Cyrus Blumenfeld

[Cyrus Blumenfeld]

Cyrus Hannibal Blumenfeld

FACE CLAIM:Bob Odenkirk

AGE: 48
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Head of Recruitment


POWER: Power detection- Cyrus’s power is quite simple really, He can instinctively know when he is in the presence of another mutant, after only a few moments in their company Cyrus can identify those with powers Like all living things Mutant’s give off a certain energy stamp. Slightly different from the average person. Cyrus’s brain naturally and instinctively picks up on this energy and as a reaction his brain sends signals down to his body in the form of tension in his hands that cause them to shake. The closer he gets to this person (And therefore their energy) the more pronounced this tension will be.


LIMITATIONS:
-In a crowded room with more then one mutant it can be difficult for him to focus on more then one person’s energy at a time.
-He can only tell that a person has powers, he can’t say what they are or how exactly they work
- The range of he’s ability (when he's not touching them for it to work) can go as far as 10 metres.

SIDE-EFFECTS:
-Headaches
-Shaking hands in front of other mutants (and since he works among them that’s quite a lot of the time)
-Easily tired out when trying to “Tune” into someone’s energy too hard






So let me paint a pretty little picture for you. You’re at the breakfast table, it’s an early start for you. You’re enjoying your wheaties, or your bacon, or whatever it is you have with your cup of joe (I’m more a captain crunch kind of guy myself) and you’re refreshed and you feel the promise of a new day unfurl before you, you feel a million bucks. Ready to take on the world!

Then –Buzz, Buzz- What’s that? It’s your phone. You pick it up. Whose this? It’s the principal of your kid’s school. Turns out you need to take your son home because little Billy set the school on fire, or grew an extra head. Or melted Harry the Hamster with a lighting bolt he threw from his finger tips.

You bring him home (Well realistically after saving him from being burned at a stake after being branded a witch) and you’re having a panic attack. You don’t know which way is up or down. What’s happening?! What’s happening to my son? Is he ill?! Did he eat something funny?! Did I give birth to the anti-Christ? What’s happening?!

And that’s my cue to make my entrance.

See, recruiters today. They have it easy, and they have no idea they do (Of course not, most of them are in their mid 20’s or there abouts. People are less likely to curse out a recruiter if they look like they’ll sell you girl scout cookies) These days, people are less likely to freak out when you turn up at your doorstep. After all Mutants are front page news after the terrorist attack in la-la land (By the way, thank you guys for that. Hundred of years of trying to keep it under wraps and you the blow the whole thing in one foul swoop, and paint us all as violent maniacs in the process. Sterling work guys. What you do for an encore? Putting out a fire by pouring gas on it?) But in the old days? Back when no one had a breeze this was going on? Now, that was an interesting time. Sure if you had a mutant family, they’ll be expecting you, “Hey come on in! Take a load off! We’ve made you coffee, When can we move little Sue to the big B?” But your average Joe and Jill everyman/women? Now there in lies a challenge.

People don’t know how hard the gig is. Believe it or not; people aren’t that respective to being told that their child has mutant powers oh, and the government are coming to take them way” Crazy right? You’re not doing the job right if you didn’t get thing thrown at you.

But then again, I’ve always had a way with words, ever since I was a kid I was endlessly talking, I never really stopped, just kept talking and talking, so when I manifested at the spry age of 13. I was walking around the mall one day, minding my own business when suddenly I felt like it…I would look at certain people and it was like a mild pulse went through my body, I would feel like there was some tension in my hands, when I would look at certain people….I would know, Well I would feel there was something about them…

Long story short, I was scooped up in a matter of weeks into Bellefonte. Like I said; I was cashing checks that my mouth couldn’t cash. So naturally like most teens I was young and stupid, so I ended up in the head’s office more then classes. So as you can imagine I ended up in Will Bellefonte’s office a lot. He was quite a guy let me tell you. 20 plus years I’ve known the guy. Let me tell ya; Never once did he change his tie. I guess when you hundreds and hundreds of years old, I guess little things like fashion goes out the window. I think instead of getting annoyed, I think he was impressed with my moxey and trust me I had tons of that.

Which is probably why he asked me to work for him as a recruiter the moment I graduated…Either that or he would hope I got beaten to death by a angry dad. (Which almost happened… so many times…)

Well, I had nothing better to do at the time… and surprise, surprise I took to it, I mean, I’m not a lonely middle aged house wife reading my future in tea or whatever. But I was almost born for it y’know? Like I said I’m a people person. My dad was in sales, real salt of the earth type of guy and he taught me that you weren’t selling the product (Or in this case a school) but more selling yourself.

Image is everything. That’s what you learn quickly in this line of word. So I spent all my money on one single suit that I always worn when recruiting. My superman outfit, I called it. Of course it didn’t hurt that I was a pretty good looking guy in my 20’s. Almost 30 years later through? Well. I could be worse. Sharp blue eyes. Combed over brown hair. Just a smidge overweight, but hey. I’m working on.

Like I said I enjoyed it, but I figured it was a short term gig. I had plans man, I was going to see the world and this thing was going to give me just enough money to do that.

Almost 30 years later I’m still here.

Why did I stay? Well, call me sentimental but I felt I owed it to the old man. He kind of took me under his wing when he had no reason to, and he was almost like the Dumbledore to my Potter (That was a topical reference for all you kids out there? I’m still hip…)

So after a few decades on the job, There was only one answer I was going to give when he asked me to take over the recruiting department?

Like I said. Call me sentimental.







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