Brian Foster
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Surveillance still under review. | |
| Foster, Brian | |
| Player: @Smilee | |
| Origin: | Science |
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| Archetype: | Brute, Corruptor, Dominator |
| Threat Level: | 13, 50, 16 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Brian Foster |
| Known Aliases: | Burn Force, Burn Fury |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 19 |
| Height: | 6'0" |
| Weight: | 220 Lbs. |
| Eye Color: | Lt. Hazel |
| Hair Color: | Red |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | American |
| Occupation: | Juggler/Bartender |
| Place of Birth: | Chicago Il |
| Base of Operations: | Cap au Diable |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Mother and Father |
| Known Powers | |
| Telekinesis/Pyrokinesis | |
| Known Abilities | |
| All abilities above that of an average man are an extension of his "Higher" mental functions. | |
| Equipment | |
| Metal mirrored sunglasses, Tshirt, Pants, Hiking Boots | |
| Has a temper | |
Theme:[Nine Inch Nails, Burn]
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Physical Description
A young man of nineteen years. Standing six feet tall and weighing a bit over two hundred pounds with his well muscled but trim frame. His eyes are a light hazel, though often hidden behind a pait of mirrored sunglasses. His hair is a fiery red, And though cut short he often combs the bangs down to cover portions of his face. His skin is a patchwork of scar tissue and skin graphs from when he was younger, only fortyfive percent is unblemished.
He favors a Tshirt and cargo pants, with a pair of boots as far as wardrobe, often selecting longsleeves or wrapping his forearms.
Background
Childhood
Brian was born to a normal family from suburban Chicago. Ten fingers, ten toes, and a penis. His father was proud and his mother glowed with the love only a mother understands. the family flourished although there wasn't time for siblings with both his parents busy careers, But they found time to make sure he had anything he needed. Video game consoles and the latest fashions were all his at an age when he couldnt yet comprehend the value.
Things held thier course until the day before Brians ninth birthday party. His parents had begun arguing, and seem Daddy wanted to find a new mommy. They sat Brian down and explained what divorce meant, afraid that a relative or family friend would let somethign slip infront of Brian at the party. He thought he understood what was going on and they praised him for being such a big boy about it, explaining that they both still loved him.
The next day the party was going smoothly when it came time to blow out the candle, one of the large numeral candles fashioned to look like a "9" on centered in a field of soccer players goals set up at either end of the rectangle cake. Both his parents there and a favorite uncle leaning in whispering for him to make a wish. Brian clenched his eyes and made the only wish he could think of for the last twenty four hours. His eyes opened and it was a moment for him when all the action in the movie slowed and you could hear your own heart rate. He stared down the candle concentrating while his lungs took in the breath. He glared at the flame while he held the breath for a moment. In that second, that flame was the only thing that stood between him and a happy family for the rest of his life. His eyes narrowed and he forced the air out hard as he could. the was a Bright flash and warmth flooded the room.
Brian awoke the next day in a hostital bed most of his body wrapped in gauze and an earfull of bad news sat at his bedside with his parents. His favorite uncle was in a coma and would needs new face, along with a couple of his close friends from the cul de sac. Most others were treated for minor burns and smoke inhalation.
Through all this, Brian was happy his wish came true. Daddy decided to stay, and when the family won thier suit against the candle manufacturer, they were able to rebuild the kitchen to it's original splendor along with the addition of a screened in porch and walk out patio. Things were good, and Brian had his first scars to show for it.
Even though everyone said the candle company was at fault, Brian had a suspicion that there was more to it. He had felt something. But at the mature age of 9 the words to express this evaded him and he just smiled and hoped it never happened again.
It did.
Two years later Brian had Bobby Anderson, from two houses down and his closest friend, over for a night of scarey movies and camping out in his treehouse. As children of that age often do. Late that night Brian sat up in his sleeping bag. Not sure what he had heard but certain there was something creeping in the shadows beneath the tree he leaned out a bit for a peek at the axe wielding madmen, werewolf, or zombie horde that was coming for him and his friend. Bobby was awake as well, and as children of that age often do, thought it would be fun to frighten his apprehensive friend.
Brian stared into the darkness, concentrating on the shadows, focused on identifying the shapes that moved behind them in the wind. When the hand grabbed his shouldr from behind Brian felt it again. Time stood still for a moment and he lashed outward at the demon or creature of another world that would see fit to devour him. Screaming as the flash of light and heat accompanied it soon after.
Brian crashed to the ground in the blast, singed but was able to scramble out of his burning sleeping bag in time, despite the broken arm. Bobby wasnt so lucky and Brian stood tranfixed in the yard holding his broken limb as his friends shrieked and wailed in the bonfire that had replaced the tree top, cacooned into his tomb of melted nylon and polyester piling.
Brian was only burned superficially this time, perhaps if he had been scarred there would have been a silver lining.
Things turned bad in the house again after that incident. this time it was his family that was sued for thier part in the negligence that had left two unattended minors in a tree house with fireworks. They lost the nice house, then Dad and Mom lost the nice jobs. That was ok though Mom found three part time ones and Dad picked up a hobby.
They were still a family though and they stayed together, through it all. Father's drinking got carried away, and Mom's tension got worse and worse. It wasnt long before they started hitting eachother, and then Brian himself. by the time Brian was 12 he was already getting used to the daily beatings. His father's heavy hands and his mothers violent words. One the days his mother was the only target, she always made sure Brian knew it was all his fault. His father didnt care as long as he had a bottle in his hand, and something to take out his frustrations on.
By the time Brian turned fourteen he was notorious in the school system for acts of vandalism. Brian knew he wasnt doing it on purpose but no one wanted to hear about it. That he was blowing up the computer lab with his mind, when he forgot to hits save before a crash. Crushing fully charged fire extinguishers with his mind, when he couldnt get his locker open.
He made it to the second quarter before he was expelled for malicious acts toward a fellow student, during an especially violent game of dodge ball that left the JV quarterback in a coma with a cracked sternum and the melted remains of a dodgeball stuck to his chest.
Brian got an extra special beating that day, and as he nursed his wounds in his room he heard a knock at the door. Someone wanted to talk to Brian and it sounded offiacial. It was time to go. Brian was out the window and with a duffel bag he had packed two months prior and an old jacket.
On the Streets
Brian spent the next two years bouncing from one shelter to the next. Leaving one in a state of near collapse and then another burning into a pile of ash. His nightmares wereonly the cause of a few incidents, as his temper was often the reason for him having to slink away in the smoke filled streets after a display.
In this time of sidebar articles and an occasional headline those who really wanted to find Brian finally did. He was approached by a man in a suit that told him he just was't in the right enviornment to develope his abilities constructively. He told Brian that all he had to do was come with him and he would be able to find a place in the world where he would be somethign truely special and help to better mankind as a whole.
Brian agreed over a steak dinner and a ride in a warm car.
Crey
The next three years were a blur for brian, especially after the operations started. The initial evaluation period was short enough, two weeks of sleeping ina fireproof room under sedaition and then tested for the next day. Once the doctors had an idea of what they were looking at the lab rat treatment really started. Brian's brain was being mapped, his DNA was being extracted and reverse engineered.
The people told him what he actually was. Not a freak, or mutant, he was a pyrokinetic and a telekinetic as well. This was aspecial combination. They could often find one,but tofind both in one person. This was a key to understanding higher mental facualties.
Things got really hazey for brian after that. The next day he was prepped for surgery and wheeled in. To this day Brian's scalp bares the scars of multiple brain surgeries. several devices were implanted to help with him controling and focusing his abilities.
Thing progressed and Brian began training. He was tutored in a liberal arts education but was devoid of any outside stimulous except for the other "hopefuls". In free time they were permitted to watch a slew of animated features brian was sure were older than him and probably doctored with subconcious messages, but yet Brian didnt care. Some of the devices the corporation had installed, were not jsut for control of Brians abilities, but for control over him as well.
But during a training exercise Brian took a hard hit to the head. Everythign seemed fine at first and so the trainers simply escorted him back to his room and left him for the night.
The next day, Brian woke back up... All of him.
Freedom
Brian wasn't sure why he had put up with the lab techs poking him and prodding him this long and decided to do somehtign about it that morning. A few hours later he walked out of a burning, crumbling warehouse in Nerva Archepelago. Wasnt long before he was back to his street mentality, found clothes and began stealing to survive.
He was soon taken in by a group of wayward Carnies and stayed with them for a while before eventually taking up refuge in a safe house calledBranded.
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