Mel said I should do a thing. And so I have!
Name: Trey Darvish
Age: Sixteen
Sex: Last he checked, male.
Background:
Trey Darvish was originally born to a teen couple who had no intention of keeping the child, given up to an orphanage from birth. There he was raised from infancy...all to be prepped for slavery. The orphanage owner was a very lucrative and vain man, believing the children who he helped to 'care' for deserved to care for him back. He forced the children to cook for him, do chores more suited to adults, and practically starved them unless they performed their tasks to nigh-impossible standards. Trey was his caretaker's personal choreboy, due largely in part to his development of Psychokinesis at a young age. He carried boxes, he dug holes, he did all the most strenuous tasks for his slavedriver, all because 'you can do it with your mind, it doesn't tire you one bit!'
An inaccurate statement if there ever was one. Not only did the early and somewhat premature over-reliance of his Psychokinetic abilities tax the child, he often was not strong enough to do his jobs, even with his enhanced power. Trey often found himself going hungry, and quickly became malnourished. His growth stunted, and he withdrew more and more into himself, worried that perhaps the day would never come when he would be free of his shackles, free to live the life of a normal child. It was like Annie...but with no Daddy Warbucks.
By the time he had turned ten, he had learned that there was no point in waiting for the problem to go away. No, if he was going to get out of his horrendous situation, he was going to have to do it himself. Trey had been forced outside to dig some holes for his caretaker's potted plants to go in for the upcoming spring season, so that the orphanage could look presentable to any onlookers, and deter any doubters from the belief that any illegal activity operated beneath the surface. He had chosen not to use his powers this time, instead digging the holes himself. He struggled with the spade, which prompted his caretaker to come outside and berate the poor orphan, letting him know just what a failure he was and that the reason he was never getting adopted was his utter lack of can-do attitude and work ethic. Trey, having heard such a scolding nearly every day, had had enough. With a harsh glare in his eye, he softly said three words, three more words than he had said in the last four months: "Shut up, jerk."
With that, the caretaker got a well-placed shovel to the forehead, knocking him clean out with a concussion. After dashing back inside to let his fellow prisoners know that they finally had a chance to be free, as he had nicked the keys to their rooms from the caretaker's belt, he fled himself, scouring the streets of New York City for somewhere, anywhere that'd answer their door and listen to the story of the poor abandoned child, forced to slave for an abusive man's comfort.
As it happened, one of the first places he tried was Psychen Academy. Classes had already let out for the day, and the dean was just preparing to head to his quarters to finish up some office work when a white-haired child came barreling straight into him, tears in his eyes as he begged the man for some food and shelter. Taking pity on the boy, he allowed him to come to his home, where he was given a good meal and a bed for a few nights. Eternally grateful, Trey smiled for perhaps the first time in his life. Both taking pity on the boy and perhaps being charmed by his genuine relief and happiness, the dean took Trey in as his own, raising the child as a normal, adoptive father would.
He, too, noticed Trey's exceptional skill with Psychokinesis, which grew stronger as he was fed and began to return to full strength. He mentored Trey through his development for the next several years, allowing him to learn how to apply his powers more effectively and teach him about the wonders he could accomplish with the Variable Project. He encouraged his son to apply to the school, where he would receive the best teaching America could afford to give him; in reality, his father just wanted the near-albino child to get some friends. He always preferred to stay indoors, helping around the house or practicing his powers. He almost seemed afraid to talk to other kids his age. Trey, wanting to do anything to make his father proud, happily accepted the chance to take the entrance exam, wanting to show the world that despite his fears and wariness around others, he was a human being with great potential, one who deserved friends and family just like any other.
Personality:
Trey is a very quiet, introverted child. Though he yearns to break through his own shortcomings, he still finds himself overshadowed in conversation often, due to his usually soft voice and lack of assertiveness when he speaks. He is a very studious, observant boy, often taking more time than others to assess a situation and decide on the best course of action. He is fully aware of what he is capable of, and always seeks to improve upon it for the benefit of those close to him. Though he is quiet and docile, too much pressure can force him to crack, whereupon he will viciously lash out at whatever is causing the problem until it ceases or he tires himself out.
Though he is quite skilled with various weapons like staves through years of practice, he is naturally a clumsy, awkward boy, sometimes tripping over his own feet in his attempts to keep up with the bigger kids. He can have problems multitasking, even in the heat of battle, which can lead to oversights if he is not careful. He desires above all else acceptance, and will often defer opinion to the most popular kid in the group, though his father has scolded him about maintaining his own voice. He is seeking improvement on his social presence and trying not to just become another face in the crowd. He wants to make friends on his own merits, not just by following the leader, and often finds himself being very self-critical of his own efforts, though he is generally more successful than he thinks he is. He looks up to his father and tries to emulate his confidence and passion whenever possible. Fake it 'til you make it, they always say.
Appearance:
The picture sums it up pretty well.
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 118 lbs
VECT Result:
Result 1: Short-Range Physical type
Result 2: Short-Range Mental type
Mental type: Psychokinetic Reactor
Trey's Mental Type functions as a sort of augmentation to his shields and blocking abilities. Any PK-based attack that makes contact with himself, his own PK shield, or his weapons siphons kinetic energy from the impact of the attack, which is stored within his short-range physical weapon. This energy can then be used freely in his own strikes or to replenish his own lost energy stores, creating possible attacks that can exceed his own typical maximum output. Current maximum absorption threshold: 25% of maximum energy reserves.
Goals:
Trey just wants to make his adoptive father proud of his accomplishments, as well as perhaps learn to overcome his own shy tendencies and make friends.