Silas Eaton

[Silas Eaton]

Silas Brett Eaton
FACE CLAIM: Shemar Moore
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AGE: 33
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
POSITION: Former FBI turned College student

POWER: Enhanced Hand/Eye Coordination

This may seem like just a simple ability, but think! He has the ability to hit any mark just so long as he can see it. This isn't limited to just throwing things like a baseball, either. Guns, javelins, bow and arrows, ext. all become extremely lethal in his hands.

LIMITATIONS:

- As far as throwing things go, he is limited by his natural strength. Obviously he wont be throwing things as hard or fast as a professional pitcher, or even one in the minor leagues.

- He must be able to see it to hit it. If his eyes are hurt? Well, he's SOL.

- He is only as good as his weapon! He cannot aim as well with a faulty bow, crooked javelin, or gun that hasn't been calibrated correctly!

SIDE-EFFECTS:

- Naturally his arms will ache after throwing things, just like any other normal person.

- His eyes will grow sore after focusing for too long.

- Excessive sunlight sucks man

WHO AM I?

I guess you could say that, above all else, I'm humble. Growing up without a family teaches you to appreciate all that you have and understand that it can all go away in the blink of an eye, no matter who the hell you think you are. The world is funny that way, isn't it? No matter how good you think you've got it, how definite everything seems, it just isn't. Kinda scared me as a kid, if you want to know the truth, but that aside it's the truth and I learned to accept it.

I can always say that I've never been the most gregarious of people. I'm not one to go searching for the party crowd or new ways to "live it up". Instead I'll happily accompany my friends to events upon invite and even then it is with careful consideration. Now don't take me for shy (I'll happily join in any conversation so long as the company is nice) I'm just more reserved in nature. That being said, I am more willing to take orders than I am to give them in a leadership setting, but that doesn't mean that I don't have the ability to. I'm a take charge kind of guy when I either feel comfortable doing it or if the situation calls for it.

I'm a hardworking guy and I firmly believe that the only way to get anywhere in this world is with putting your best foot forward and doing your absolute best to get there. I can preach that all day, ya hear me? Starting out from nothing is rough, but I went and made something of myself because I wanted it enough to work for it. Say what you want, but actions definitely speak louder than words. I'll stand by this belief amongst others until the day I die.

Thinking is something that I've always done and, quite frankly, I do too much of it. Maybe that's why I'm more conservative around others, because I know that with so many differing opinions in a jumble there's a greater chance of me misinterpreting the overall vibe of the conversation.

What do I enjoy? See for yourself. I guess, in short, I'm a bit quirky.

- Cats, I've got three despite being a clean freak with a strong dislike of cat hair on my clothes. (I do mean clean freak, by the way, though not in the germaphobe sense). I will fangirl over any cat I see and I am so not ashamed to admit that.

- I love me some Darts and I'll beat every one of y'all too!

- Rock Climbing and Swimming are how I prefer to get my exercise in, but going to the gym will do.

- Ok, I'm not a pansy, but I like reading and smooth jazz. Don't judge me!

WHAT IS IN THE MIRROR?

Good question. I'm not trying to be vain or anything, but I've been told that I'm attractive. A lot of people would take advantage of that fact, though I am not one of them. Instead of accentuating my features with flashy clothes and jewelry, I prefer to go with a more military casual look. Functional outfits, really.

T-shirts and jeans are common to find me in and occasionally I'll don my black leather jacket if the weather gets cold enough or I need an extra bit of cool factor.

I've got tattoos on each shoulder and can usually be seen with a close shaven beard, not clean shaven, though I will sometimes sport a short haired goatee instead.

Three cats I have. One is Morty, a skinny asshole who enjoys knocking things off of shelves as he sprints through the house in the middle of the night. Nyla, the good child who loves to be walked. Nugget, the fluffy ham ball that needs to lay off of the fish treats and stop sleeping 27/7.

WHERE DO I COME FROM?

I come from a loving home. Yes, that loving home was only there until I was 7, but it was there in the beginning none the less. My parents, Tianna and Jerry Eaton, had me the morning of August 20th, 1986. I believe I was 7 pounds and 4 ounces, just an average sized baby, but nobody knew what that baby would have in store for him just a few short years later.

I grew up an only child who thought the world revolved around him. Why wouldn't I? My parents would go out of their way to make sure that their baby boy always had something to do, that he was happy. I distinctly remember waking up one morning, at 7 years of age, to shouts of "Wake up! We're going to Disney World!" and thinking that it would be the absolute best day of my life. Little did I realize that we wouldn't make it there. In fact, we hadn't even made it out of Kalispell before we were involved in a head on collision that left me an orphan. Just as bad was the fact that I didn't have any relatives to live with as they were all either too old or sick to take care of me. That left me in the clutches of Foster care.

Due to the depression of losing my family and my acting out in anger over everything because I thought it was unfair, I kept getting shuffled through family after family, some much worse than others. There was one couple, Dianne and Frank Willcrock, who only wanted me for the money that they were paid to house me. They treated me the worst, but I had such violent temper tantrums at them that they were forced to take me back. It wasn't a fun life, but I only had to deal with it until I turned 14, thank heavens. That was when I discovered that I was, in fact, a mutant, though I didn't appear it and my ability wasn't an obvious one. Personally, I'd thought that I was just really good at aiming.

It was about two weeks after I noticed my change in skill when I was collected by the Academy. They thought it best that I go to a school for mutants in my home town and so I went, rather happy about it all. No longer was I a prisoner of the system! In high school I learned how to keep my anger out of my life and how to think and act like a human with a heart. It took the help of several friends and trusted teachers, though, and it wasn't easy. I did well enough with my grades thankfully and I graduated with good marks.

Just to get away from it all (and earn some college tuition) I joined the Army. Normally people avoid the military if they can, but I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. I only stayed in for the four years (earning top marks in marksmanship, unsurprisingly. They started calling me Deadshot) before I left to attend the Academy's college at age 22 to gain a four year degree through my GI bill. Computer science and systems programming is what I majored ad gained a degree in. After that I sought to work with the FBI as a computer tech and I gained a position with a high enough income that I could finally purchase my own house and animals. (Having been restricted with pets in the military and throughout college, I had to wait until this point to adopt Nyla.)

When I was about 28 is when the whole madness with SPECTRE came about. Little did many people know that later on into the whole scandal the FBI was called in to look into my old school to find out about the missing children. The search was called off after the students were recovered and it wasn't brought up conversationally again throughout the agency that I know of. As just a tech guy, I wasn't allowed to see all of the files and information regarding this. A few years down the line, however, I was promoted to an information analysis and another uproar happened, except this time it was with the world. The FBI and several other agencies of the government fought to keep a series of released tapes under wraps, but they were largely unsuccessful.

In the fight over whether or not mutants should be deemed a threat, I attempted to talk to the heads in the FBI about it (hoping to make a positive impact) and assure him that the large majority of mutants were friendly, but I was shot down quickly. This was in the early days of the debate when the views within the government were largely negative. From then on I kept my head low to avoid any further repercussions.

Two years later at age 32, an epidemic known as SPRITE afflicted the mutants and I wasn't lucky enough to avoid it. My ability began to falter, fading in and out of existence (like an on and off switch) and I could no longer rely on my aim. By this time I'd trained enough to be a field agent, but I wasn't able to shoot predictably anymore and I was promptly removed from the team. That was when I decided to leave the FBI and go back to the college where I could hopefully gain another degree while also seek help with getting my abilities under control.

I've since been lucky enough to regain my abilities to be used about 70% of the time. Meaning that 70% of the time I can make amazing shots and baskets and whatever I do, characteristics of my former capacities, but the other 30% of the time is still iffy and I'm still attempting to regain it.

SAMPLE: Check out Mason Norwell

USERNAME: IT'S REBEL BITCHES

AGE GROUP: I AM YOUNGISH ALMOST OLD

EXPERIENCE: Far too long. Since I was 11

WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Topsites again

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