”Oh. My name is Cheveyo Qaletaqa. It means Spirit Warrior who is guardian of the people. Pretty cool, right? People usually call me Chevy or Veyo. My name can be pretty hard to pronounce. I am 22 and I know you're wondering why I'm still at Maldoy – Its because I'm training to be a Professor's Assistant. I don't know which class yet. Anyways. On to my powers! I have the ability of Replication. You may think its pretty useless, but when there are fifty of me surrounding you in a fight, then maybe you'll change your mind. Now – Here's the kicker. I use my copies to go out and learn things because when they become one with me, I know everything that they know as though I learned it myself. Which I did. Sorta. Anyways, this has opened up many talent facets for me. Name something – I can do it. Name a book – I've read it. Name a song – I can tell you all about it. Yeah, because I'm the ish like that. Now, a terrible thing is when a replica dies. I can feel it no matter where I am. I retain those memories of his death and its...haunting to say the least. I feel their pain as though it was me who had been killed. Its a terrible...awful feeling. Oh – My sexuality? Erm. I'm sapiosexual. How is that relevant to anything...?
Anyways – Its been leaked that I'm supposedly Good. Not like its a shocker or anything. What do I think of the list? I think its pretty fucked up that the school would label people like that. I mean, really. Who are they to pick our destinies. I don't like the list – Its fucked up a lot of people and their relationships with others: Not cool. People have been saying that the 'Goodies' should act out so as not to conform and the 'Baddies' should be good just to do the same. But I think its stupid. All of it. Judging people so far as to put them on a list like that and then acting out your normal personality just because of a stupid list. I know a few good kids, like Ginny, who used to be real sweet but apparently are Evil, so they've become really...Well. Evil. I. Don't. Like. It. Anyways. I like my girlfriend, being a doctor, training, eating, hanging out with friends, and getting drunk every now and again. Oh, and flowers, and laying around in my pajamas, and watching The Borgias with my girlfriend. I don't like people hitting on my girlfriend, seeing her sad, chihuahuas, people assuming that I should drop everything and help them because I'm quote unquote good, carrots, pictures of me as a kid, and racism. I also don't like pineapples. Ew. If there's anything that I'm afraid of, it would be losing my girlfriend, hurting someone unintentionally, and really dying...
I'm a really nice guy to a fault – Or so its said. I've been described as the poster boy for modern day superheros. I'm really kind, I care about mostly everyone, I smile a lot, I can't pass up people who need my help. All that jazz. But I am not stupid – Far from it. I'm not naïve either. I just don't like seeing people hurting...Even when they do deserve it. Unless that someone has crossed me the wrong way. Like messing with my friends or toying with my emotions? Yeah, you'll get fucked up that way. Excuse my Hopi. My temper? I don't really have one, so to speak. Until someone starts to talk about my girlfriend or someone else I care about...But isn't that human nature?
When you've managed to actually get on my bad side, things aren't really going to go well for you. I don't mind getting sent to detention for beating the shit out of you. I'm really protective about that which I care about. And sometimes if I hate you a whole extra lot, I will go out of my way just to piss you off. Another thing – I'm not as judgmental as people would like to think. I know that most people have their own fucked up history or whatever and its not my place to snoop or treat them wrongly without knowing them at all. I give people a chance. Something that's rare in people these days. I'm the kinda guy that isn't easily thrown off by cold shoulders, mean remarks, pranks, or stuff like that. I think everyone deserves a chance or two. Who am I to deny them that basic human right?
Uh. My past? Well – I was born on a reservation in Arizona; Kykotsmovi. My dad was the chief and I have six older brothers, four older sisters, two younger brothers, and eight younger sisters. What's crazy is that we all have the same mother. My parents are very...fertile. My older brothers are sextuplets. My older sisters and I are quintuplets. My younger brothers are twins and my younger sisters or octuplets. I don't have some crazy childhood trauma story to offer like almost everyone else. I had a great life. I loved my parents, I loved my siblings, and I loved my people. I learned how to do a lot of things; hunting, fighting, tracking, stuff like that. I reached manhood when I was twelve and I was next in line to be chief. But I didn't want it. I wanted to explore the world. And I wanted to find a place where I could learn to control my powers.
My parents agreed one hundred percent and told me of a place that they knew of. Powers aren't uncommon in Native Americans – Not like its completely normal. But most powers are nature or spirit related. But, anyways. I was fourteen when my parents sent me to Maldoy. And I loved it as soon as I arrived – The teachers were great and so were most of the students. I've been here a while and I just can't bring myself to leave. When it came time for graduation...I stayed. I'm training to be a Professor's Assistant, though I haven't chosen which class yet. Maybe with enough studying, I'll just go straight to Professor. Who knows.
Something else you want to know? My girlfriend is ___”