Randel Anthony
Aug 9, 2013 15:28:56 GMT -5
Post by Randel Anthony on Aug 9, 2013 15:28:56 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Randel Jay Anthony
Nickname: Randy
Age: Thirty-Eight
Member Group: Local
Power(s): Precognition: Randel experiences visions of the future. They happen mostly while he is awake. They last, at most, about ten seconds. These visions often occur about a week before the actual events, like clockwork.
Thanks to prior training, he can recognize signs and symptoms of an oncoming incident, but these can be subtle. He can also goad them to stay a bit longer.
Very rarely, Randel can trigger episodes that pertain to a certain person, place or object, but these are far and few between, and are almost certainly followed by a massive migraine or a gray-out.
More tame side-effects include headaches.
Play By: Jack DavenportLet it F L O W . . .Randel Anthony was starting to suffer visions again. He could feel the back of his head grow weak and fuzzy and his sight waver. He had a two-thousand dollar car insurance policy to cover because of it; he always found it funny how he never saw that coming.
It began to occur to him that most of his precognition surrounded the Hammel Institute. It wasn’t that the place was forgettable by any means – it was just hard to process through his memory when the unbidden images flashed through his mind like the shutter of a camera, only allowing him glimpses of the trimmed lawn, the red brick, the arched windows. Only on the fourth vision did he understand (waking to find he’d spilled drops of scalding hot coffee on his hand). He’d seen these same snapshots when he was just thirteen. For whatever reason, the Institute was in his future for a second time.
The Hammel Institute had been the subject of his very first visions. They had seemed just daydreams to him, if vivid ones, and his thirteen-year-old self would often stop in the middle of play to experience them. He described in great detail the place of his ‘dreams’ to his parents, who took it only as a child’s imagination – until they were visited by a couple of officials intent on taking their child away. Imagine Randel’s surprise when he saw the building for the first time…a perfect replica of the one he’d seen in his mind.
Randel had long since graduated. He’d studied law, and had achieved success through not only his studies, but also his talent, for precognition was a great ally to a detective. Often he would perceive cases before they came to him. Sometimes they were all he needed to fling a case wide open.
An image of a face which would later belong to his new client.
A flash of a red convertible, the vehicle’s leather seats stained with blood.
Sometimes just voices – harsh and hurried and not meant to be heard.
All things Randel would learn to look for; they were helpful and strangely relevant, if annoying.
But not all of it was a boon. The faces of his parents and the squeal of tires and the image of the steel and twisted metal tumbling down the hill – he remembered those visions, too, and Randel often wondered when he’d witness the images of his own death.
Now he was thirty-eight, and it was all going full circle. Randel had a week or so to contemplate what role Hammel was going to bring him when he got it:
“They’re re-assigning ya to Pilot Ridge, Randy.”
He wasn’t altogether surprised.
“Ya got people to meet and places to see. They figure you’re the best for the job, seein’ as ya…”
Randel wiped his glasses and put them back on his face. “Don’t be shy.”
“Look, they just figure ya know the place. You can get around easy. Hell, maybe some of ‘em will remember ya there, might be more willing to talk.”
“When you put it like that,” he’d said. “But you don’t need to convince me, Brendan. I’ll go wherever they mail the paycheck.”
So he’d packed up. He’d put on his old brown leather jacket and his blue office shirt and his ties, picked up his beaten up suitcase. It felt like he was thirteen again.
Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Day
Age: 22
RP Experience: 7 or 8 years
How did you find us?: RaeShow your S K I L L S . . .see Erik
