Declan Marst

[Dr. Declan Marst]

The easy S T U F F . . .

Name: Declan Peter Marst
Nickname: None.
Age: Thirty six
Member Group: Institute Official
Power(s): X-ray vision, he can literally see underneath people’s skin and into organs and the like. He can’t see through solid walls and buildings, but thinks like clothes and a human body? Yes.
Play By: Stuart Townsend.

Let it F L O W . . .

Declan looked warily at the man who was waiting in the parlor of the family’s home in the Hamptons. He wasn’t pleased by what felt like a sudden invasion. He was on his way to Phillips Academy, another Marst in a long line of legacy. Now he was starting to hear otherwise. His mother and father were arguing in the next room over. Declan could not be sure what they were saying but he could hear them in the next room, her high pitched screeching fuss and his booming frustration and anger. He sighed, looking down at his knees. He knew what was going on, he understood it, that there was something special about him. It had started near the end of the school year when he was seemingly distracted. Something had happened to his eyes, or maybe his brain, but suddenly he could see through his hand. He could see under the skin and right through to the bone. The first time it had happened he had stared at his fingers, flexing and pointing them, fascinated with the interior movement he could see. At the same time it was sort of sickening. He tried to look away, but it was hard.

“Declan!” He looked up as heels clicked over to him. He blinked a few times and looked at his hand, the skin was back. He touched it with the other hand, just to make sure. Then he looked up at his teacher, who was standing expectantly next to him. His eyes widened. He could see through her blouse, so he immediately averted his eyes. Looking to his classmates he found the same. Now his cheeks colored and he looked down at his desk. He could hazily see the contents but his elbows were resting solidly on the top, or at least it felt like it. He had no idea what was going on.

“I don’t feel well,” he blurted out as she stood and made a dash for the bathroom. Now he understood what was going on. He was something called a meta-human, or at least according to this man he was. Just then Declan’s father burst back into the room with his mother hurrying after him.

“My son is not going to this Hammel place! He has been excepted at Andover and he is going to go there!” bellowed Declan’s father. The man rose.

“Your son has powers that he needs to learn to control. Hammel will teach him how to do that.”

“I have never heard of this Hammel. How is he supposed to get into a good school by going to Hammel? How is he supposed to meet the people he needs to know and make the connections he needs to make? Answer me that!”

“He needs to go to Hammel.”

~

“You can control it.”

“Before I gouge my eyes out?” The trainer laughed.

“Of course you can. Just concentrate, you can go as deep or shallow as you want.” Declan nodded and concentrated on the apple in front of him. He was trying to go through to the core. He concentrated trying to see it. Apples were hard, because it was easy to imagine what he thought was there, but it was harder to see it. Then it started to come into view. Declan’s brow furrowed.

“It’s a seed short.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I only see four.” The trainer took the apple then and cut it firs in half and then into quarters. There were the four seeds. The Trainer smiled and handed one of the quarters to Declan.

“Good job.”

~

Since then: Declan graduated from Hammel and attended Yale, where he was a legacy. After that he went on to Columbia’s school of Medicine. After graduating he moved to California to do his residency. He was able to make a good name for himself in the areas of diagnostics and trauma. Declan did his best work in these areas, and made good money doing it. He joined a private practice, making plenty doing it. It was a heavily glamorous life for him, especially due to his seemingly mysterious ability to just sense tumors(if only they knew). He found that he missed Hammel though, as it was the first place he felt he fit in because he wasn’t so special there. He has signed on as the on call doctor for Hammel, and also runs a small private practice of his own in conjunction with Fletcher Allen. He operates there if he has to but most of his diagnostic work is done in his office at his home.

Behind the M A S K . . .

Name: Claire
Age: 21
RP Experience: a few years
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