Oliver James Wells

[Oliver Wells]

The easy S T U F F . . .

Name:Oliver James Wells
Nickname: Sparky, Oli-J (only one kid ever called him that), Ollie
Age: Nineteen
Member Group: Local
Power(s):
Energy Constructs: Oliver has the ability to manipulate energy from all electrical sources. He can use this power to shock people to the touch, and even send short-range blasts of electricity from his hands. The downsides of this include burns from electricity, extreme fatigue and and the occasional power surge at inopportune times.

Electric form: Oliver rarely expounds on this ability, frankly because it is extremely painful and he's never quite enjoyed it. When he does use this power, he has the ability to transport himself through telephone lines, circuit breakers and other forms of electrical cords and outlets. In this situation, he'll occasionally get stuck in a place and take a few hours to figure out how to remove himself from a telephone line. Oliver has caused a few accidental fires from this ability, and blackouts are not uncommon to his hometown because of this mischief.
Play By: Tom Felton

Let it F L O W . . .

A manila folder was thick with papers, bulged with small cassette tapes, and worn from many views. Upon opening the folder, the first thing to fall out is one of the three tapes - on the white banner, it reads in scrawled writing, "Session 8. 8/21/01. O.Wells"

Click - the tape begins to role, a crackling, hissing sound emitted from the speakers for seconds, before a calm, warm sort of voice flows, "The date is August twenty-first, 2001. The time is 4:09 in the afternoon... How are you today, Oliver?"
There is no response. The sound of movement - rustling papers, the scratching of a lead pencil against file paper. A pause, "Oliver?"
Still no response, though the slight, recognizable sound of a jacket zipping and unzipping is audible. Another long pause, "Well, can you at least tell me what you did in school today? Did you have fun? With... Who is it," More papers shuffling, "Mrs. Kenberg?" One could practically hear the smile in the warm man's voice. "Do you like Mrs. Kenberg, Oliver? Is she a good teacher?"
Another long pause, more tapping from the pencil. "I hear you're excelling in science! That's good, do you like science?"
More silence.
"There are many fields you could go into with that. Medicine, especially. Just like your father! You could be a pediatrician, like him." Static infected the recording, fuzziness covering up the dead, droning silence that was holding the scene in a choke hold.
A wiring, high pitched noised. Quizzically, "What's wrong with this thing?" A loud smash was heard on the tape before the recorded noise returned to normal. A hum of confusion, the sound of a metal chair screeching against the ground, a muffled tapping of a pencil on a table nervously.
The welcoming voice sounded more hesitant now, confused, "So... Oliver, why don't you tell me about your... mother. How are you two getting along now?"
The room was silent now. Eerily so, more than before. Not even the fiddling with the zipper, or the tapping of the pencil continued at this point.
Another hum, more writing on paper, "You seem tense. Do you not like it when I talk about your parents?" He didn't even bother pausing this time. "How about we talk about something different. Like sports. Do you like sports? I was told that you played baseball when you were younger. Do you still like it?" The tapping of the pencil resumed, faster this time. Another shifting sound, more subtle this time. His voice sounded pleased now as the doctor continued, "Well that's good. You should get involved with your school's team. I do believe that Chancellor Middle School has a team." A momentarily flipping of paper. "Did you know my daughter went to that very school a few years ago? She's in high school now, nearly out, a senior you know." The voice paused momentarily, the smile evident once more in his warm tone.
"You have siblings, don't you?" Another shuffle, flipping and cluttering of papers. "Ah, yes. Little Alice and Leia. Twins, correct?"
Static started in the background of the tape, causing the speaking to become blurred as the doctor pressed on. "How are they doing? Second grade, that's a big one." A small chuckle with the end of the sentence. A certain tenseness in the silence that fell after the laugh died down.
A humming sound, forcefully lighthearted. "And they're doing fine, I presume? They seemed well, from what Doctor Korry has told me. Dealing just fine..." The sound trailed off, static flaring to blur the next bit of speaking out of the recording. Another loud clattering noise as the recorder was fiddle with, the static dying down to a low hum.
"Oliver... I know it's still a touchy subject for you, but I'd really like to try and talk about what happened."
A long pause, the scrapping of metal against tiles as a chair was moved.
The tense silence was dotted with buzzing, going in and out, almost like a million mosquitoes swarming around the tape recorder.
"You know... Your sisters both say that you were lying. That your mother never.. hurt them." The buzzing spiked in sound, then lowered again so the listener could pick up, "Oliver... Lying about things like this is very serious."
The tape screeched with high-pitched static for a few seconds, before falling completely and totally silent. The tape reeled, no sound produced from the film for nearly a minute.

Then there was a click, some rustling, and a very long sigh.
"Patient Oliver Wells, age eleven... Session number eight on August twenty first, 2001... He seemed distant, didn't speak a word then entire session. Even when I asked about his teacher and baseball. The claims of alleged physical and verbal abuse from his mother has seemingly died down, but whenever his parents are mentioned he always seemed tense. There were never claims about his father, Doctor Wells, a pediatrician..." At this point, the doctor's voice stopped, another sigh let out. "I'm not sure what to do with him. He seemed to be... improving. But today was just too much. And the tape player kept messing up, I had to get a new one. Fickle thing." The tape resorted to light static, and clicked at its end.

The paper on top of the pile shoved gracelessly into the folder reads,
"Parkson Elementary School
Teacher Name: Mr. Williams
Grade: Four
Student Name: Oliver Wells"
It is a report card, slightly crumpled, with tears along the corners. The grades are decent, but what draws attention is the Teacher's Notes section on the bottom, circled with read pen.
"At the beginning of the year, Oliver exceeded in all of his studies. He was a bright student with a happy and upbeat personality. Around December, he changed drastically. He became more introverted and rarely spoke up in class. His grades dropped, except in Science as seen above. When going into Middle school, he should work more on socializing and getting to know his peers. Oliver has shown the potential to do well in all his classes, and should keep up that mindset for the entire year in future schools. But he was a good student, very well behaved and I enjoyed having him in my class.

Signed. A. Williams"

The next papers are nothing but other report cards from over the years, all of which say at the bottom in the teacher's notes that Oliver was a bright student, but seemed introverted. The next paper to catch attention is a Police Report, filed on January second, 2001.

"RELEASE: On 1-02-01, at approximately 5:15PM, personnel from the Winnipeg Police and Fire Department responded to an assault on 201 Hamilton Ave. Upon entering the premises, three children [Oliver Wells, Alice Wells, Leia Wells] were found sustaining multiple injuries, with one being unconscious [Leia Wells]. Thus far, the investigation was lead to believe the parents were to blame for the injuries, but when interviewing the children, only one claimed such accusation. The eldest, Oliver Wells, stated that his mother had beaten the three children, and even pushed the youngest [Leia Wells] down the stairs, causing her head trauma. The mother was brought in for questioning, but later released for her alibi checked out. Melissa Wells claimed she was at her sister's house in Wellington Crescent at the time of the assault. Upon investigation, her sister [Janice Garrison] proved this alibi to be true.

Prior to this, the father [Lewis Wells] was interviewed under suspicion, though he was never mentioned in the statements, he was at home during the time of the assault. He was released, as all officers had no reason to suspect him.

The children [Oliver Wells, Alice Wells, Leia Wells] spoke with Social Services, who determined the children were in fine mental states to return home. But Social Services did request that they all see a child therapist for their accusations. They begin sessions with Doctor Johnston and Doctor Korry on 1-21-01

It was determined later that Oliver Wells had lied in his first Police Statement, and that he was suffering from social neglect from his parents, causing him to inflict injury on himself and his sisters [Alice Wells, Leia Wells] on 1-02-01. The case was closed and records of the events filed.

Prepared by: Alexander Lesson [Chief of Police]"

More papers shifted through, mostly handwritten notes from teachers all saying close to the same thing, mostly addressed to his parents - The scars on Oliver's arms were becoming bothersome, and when called to the office, he remained silent throughout the entire session. The scars looked like burns, and they were beginning to suspect self mutilation. Beneath that were reports of blackouts throughout Winnipeg between the years of 2001-2004

The next article was a Doctor's scribbling, a crease at the top from previously being held on a clipboard.

"Patient Oliver Wells came into the Emergency Room at approximately 2:30AM on October 6, 2004 with extensive electrical burns on his hands. The nurses treated the burns and gave him Hydromorphone for the pain. Upon later questioning his parents, they stated he had grabbed hold of a live wire that had broken off in their garage. Finding suspicion in this, one of the nurses conducted a blood test that revealed the boy was positive for meta-human genes in his DNA. Later that night, a representative from the known meta-human school, The Hammel Institute, came to take Oliver away. His mother put up a fight, even throwing one of the chairs in the room at the man before nurses were forced to sedate her. Oliver Wells left the hospital at 6:15AM under consent of his father.

Signed: Joshua Kelly [Head of Hospital Staff]"

The last paper in the folder had the Hammel Institute seal at the top, reading "From the Desk of the name is scribbled out beyond recognition:

Graduation day has always been interesting. Especially when inviting the families of students into the school. Many of them feel wary of the students and teachers, of Hammel in general. But it is a happy occasion, nonetheless. One graduating student's family did not show for the service. Oliver Wells, one of the youngest graduating. He has always possessed a unique personality, a very quiet student. Diligent, but antisocial. He rarely participated in any extra activities, and as far as any of the staff could tell, he had no companions to speak of. He was never trouble, but his peculiar attitude raises suspicion. We're not sure where he's going to, or what he's planning to do with his life. He disappeared after the service without so much as a goodbye. His room was stripped, and we hope that he has gone back home, or at least somewhere safe.

Behind the M A S K . . .

Name: Manda
Age: Nineteen
RP Experience: Three years or so.
How did you find us?: Tony

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