Nathan Hayden

[Nathan Hayden]

NAME: Nathaniel Hayden
NICKNAME: Nathan, Nate
AGE: 17
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Bellefonte Student
FACE CLAIM: Bradley James

POWER:
Superhuman Intelligence and Enhanced Memory

Superhuman Intelligence
The name makes it nearly self-explanatory, but some details won’t hurt. Nathan has intelligence that is significantly above standard genius level intellect. He is gifted with higher mental faculties such as a more powerful memory, better calculation skills, greater reasoning skills, and a more superior learning capacity. It cannot be turned “on and off” like some powers. He sees the world in a different way than most, he notices very small details and has an advanced analytical capacity, which simply means his view of reality is more complicated than the average human, for good or worse. His advanced calculation abilities and understanding of physics, allow him to predict the movement of object, and help him improve his aiming, since he knows what angle to put the object he will throw or kick in, and how much force to transmit to it. He is also a skilled strategist, simply because his predictions are usually more accurate than that of an average person. Aside from that, the only other abnormal trait to take into account is the fact that he can infer knowledge more effectively than the standard human from the same or less amount of premises or evidence. His advanced learning capacity doesn’t extend to skills which require too much physical readiness or practice.

Limitations
It is constant and apparently permanent. In some cases his intelligence acts subconsciously, which doesn’t allow him to actually be at ease in those situations. He is still human, which means he isn’t free of the burden of making mistakes. His predictions are only that, predictions, meaning that they won’t be correct on many occasions, since he can’t predict the unpredictable. He has no innate knowledge, all he knows had to be learned or discovered, like everybody else. Just like a regular human, he cannot process several pieces of information or complex tasks at once. He isn’t skilled in all fields of knowledge, even though he has an advanced general understanding. No matter how much he plans or prepares, his body is no different than that of a fit human, meaning execution can always fail.

Side-Effects
His power causes an almost unquenchable thirst for knowledge and intense curiosity, which can lead to dangerous experimentation, awkward questions and even worse, being interested in gossip. His migraines are more intense than a normal human’s. Uncontrollable need to know how something works, and frustration when he cannot find a logical explanation for it, for example, magic shows. Inability to believe in something that can’t be proven by science. A sub-clinical form of OCD, scoring only 3 in the Yale-Brown Obsessive Compulsive Scale. A mild Hyperactivity. Tendency to try to fix things, or people.


Enhanced Memory
Nate can remember great volumes of information, in greater detail and for much longer than the average human, he can read books, listen to song lyrics, encounter people or experience events and recall a vast deal of the details of their experience. In addition, it takes less effort to recall the information he encounter, and he can remember it for longer without having to strain. Nate’s memory is also more resilient against Memory Manipulation.

Limitations
It is slightly more powerful than regular eidetic memory, but it doesn’t mean he can remember every single detail instantly or at all in some cases. Cannot replicate physical actions without training. Some memories may be restricted to certain senses. It might require conscious activation or certain triggers to remember particularly hard memories. Very small or insignificant memories can still be forgotten if he doesn’t use them for a while. If he is distracted, memories could get mixed.

Side-Effects
He is unable to displace or forget certain memories he would like to. Prone to headaches since brain power is needed. Nate may access accidentally a harmful or painful memory that could cause him distress. It might cause him to be fairly vindictive. Attempting to memorize too much may result in brain damage, and potential fatality.




“Well, here I am again. This is my 52nd entry here, whoa, can’t believe it’s been three years. Feels like a lifetime, actually, that is exactly what it is, at least for me. My whole lifetime. I started this a long time ago, it was supposed to help me cope with the amnesia and all, and maybe it did. If that is the case, than thank you for listening to my blabbering for all these years. So, here we go. It’d be cheesy if I started with “Dear Diary” wouldn’t it ? So I will just go ahead and start with my name, and the rest will come out on its own. “

“I am Nathaniel Hayden, but just leave it at Nate, saying the whole thing is a waste of your time. As da Vinci said, “simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” I guess I should call him just Leo then. But it’s true, there are enough complicated things in this world of ours, why add my name to that list? Names themselves were a complicated concept for me, everybody takes it for granted, since it’s always been with you. Even if you share that name with other people, it is still yours in a way. You turn back when you hear it. You cry when people cheer it. Maybe it’s not what you are exactly, but it’s an extension of yourself, a way to communicate with other people and keep your individuality. Try to imagine social interactions where no one has a name. Maybe they would call you “That guy with the red scarf “or “The one who fell down the stairs “, but nothing permanent, nothing real. People need a name, or a nickname at least. But my own name held no meaning to me at first. It almost felt like an imposition, like someone telling me who I was, out of nowhere. Why didn’t I get a vote? Who chose that name for me? I don’t think I can describe it, but I can remember how I felt, so bizarre, so forced. It took me some time to get used to the idea that people would know me by that name, or even worse, that many people already did. It had been my name for the vast majority of my life, but it sure as hell didn’t feel like it. Nathan Hayden was a stranger to me. A stranger in whose shoes I had to step in, and steal not only a name, but a life. With time, it grew on me, I accepted the name, but the life proved much harder to take as my own. “

“Humans have the ability to perceive and recognize familiar faces, and pair them with memories, give names and identities to said faces, just by looking at them. We feel emotions regarding the face, we can hate or love that person, maybe both or anything in between. But what if the faces of your own mother and father were no different than that of a stranger in the subway? You don’t give it a second look, it means nothing. As did the faces of the people standing next to my bed when my eyes first opened. Strangers staring down at me, hugging me, calling the doctors, sheering and celebrating. Loving me. They turned out to be my family. The family I lost, or maybe it is more accurate to say, the family I never had. It shattered them, to know that the Nate they knew was gone, and lying in the bed was only a confused boy, with the face of their son. I remember how my sister crawled past the doctors, ran to my bed and took my arm. I can relive it every time I want, but I’d rather not to, sadly, it is not a choice I can make, or a memory I can ever forget. Her bright blue eyes were covered in tears, and she held onto me with such surprising strength for a little girl. She asked “ Do you remember me ?” I have never been the sensitive type, but the way she said it and how her voice broke into a cry. It was hard not to share her sadness. I wanted to remember her so badly, to be the little teenager they wanted me to be, the big brother, the amazing son they kept telling me I was, or had been. But there was nothing there, nothing to remember. I felt like I disappointed them all. I was no one, even though many knew me and even felt love towards me, I couldn’t relate to them, no matter how badly I wanted to.”

“ They didn’t let me know much about what had happened to me, and the first day in general was a complete mystery for me. Just tests, talking with doctors and alone time. They said I needed a stress-free environment for the first few hours. But from the evidence around me, and small words and whispers, I was able to understand I was probably suffering from Amnesia. I was scared. I remember how I searched through my hair for evidence of an injury, but found nothing. I was desperate, trapped, suffocating. I managed to cry myself to sleep. The next day, they let both of my parents inside the room. I talked with the two strangers for hours, they introduced themselves to their own son as John and Victoria Hayden. I felt like I was supposed to love them, but love is not a choice. They told me about Nate’s life, my life. It seemed like I had a pretty awesome childhood. Born into a wealthy family in LA, did very well in school, had a lot of friends. They showed me pictures of our house, our pets, other family members that were on their way to the hospital as we spoke, places we frequented, fun times. The Haydens seemed like a close family, John and Vicky looked like nice parents, but there was no way for me to know, not for sure. I had apparently been an A-class student for most of my life, knew how to play several instruments and often represented the school in many competitions. I used to be an active boy and teenager, always up to something. No serious health problems to speak. They were so proud as they talked about me, it made me feel like crap. The fear of not being able to live up to what the old me left behind. Aside from that, it was a completely regular childhood. I apparently had a girlfriend, or at least Nate #1 did. One more person to disappoint. Next, they brought trophies and awards. It felt nice, even if I hadn’t earned them. Maybe my sister was the hardest of all. We had apparently been very close. She was a very sickly girl when she was younger, and I took care of her until I became overprotective. She seemed set on bringing her brother back. According to them, one day I woke up “different”. I was clumsier, less coordinated, had problems drawing logical conclusions, didn’t seem interested in anything or anyone and was very sleepy. A couple of hours after I came back from school I simply collapsed on the floor. Unconscious. They took me to the hospital, where I stayed in a comatose state for the next two days. I apparently had a seizure, despite not being epileptic, caused by a sudden and abnormal variation of neurological activity, which in turn caused my “Blackout”. During these two days, my brain activity was under the constant surveillance of EEG, which revealed it was off the charts. Some doctors even considered it nearly impossible for a human being. But it seemed to fix itself. After 48 hours, my brain activity returned to normal, and I woke up, just like that. I can only imagine what my poor brain went through when my mutation made it go apeshit on itself. There were no physical changes in my brain after this episode, however it did cause a very severe case of Retrograde Amnesia that affected my Episodic Memory of everything up to that point, but it left my Procedural and Semantic Memory alone, so all was not lost. But things were just starting to get weird. My parents felt as if their child had been taken away from them, but they couldn’t imagine that only two days after he woke up, a group of people would come and literally, take me away. And to Montana we go!”

“So, unlike most students I wasn’t so sad about being separated from my family. Mainly because I didn’t have a bond with them, but also, they were bringing me to a place full of people with cool powers. That’s what I call motivation. My time in Bellefonte is practically the only memories I consider my own. There was a long period of social awkwardness at the start, I guess it’s understandable, but it wasn’t so bad. The teachers were great, and I found some people that understood, or at least tried to understand, what I was going through. I learned the potential of my mutation, even if it isn’t the coolest, I kind of love it. Probably the most emotive moment was when I found a piano in the Auditorium and tried it out, discovering that I still had it in me. It was an amazing sensation and I played for nearly an hour until I was caught. I joined as many clubs as I could manage, most are very fun and a good way to let out all that energy I have inside of me. I play in the school’s football team too. Yeah I know, it’s probably weird that the nerdy guy would turn out to be a good player, but if you think about it, it’s all just physics, and getting hit. But mostly physics. Sometimes I can see what the other team will do before they do it, based on body language and the most likely plan of action they should take, granted I get it wrong some times, but otherwise they game wouldn’t be fun. The awesome aim doesn’t hurt either. Besides being fun and all, football has really helped me stay in shape, aside from my usual exercises. I love to spend time in the lab, but they barely let me in anymore after the whole “ Large scale Hydrogen Peroxide and Sodium Iodide” incident. Ooops. But it was still fun as hell. I’ve made tons of friends, even dated a little, but I guess the only person truly important in my life is my sister. In all these years, she never stopped sending me letters, and I always replied with a drawing as well as a letter. She is family in more than just blood. I also have Leeuwenhoek, my ferret. It wasn’t my first choice, but the little bugger grows on you. Actually, he is right next to me at this moment, I think he’s hungry. I like it here, in Kallispell, it feels like home. With all those new memories I actually feel like a person, and I don’t have to wander around anymore looking for my identity, which honestly makes life more enjoyable and easy.”

“Philosophers have argued about what a person’s identity is for a long time, then again, they argue about everything, and that’s great, because it doesn’t let our way of thinking stagnate. Is my body the thing that makes me who I am? 65 % Oxygen, 12.5 % Carbon, 9.5% Hydrogen, 3.5% Nitrogen, 1.5% Calcium, 1% Phosphorus, 0.3% Sulfur, 0.45% Potassium, 0.2% Sodium, 0.2% Chlorine, 0.1% Magnesium and 1% Trace Elements. That’s me. A handsome young Human Caucasian male with straight blonde hair, blue eyes, fair complexion and of European descent. I am tall, about 6’1’’ or 1,854 meters to be more exact, metric system for the win ! I weight around 176 pounds and am in fit shape. Healthy body, healthy mind, as they say. No tattoos or piercings, and just one scar on my left forearm, which I have absolutely no idea how I got. My hair is usually taken good care of, but sometimes I just don’t give a damn and leave it as it is. Luckily, it usually fixes itself. I wear it short, medium at the most I guess.”

“But it can’t be that simple. It has to be the mind then, my individual way of thinking, my personality, that makes me unique. Overly smart people tend to alienate themselves from society, for some reason, but I love to be sociable, every person is a new world to learn from and life doesn’t really make sense with no one else around, does it? I’m not shy at all, in fact, sometimes I can be too extrovert, asking personal questions and such, my curiosity is stronger than I am. It takes a lot of work to keep it in check. I guess I am very active or impatient when compared to others, but it feels normal to me. I just can’t stand to waste time, so much to do ! Some people think I am kind of crazy because of the grade 3 OCD thing, but it’s not like I am Sheldon Cooper or anything. Just so you get an idea, he’s probably around grade 30, based on the evidence. I don’t like violence, but hey, I’m still a Homo Sapiens Sapiens, so like everybody else I have an animal side. Even though I am supposed to be the voice of reason, with this big stupid brain of mine, I am strangely attracted to danger and adventure. Maybe it’s the curiosity thing, I should have that checked out before I do something really crazy. I used to be extremely honest, which didn’t make me the most popular guy, but the lesson was learned fairly quickly. I also try not to be arrogant and flaunt my abilities, which is hard, very hard. Since I have an urge to share what I know and often come out, wrongly I might add, as condescending, when it honestly wasn’t my intention. I love both science and art, almost equally, but then again, science is a form of art, so maybe she’s the one who takes the cake. And yes, Science is a “she”. I am very passionate about learning and experimenting, and can easily get overly excited. At least nobody is the same in that regard, the personality I mean”.

“But what they all agree on, is that memories make up most of your personal identity. Without memories, you cannot picture how the future will play out. That must mean I am a different person that my old self. I doubt we thought the same way either, even though we shared a body. But maybe we are the same, if you count the soul. I know, I know, I am not so sure about it either, and I am normally skeptical about that sort of thing, but a person is truly wise when they admit they know nothing for certain, but want to know some of it. Curiosity and ignorance is what drives science forward, and if we take things for granted and make them facts, then it will just slow down. An open mind is the best kind of mind. “

“ The reason I make this, besides the fact that it’s a form of therapy, is because I am afraid I might wake up one day and remember nothing. Lose my identity again. So I keep this by the bed every day, and I also make drawings of all people, places and events I consider important to me. So, if Nate #3 is reading this, then I saved you about three years of nothingness. You’re welcome. Alright, kidding aside though, I think this is the last entry I am going to make, I don’t need it anymore. I know who I am.”



SAMPLE: (( Swtor RP ))

-" A babysitter? "- Said Niralim to his Master, while they traveled to the Nimara fortress in Alderaan. His Master sighed -" A bodyguard, she is two years older than you. "- Niralim didn’t respond , he was amazed by the famous Alderaanian views he had always heard of and watched in pictures and holo-vids , he was practically pressing his face against the small window of the shuttle . An expression of concern appeared on his Master's face -" Just...behave, Padawan "- She said. Niralim slowly sat back down next to his Master. She was a beautiful Nautolan, well into her forties, but the years had been kind. -" Why do we have to act as babysi...bodyguards to a noblewoman anyway? We could be out there, fighting with the Republic against the Sith "- The excitement in his voice when he talked about fighting the Sith was obvious. His Master shook her head, but with an almost invisible smile, his childish spirit always cheered her up.

She couldn’t wrap her head around how much he had changed during not more than a year. His voice was now almost that of a full grown man, a silvery and warm voice. He had grown so much he was actually much taller than she was. She wasn’t ready to tell him that that was exactly what she was going to do in Alderaan, but she knew with certainty, no matter how much skill and talent the boy had, he wasn’t ready for the cruelty of war, and what it demanded. She was also sure this would be a great adventure for her young Padawan, even if he couldn’t see it. He wouldn’t be isolated from danger, but not close enough to the real one. A dashing and handsome protector in a place filled with noble ladies, this whole thing seemed like an old story, and yet, real. -" She is very important, Niralim, and that means.. "- She was interrupted by the voice of the pilot announcing their imminent arrival.

They stood up almost in unison, as did the few Republic troopers that had escorted the two Jedi, as the ship slowly descended to the landing pad of the fortress. Niralim was the first to approach the shuttle doors, but as they opened, he moved aside and looked at his Master -" Ladies first "-. He said. Master Kha'si nodded as she passed by him to leave the shuttle, happy that he was practicing manners. Niralim's jaw dropped as soon as he stepped through the doors, the fortress itself wasn’t big enough to impress a person that had lived all his life in the huge Jedi Temple of Coruscant, but it stood proudly on the side of a mountain, and the view was priceless. For the first time in his life, clouds were below him with his feet on the ground. His Master hit his chin from below, closing his open mouth -" Be careful, you might catch a bug "- She said while smiling.

-" Welcome!! "- Both Jedi turned to the place the loud voice came from. A fat man stood at the fortress entrance, surrounded by guards. He wore the colors of House Nimara, and fit the description of Lord Moen Nimara, well, maybe it needed a little update, it seemed the nobleman had doubled his weight in the last years. Master Kha'si seemed surprised by the incredibly loud shout, something Niralim was able to read -" Well...he does have the lungs for it "- He said while patting softly on his stomach. His Master did her best to contain her laughter, and hit his Padawan on the shoulder -" I said behave "- She spoke, halfway to a smile. The man only got bigger and bigger as the approached him , Niralim turned to his Master and whispered to her ear -" It seems our mission has failed, Master . I think he might have eaten her daughter "-

Once inside, they talked for what felt like a century, until Niralim was bold enough to ask for leave. His Master agreed, since he wasn’t actually needed there. Lord Moen advised him to go check out his personal chambers, and greet the other two Jedi that arrived earlier -" Other Jedi? "- Asked Niralim. His Master turned to him and smiled -" Master Oro'thal and his new Padawan are here as well, young one "- She knew the news would warm his heart, that was the man that found him as a baby after all , which is why she wasn’t surprised when he ran up the stairs like a starving Rancor -" He and my daughter are going to get along just fine "- Said Lord Moen. Private chambers. That was a new experience for Niralim, as a Youngling, he shared his room with others , and as a Padawan , he lived with his Master in her chambers , back at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant . He examined every inch of the place. It had a window that led to the main courtyard. A bookcase filled with holo-books to read, his own holo-proyector, personal bathroom. The young Padawan fell on his bed, moving his arms and legs as if he was making a snow angel. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes –“I can get used to this “- He said, as he started to drift off into sleep, forgetting to close the door.

He felt something on his leg, something furry, and heard some purring. He opened his eyes to find some sort of feline-like animal, probably a pet, since it had a collar around its neck. It had beautiful white hair, curious red eyes and a long tail with some black stripes. Animals had always acted friendlier around him , Master Kha’si thought it might be a dormant talent for Animal Friendship ((Force Power)). It pounced onto Niralim’s chest and licked his face . The Jedi laughed from the tickling sensation, he picked up the animal with one hand and slowly sat up. He then put the animal on his lap, and tried to read the name on its collar –“Myri?! “- Called a girly voice from outside of the room. A small girl with golden hair came out of nowhere and he face lit up with happiness when she saw the animal, but the feeling didn’t seem to be mutual. The pet jumped into Niralim’s arms as the girl came closer. After a small struggle, he managed to give the animal back to its apparent owner, ruining a perfectly good robe in the process with its claws.

The girl was too young to be the lady he was meant to protect, and she didn’t have any living sisters, that meant this girl was probably her much younger cousin. Niralim stood up, cleaning some of the white hair on his clothing –“You must be Norehly Nimara, yes? “- The girl looked up at the young man and nodded –“And this is Myri “- She said in a sweet and cute voice that could have melted even a Darth’s heart. Niralim took a bow –“It is a true honor to meet two ladies of such beauty. I am Padawan Niralim Karrek, your faithful servant “- Said Niralim in a jokingly tone. The girl giggled, and “Myri “tilted its head. Niralim checked the time on his datapad, not much had passed since they arrived. –“Are you one of the Jedi that is going to take care of Ney? “- Said Norehly. “Ney. She must mean Neeystra”, though Niralim –“Yes, I am here to protect your cousin, where is she anyway? “- The small girl shrugged. The animal saw an opening and took it. Like a flash of white lightning, “Myri “escaped her grasp and fell down on the floor, immediately running out the door. Norehly chased after it like this was the hundredth time she did it, and by the way the pet acted, that wasn’t too far from the truth.
Niralim finally closed the door, and proceeded to take a long hot shower. He then got dressed, putting on his spare robes. –“Never thought I would ruin them on the first day “- He said to himself. After the appropriate grooming, he went down the stairs, to the main hall, where his Master was still being bored to death by the loud man. His voice and laughter echoed through the large room. As Niralim entered, his Master smiled and gave him a slight bow of the head. Her face was easy to read for him, she had “Get me the hell out of here “written all over it. He turned quickly as someone touched his shoulder. –“Improve your senses, Padawan .It was too easy to sneak up on you “- Said a familiar and loving voice. The Kel Dor Master padded Niralim’s shoulder –“ You have grown so much , young one “- The Padawan smiled –“ It is a pleasure to see you once more , Master Oro’thal “- The Jedi was surprised by his friend’s polite behavior , but quickly understood that he was acting that way because of the presence of his Master . –“You as well, Padawan “- They both took a bow. –“My Padawan is training in the courtyard, please go and meet her. You will share the task of protecting Lady Neeystra with her after all. Her name is Theora “- Said Oro’thal. Lord Moen Nimara stood up –“Good, we are finally all here. Bring wine! Alderaanian wine! “-


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