Name:
Jayson Darrin

Age:
52

Race:
Unknown

Relationship:
Single

Abilities:
Mimicry: Jayson can mimic anyone but more he can become them abilities and all after he has been exposed to them. He can not mimic things substantially smaller than himself. So he may be able to become a 12 year old but he can't become a smaller child. The person he becomes has to be of relative mass to him.

Training:
Jayson didn't exactly get training in the formal sense. He wasn't born into the delegates wasn't trained by Delegates, wasn't brought up to be some kind of fighter. He doesn't like violence but if he has to fight he can. Growing up on the streets he survived by first being smart and second knowing how to win. Jayson is what you would call a street fighter.

Accumulated Skill Level:
52 Intermediate

Personality:

Jayson is a sweet boy, kind of shy and nerdy in a way. Awkward around women for sure. Not to say he isn't a ladies man, women love his insecure nature. They all just love robbing him of his "innocence" which in reality hasn't been there for quite some time. Jayson acts much like a teenager though he is well older than that, he got tired of being an adult and since he resembles a eighteen year old he can get away with it.

Jayson doesn't realize his own strength or what his ability could allow him to do. He has only used it for survival and while it is highly developed he hasn't found a good application for it. He has had own honor code which led him to believe that his ability should only be used for good and for survival. That thought process failed him when his family was murdered leaving him in the hands of a group of thugs that made him use his ability for their own gain. Robbing banks mostly, small things with the occasional impersonation for ransom. Jayson harbors extreme hate towards criminals it may be his only bad quality. If he had the choice he would kill them all.

Flaws:
Jayson has a burning hatred inside of him that is eating him alive. He feels like he can never rest because criminals are still out there, it consumes him.

History:
Jayson was adopted by a wonderful family in Oxfordshire, England where he lived happily. He had a good education, his professors even thought him a genius. His life started taking a turn when he was eighteen and for whatever reason he stopped aging and that's when it started. Small at first he would touch someone and he would have their hair color or eyes. Then it became more noticeable and he could take other's forms. His mother thought it was an act of god, Jayson never believed in that sort of stuff.

He had to live quite the secretive life and the family moved often to avoid anyone getting suspicious. His father died from a hit and run, just crossing the street and some son of a bitch mowed him over without even slowing down. His mother was heartbroken and pregnant, their miracle child they never thought they could have and now she was going to be raising her all alone. His mother died in childbirth but Jayson's little sister survived and he took her and tried to find a place to call home.

Where he ended up settling was this little town, there was only a small population so Jayson thought it would be safe. He met Laura there and fell in love, she was a miller's daughter. It was a hard life but he was happy. Hard work but always food on the table, it was a simple way to live. He had two children, Nicholas, and Jamie. He had it all, this perfect family, his wife, two children, his sister, a cat, and even a dog. Until he came late from work home one day and there was his perfect family sleeping soundly in their beds but when he went to kiss them goodnight they were cold as stone. The men that did it ambushed him, they had been following him, tracking him and his ability. They wanted it for themselves. The only thing they let him keep was the damn cat and dog. Not even a picture, not even his wedding ring. Then they burned it to the ground, the whole town.

The group made him do some horrible things always threatening to kill the animals if he didn't. Such a silly thing to care so much about a dog and cat but when those things are all you have left of your family, you care about them more than life. His hatred was ignited and it burst into a raging fire by the time the Delegates took down the group. He was happy to see them punished and he would have died with them gladly if it meant that they would be wiped off the face of the planet. But he didn't die. When the mind readers were reading him for his guilt they found something else. Innocence. He was tested and proved to be quite the scientific mystery. They simply Couldn't identify what he was. Nothing they knew about.

His organizational skills and intelligence impressed the higher ups so it seemed and soon he was recruited for a very delicate task. Midnight had gone through twenty secretary's by that point but because of his unique background Arucan thought she might relate to Jayson better than the rest. He knew loss, horrifying loss.

So today is the day he is supposed to meet this Midnight. Jayson honestly doesn't know what to expect.

Political standing and likeability:
Non-Political
8 likeability