What's your name: Sylar Hart. Call it girly and I
will destroy you.
How old are you?: Seventeen.
Tell me about yourself: I don't like people. They're stupid, destructive, and they talk too much. People at this school are an exception - at least mostly. They're special, like I am. Some of them are still fools, but not all. I can talk to them. Befriend them. They still mistrust me, but that's alright. I probably deserve it. I know I'm not normal, even by their standards. I hold the gaze too long, remain silent when others would speak, enjoy the pain of the people around me. I think some of them suspect what I've been doing with my powers, but that doesn't matter. There's no way to prove that I manipulate people. A thought leaves no traces, no evidence. Perhaps that is why they don't like me - I mess things up, and I get away with it.
I don't work the way most boys my age work. I am spiteful and vindictive, cruel, jealous, bitter, and more than a little arrogant. That sort of thing happens when you spend most of your childhood dying - when you know you're never going to have the physical strength that the boys all around you have. Weak lungs prevent me from running, playing, being normal. I traded my body for my mind. I enjoy doing what I do, being able to make my little "suggestions". I enjoy having control over others, knowing things they don't want me to know. Someday, I will have the power to make others do as I wish them to do. This is all practice for that day. I know that isn't an admirable thought, but I do not really care. I am tired of being pitied, of watching others being pitied all around me. I refuse to be weak any longer. I will be strong, and I will fight for those who do not have the chance that I have. The small, the insignificant, the weak... I will be their dark knight.
So what are your abilities: I am a mind-bender - most would call me a telepath, but I am not limited simply to reading the minds of others. I can reach into their heads, implant thoughts, make "suggestions". I can nudge the people around me into doing things out of their character. Get them into trouble. I do it for fun, mostly, sometimes for revenge. I can pick people's secrets out of their heads, if I try hard enough. Sometimes, when I'm angry, I can cause them pain. Paralyzing pain. I hope that someday I will be able to do it by choice. I am not all powerful - I have not mastered my abilities yet. It still takes too much energy, taxes my weak body too much. I have to see their eyes to do it - once I've made eye-contact I can pick out their thoughts. The power is even stronger if I'm touching someone. Unfortunately, I have not learned to turn if off yet, either. The stray meeting of eyes, the brush of skin on skin - the slightest contact and I know exactly what the other person is thinking. Perhaps that is why I dislike being near to people. It's far, far too noisy in other peoples' heads.
How did you come to the academy?: I grew up with a family that had no clue what I could do. My parents, my older brother, all assumed that because I was sick all the time, couldn't breath right, couldn't run, I was defective. They thought me weak. They had no idea that I could hear these thoughts, that I knew how they pitied me. I hated it. I did not live on the run, I did not have to flee. My family never even knew what I could do. I left, came here, by choice, because I hated them, even as I loved them. My dear brother... sometimes I wonder how he is doing. He was quite attached to me. I know he must miss me, but that is not nearly enough to make me want to go back there. I don't want to be pitied, and I have grown strong enough that I no longer even care whether or not I am loved. So long as I am respected, feared, nothing else matters.