My name is Velasco Devan Lonan. Some call me ‘Vas’ or ‘Vasco’.
When I started training, I was five. So adding on the thirteen years of training, I am nineteen years of age.
I am a Neon. Literally, my eyes are this freaky Neon green color that I am unable to disguise and my hair is a jet black. Some suggest contacts, but trust me, I’ve already tried. Multiple times. Anyways, I guess the eyes have to do something with my power. Yeah, I only have one. Shame, really. I can hypnotize others, but it’s hard to do that without looking someone straight in the eye. My skin is pale, since we don’t get much sun. I am muscular and broad-shouldered. Very well built and I am also tall. I stand to be 6’2, and I love it. Sometimes I can find a dark enough brown colored contact lens that I can wear that only hides the green a bit, but it still sort of works. I’m sure there’s much more that I could add, but would I want to get into that now?
I am classified as an abnormal, seeing as my hypnotism is useful. But I’m not really sure I want to find out what I’ll be used for.
Well, if you asked me about my personality, I would likely say that I’m a lovable, kind, caring person who never gets mad at anything. But if you asked others? Well, I’d be given the traits of Hot-headed, Short-tempered, strategic, focused, and many other things. Which one is most likely true? Definitely what others would say. I like to believe that I’m gentle and caring like a nice guy like Ron, but honestly, I’m just....not. My strategic, clever, and focused kind of traits were built into me when I’d started training. I want to be legendary like that girl Nimph’s parents were, but it’ll take a while to get there.
My history.... Not really that exciting. My parents, unlike most others like myself, didn’t help in the Revolution. Well, I think so at least. I don’t want to be taken for not as involved as some of the others because my parents did not help the revolution, they hid in a little hole while the others fought. I have been and will always fight for our kind, no matter what family I came from. But there’s not much more than what I’ve already explained. Training was and is my history. I hope to be able to train young ones like I have been trained, but first comes the missions.
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I lowered my eyes instinctively, knowing that if I did otherwise it would end badly. I remember back in training when the trainer would get annoyed and scold me for never looking them in the eyes. I just figured that if I hadn’t looked, then I wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath. They said that if I didn’t look them in the eyes then it’d look like I wasn’t brave enough, and that was a disadvantage on my part.
Eventually, I’ve learned to control what comes with my eyes. But I still have to be cautious when I’m not paying enough attention, like now. Before scrunching my face up in pain, I’d stubbed my toe on an old cinder block.
“Ow.”