Cal Weir

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Caleb Weir
Player: @taosin
Origin: Technology (Psi); magic (Empathy)
Archetype: Defender
Security Level: Confidential
Personal Data
Real Name: '
Known Aliases: Cal, Asan
Species: Human
Age: 20 (biological age only)
Height: '
Weight: '
Eye Color: '
Hair Color: '
Biographical Data
Nationality: U.S.
Occupation: Student
Place of Birth: Talos Island, Paragon City
Base of Operations: Kings Row
Marital Status: Single
Known Relatives: Unknown
Known Powers
Psionic Blast, Empathy, Possibly Magic (Unknown)
Known Abilities
Backpack. Sketchbook. Pencils.

Some answers in a conversation

11 July, evening, Talos

"Sometimes I hear whispers.... flashes, glimpses, emotions, things heard in a language I can't make out."

"I lash out sometimes... hurt people's minds, or sometimes hear their thoughts or feelings."

"I lost some time a while back. I want... need to learn how to heal, and control this other thing, and why this is somehow connected to technology, or why technolology affects me when I am near it." And the other one answered "You're probably a technomancer."

"When I said study, I thought you meant college. I go to a tech and creative arts college, ans draw a lot. It's restful."

"I was born twenty years ago. Fostered around. I never fitted in. I was often accused of starting fights, violence, I honestly don't remember too much. I know I didn't want to, if I did. ... I didn't do well at school, though folks said I was smart enough. When I was thirteen, I got ill. I only remember glimpses of the next two years. Rooms, men in white, sometimes doctors, restraints. Then, finally, I woke up, Seth said what he said and died, there and then. Seven others were dead near, all patients. Dead. Looks of horror on their faces, died screaming. "

"I was released, and slowly, got a life. Been learning hard as I can, ever since. I made high-school equivalent, work with fixing things, study and paint."

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