The last question was easier.
“With this potential
liability I don't think you're fit to serve your country in that uniform. Mostly like a "change of lifestyle" chapter… but if we can find out the nature of your powers, and if they are of use, would you be interested in serving your country in another way?”
“Shoot.”Powers: Construct Creation
Builder - Troy can create chromatic-colored constructs seemingly out of nowhere. He can form the shapes of things that are familiar to him. The more familiar or the simpler the shape, the better the quality of the construct. With enough innovation and creativity, he can create objects he imagines. Whether they function or even appear the way he thinks they will is another matter. He can manipulate and move his constructs without ever having to touch them, but drastically changing their shape causes them to shatter into nothingness.
Demons and Sometimes Angels - Troy has never had full-blown episodes of post-traumatic stress aside from a few nightmares and being overly wary of oblong objects on the road. However, his powers at many times conjure life-like constructs on their own, sometimes on a level of complexity he's not capable of creating on his own. He once awoke to a team of soldiers re-enacting stacking up beside his room door. Another walked into a restroom to find a construct of one of his comrades aiming a pistol at another construct that appeared to be a quivering civilian. He can expel them like his own but sometimes the sights leave him paralyzed. On the flip side to this, there are times when constructs appear in reaction to what Troy may want or need. It's not always a sure solution
From the Mind but Not of the Mind - Troy and his 'handlers" as he calls them believe his powers are simply the product of mental constructs. Yet despite being in an exhaustive or fugue state, he can continue to conjure his creations and it doesn't seem to give him any strain.
Story Arcs:
“Just Another…”
Troy finds himself at odds with his new life after being recruited into the Commission of Superhuman Activities operative. He isn't used to having and being expected to do so much. The man accepts that this is the new normal and that the days of being just another guy are over.
“Accepting Reality”
Troy eventually finds out the origins of his recently discovered abilities. The one responsible is someone he's grown close to. What will he choose? Gratitude or Enmity?
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