Wesley Austin Graham

[Wesley Graham]

Wesley Austin Graham
FACE CLAIM: Karl Urban
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AGE: 40
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Lead Mutant Intelligence Analyst (Academy Official)

POWER: Eidetic Memory & Instant Recall
Wes possesses an enhanced neurological system that allows his mind to retain any stimuli of his senses.  With this mutation (which is technically classified as a neurological disorder) Wes is able to remember events, sights, sounds, smells or other bodily sensations instantly.  He doesn't require time to study or analyze anything before it's committed to memory.  This allows him to memorize text, pictures, conversations or even the layout of rooms with ease.  Merely sweeping his eyes over a given area will automatically 'log' a great deal of information into his mind.

This 'log' is where the second phase of his power comes into play.  The sheer amount of information that is locked into Wes' mind would cause a neurological overload if it was stored in his conscious memory.  In order to compensate, this information is pushed into the recesses of his subconscious in the areas of his psyche that are normally inaccessible to normal humans.  Because of this, Wes' capacity to draw out this information for later analyzation or recall is hindered.  In a way, this secondary power acts as sort of a 'filing cabinet' of his memories where he can sift through the information stored in his mind and sort of 'pull' each bit out as needed.

LIMITATIONS:
- Wes' power is only limited to things he can see, touch or otherwise interact with himself.  He can't look a scene from a different angle then where he was standing, for example.

- The power only extends to mental stimuli.  While Wes could read a textbook on complex surgery procedures or a manual on martial arts, the physical movements would still need to be practiced and trained as would anyone else.

- When recalling especially detailed memories, it's difficult for Wes to focus on anything else.  Often it requires his full concentration limiting his awareness of the world around him (though even the details of that period are retained and can be drawn up later) and hindering his ability to multi-task (i.e. driving or even walking).

SIDE-EFFECTS:

- Wes in incapable of forgetting anything.  Ever.  As much of a benefit as this may be, it's also a curse.  Every mistake Wes has ever made, every bad decision or terrible experience remains just as clear as the moment it happened.  Because of this he is prone to bouts of depression, insomnia, nightmares and anxiety.

- He is also prone to migraines by the tune of at least one per day.  There's no rhyme or reason to them.  No specific triggers or variables that he or any doctor have been able to find.  He simply knows at some point throughout the day he'll more than likely be stricken by a bout of severe pain, nausea and vertigo.

- Due to abnormalities in Wes' brain his sleep patterns are drastically thrown off.  Under normal circumstances he can only sleep for 1-3 hours at a time before waking and being flooded with an almost anxious energy.  This has led to periods of sleeplessness which can last days at a time.  During these periods he can be subject to anxiety attacks, nervous ticks or even minor auditory hallucinations.

- Alcohol or other mind altering substances have a dulling affect on both facets of Wes' power.  While under the influence his overall memories become fuzzy and his capacity to recall them is slowed.  Being heavily intoxicated could result in the complete (albeit temporary) nullification of his power during that period.




"Do you know what it's like to never forget a single moment of your life?" The broad, well built man said as he leaned back a bit in the plush seat that had been placed in the corner of the office. "Everything I've ever done or experienced, good or bad, remains as clear as the day it happened. Every high, every low. It's all up here." He lightly tapped a finger against his temple, focusing his light brown eyes upon the suited woman sitting in front of him. The woman nodded faintly and glanced down long enough to scribble something onto a notepad secured to a clipboard she was holding.

"For fifteen years I sat behind the scenes as wars spread across the world. I'll take nothing away from the soldiers who lived and died on the front lines, without them we wouldn't even have the peace we've managed to attain today. But they did their tours and then got to go home. For better or worse, they got to try and leave it behind. I didn't. My nine to five, every day of every week was war. My uniform may have been a suit and not combat gear and my weapon of choice was information, not bullets but I went to war every single day. It's changed. It's not my war anymore. It's time for someone else to take over."

The woman nodded again and scribbled more notes. "Is that why you're entering the private sector?" She asked, turning a pair of grey-blue eyes to her patient. "To find another war?"

A long pause followed the question. There was no lack of internal debate that raged in the man's mind before he was finally able to piece together an answer. "I'm familiar with how the place runs. I went to a similar school in England when I was a kid." A light chuckle escaped then. "Spent six years at St. Bethany's starting when I was twelve." The faintly jovial demeanor faded then as he gave a short nod. "Maybe I'm through with war and taking this position will help me find what else is out there. I don't know what to expect when I get to Montana, at least as far as everything outside the job goes, but at this point I don't think I have anything to lose. Maybe I'll find what I'm looking for."

"And what are you looking for, Mister Graham?"

"If I knew I wouldn't be paying you two hundred dollars an hour, would I?"

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- Recorded Excerpt From Academy Official Efficiency Interview -
Subject: Wesley Graham - Lead Intelligence Analyst
(Interviewer questions in bold italics)

Interviewer (I):  "Would you please state your name and your official position here at the Accademy."

Wes Graham (G):  "Wesley Austin Graham.  I'm the senior intelligence analyst for Bellefonte Academy.

I:  "Thank you for joining me, Mister Graham.  I see you've been here at the Academy for only a few months.  If you would indulge me and elaborate on the nature of your position and why it's an essential part of the Academy's operations?"

G:  "Of course.  We have a great deal of local, state and federal government support but for the entire network to be aware of us and what we're looking for would be to let far too many people in on our little secret.  What we intel analysts do is take the information being fed to our headquarters and, just like the title implies, analyze it in an attempt to isolate any signs of mutant activity around the world.  We receive millions of pieces of information every day and it's up to the intel team to sift through it all in hopes of discerning patterns and triggers that may require further research.  It ensures the Academy can respond quickly to any situation, as well as generally keeping the higher ups abreast of what mutants are up to."

I:  "Thank you.  And where did you learn how to be an... intelligence analyst?"

G:  "I got my start a a police officer in London, England where I grew up.  After I made detective I transferred to the international crimes division working with Interpol and various other state departments.  Shortly after that I was drafted by the CIA here in America to assist with intelligence analysis during the early days of the War on Terror.  I spent the better part of fifteen years working at Langley doing the same thing I do here."

I:  "What sort of projects or operations were you part of during your time working with the CIA?"

G:  "I'd think you'd know better than to ask that.  Do you have any more questions that pertain to my position here?"

I:  "My apologies.  Yes, I do have just one more question.  What made you switch from working with the CIA to coming here and working for Bellefonte?"

G:  "After fifteen years I felt I had enough.  I gave everything I had and did what I could to help make the world a better place.  The wars are over and I had nothing left.  I'd already given my family, I've an ex-wife and 3 kids out there somewhere, what else could I do?  Call it burnout, or simply just looking for something else I called up an associate of mine on the private sector looking for a change of scenery.  He told me about a need here and pushed me toward it.  I think a couple of his kids are here.  Pretty sure he made a few calls to the right person or two and got me in quickly.  Not much else to tell.  I'm here to do a job.  Nothing more, nothing less."

I:  "Thank you, Mister Graham.  I think we're done here."

-- End Recording --

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