Marc est arrivé à pied au Primas Learning Centre. Il n'avait jamais eu la peine d'obtenir un permis de conduire et il ne pouvait pas supporter les transports publics. La pensée seule a presque fait frémir. Il pouvait gérer le choc facilement car son sens de l'équilibre était si bon qu'il était presque impossible pour lui de tomber, il pouvait gérer la plupart du son aussi, grâce à ses écouteurs. La seule chose qu'il ne pouvait pas gérer était l'hygiène de certains voyageurs. Les gens réguliers se plaignaient souvent à ce sujet, mais ils n'avaient jamais essayé de voyager avec son sens de l'odeur... Si vous êtes capable de sentir le petit déjeuner de chaque personne là-dedans, imaginez à quel point il était facile de signaler quelqu'un qui avait sauté la douche et l'odeur qui a apporté avec elle. Et il y en avait généralement quelques-uns dans un bus ou un train...
Au lieu de cela, il a essayé de se concentrer sur la promenade vers son nouveau « domicile ». Ça s'est plutôt bien passé, l'air était frais, si vous ignoriez le chien chiant de l'autre côté de la rue, il avait évité de tomber sur n'importe qui et le soleil brillait contre son dos donc il n'était pas aveuglé. Il est entré dans la salle commune et a eu le plaisir de sentir que le PLC était assez propre pour éviter d'être puant et que les gens déjà là-dedans savaient assez sur l'hygiène personnelle pour ne pas sentir comme le hobo's...
Il savait que la plupart d'entre eux étaient probablement des survivants de la guerre, tout comme lui, et que contrairement à lui, ils avaient probablement de mauvaises expériences avec l'armée et le gouvernement et étaient probablement à l'écart. Pour paraître moins menaçant ou suspect, il a enlevé son sweat à capuche et son écharpe couvrant sa bouche. Il garda ses lunettes de soleil allumées, car les lumières ici étaient assez brillantes pour l'aveugler temporairement s'il les enlevait, et il s'assit sur l'une des chaises. Pour être honnête, il attendait avec impatience le début de cette année. Il était de nouveau parmi les gens et j'espère que le personnel pourra l'aider à contrôler ses pouvoirs.
Name: Marc Willems
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Marc is 1.86 meters tall (6'1") and has an athletic build. He has short brown hair and his eye colour is grey. He has a smooth pale skin as it is seldom exposed to the sun. He has a strong jawline and rather heavy eyebrows. Not much is seen of this because he covers nearly everything of his body to reduce external stimuli. He wears usually wears jeans and a hoodie with the hood over his neck. His hands are covered by rather thick gloves. He also wears a linen scarf, most of the time this is pulled up to cover his nose. He always wears sunglasses to reduce the brightness of the light and noise-cancelling headphones.

Personality: At his core, Marc is a positive and friendly person. However, events have made him cynical and rather sarcastic. While he likes being around people, his powers have made it hard for him to truly enjoy company and with much over stimulation he can become very irritable.
Abilities: Super senses and nerve system, which include: sight, hearing, sense of smell and taste, touch, balance, reflexes, muscle control and dexterity.
The downside to this all is that he can't control any of it. He is not able to power down and is constantly bombarded with sensory input. This gives him very heavy headaches. He's also very sensitive to everything, walking past a thrash bin might make him throw up, flash-bangs and the like will render him unconscious due to exposure. Even a slight touch on exposed skin is able to hurt Marc.
History: During the war Marc had been working closely with the military. With his set of abilities he was a perfect scout/infiltrator. After the war he struck around with the military and completed his training as a soldier. While he was being researched, nothing done to him was involuntarily, probably because he had worked closely with the military before. As he aged and grew older, his powers matured too, become stronger and less controllable every passing year. To cope with this he started insulating himself more and more and eventually developed an addiction to pain-killers and alcohol to numb his senses. After being discharged from the military he tried to calm down his powers, yet was unsuccessful and he tried to isolate himself from society and the noise it made. Eventually he heard from Primas and decided to sign up, hoping to learn to control his powers and rejoin lsociety.
Personal belongings: Marc is rather attached to his sunglasses and headphones as they're able to suppress most of his surroundings. He also keeps a bottle of pain-killers on him at all times.