Alors que la bombe à impulsions traversait les sens d'Avis, le jeune agent n'a pas réussi à s'empêcher de se serrer les yeux et de tomber à genoux alors qu'il se sentait malade à son cœur, comme des tétons dégoûtants rampant dans son intestin et sa colonne vertébrale. De telles armes qui n'affectaient que les métahumains n'étaient pas inconnues dans le DMA, et en fait, on s'attendait à ce que les manipulateurs non donataires transportent ces articles avec eux au cas où les métahumains qui leur étaient assignés seraient voyous. Cependant, cette vague de pouls particulière a causé une hystérie de masse tout autour des yeux d'Avis, il ne pouvait pas voir droit ni même se lever. En fait, il lui a fallu quelques minutes avant qu'il ne se promène aux pieds, voyant que des balles étaient déjà abattues sur leurs ennemis. Maintenant, dans le protocole, Avis ne devait pas engager l'ennemi jusqu'à ce que des victimes soient infligées de leur côté. C'était toujours la même routine pour lui et Thorne, où ils se retenaient jusqu'à ce que la force létale soit nécessaire pour faire tomber une cible.
Cependant, comme il se rappelait la tirade incessante des insultes infligées par ce Nott et un autre métahumain, pensant comme s'ils savaient tout, une vague soudaine de colère s'est répandue au sein du garçon. Ses dents grinçaient, ses yeux s'élargissaient en furie avant qu'il ne sprinte vers l'endroit où les deux femmes se battaient. Il tourna autour d'eux, sautant au-dessus des voitures et des débris jusqu'à ce qu'il voie l'un des APC renversés à quelques mètres des deux femmes. Immédiatement, Avis a grimpé au-dessus du véhicule endommagé, lui permettant d'obtenir une vue claire et complète de leurs ennemis. Ça aurait été si facile. Il pouvait les faire s'endormir sur le sol, les faire goûter la douleur d'un millier de couteaux à chaud blanc plongeant dans leur peau; ils éprouveraient des douleurs évasantes et aveuglantes à partir des vêtements qu'ils portaient qui s'accrochaient à leur peau. Ils auraient compris l'agonie criante d'avoir juste les vents souffler sur leur peau et leurs visages. Mais, alors qu'il tentait d'utiliser ses capacités, il se trouva douloureusement incapable de le faire. S'il y a quelque chose, la bombe à impulsions de cet enfoiré a interféré avec ses capacités.
"Vous parlez comme si tout le monde dans le DMA a le choix. Vous parlez comme si vous compreniez notre douleur." Avis gritted, son souffle s'agrippant dans sa gorge alors qu'il a forcé ses yeux à activer leur capacité létale. "Contre le DMA, les laisser derrière eux... c'est facile à dire pour ceux qui n'ont rien à perdre que leur vie. Mais pas nous, pas moi, dont les mains sont liées. Enfin, comme un moteur qui revient à la vie, l'iris d'Avis a tourbillonné dans ses yeux, la lueur jaune sinistre qui prend maintenant la priorité. Mais avant qu'il ne puisse affecter les deux voyous, les lâches s'étaient écartés, grâce à la vitesse apparente de Nott. Immédiatement, il a éteint son override sensoriel afin de ne pas affecter Thorne ou les autres agents.
Avec une malédiction sous son souffle, Avis sauta de l'APC avant de se tourner vers Thorne. "Ils se sont échappés." Il grondait, un trait inapte à l'avis normal. "J'aurais dû les faire tomber." Les pensées furieuses couraient autour de sa tête, le rendant chaud et nerveux. Ses yeux aperçurent bientôt l'agent responsable de l'invalidation de ses capacités, et avec un sifflement sombre et maladroit, Avis s'inclina vers l'agent blindé. « Espèce d'enfoiré, » Le gentil et coopératif Avis s'est mis en colère, furieuse alors que son œil jaune commençait à cligner des yeux. "Si ce n'était pas pour toi et ta bombe à impulsions, je les aurais fait tomber!" Avis n'a pas pu penser franchement car il n'a vu que cet agent dans son champ de vision. « Quant à ses illusions, il est plus facile de sortir si vous ne paniquez pas! Ce ne sont que des putains d'illusions!" Mais, peut-être, son locus de colère était plutôt déplacé alors qu'il regardait l'agent. "Je vais t'apprendre à m'embrouiller les yeux. Voyons voir si tu vas t'en sortir."
Sa voix s'approfondissait tout comme son œil gauche commençait à briller, signalant l'utilisation de sa plaie de douleur. Cependant, juste avant que sa capacité puisse prendre pleinement effet, Avis s'est immédiatement retiré. Le jeune garçon s'éloigna de son compagnon alors qu'il fermait les mains sur ses yeux. "C'est quoi ce bordel?! J'étais sur le point d'utiliser mes capacités sur un agent..." Sa voix courait, regrettait et remords lançant chaque mot. Sa main a instinctivement serré contre son collier de choc alors qu'il envisageait à quel point il était proche de se faire électrocuter. "Oh mon Dieu, je suis désolée!" Avis s'est retiré, ne le trouvant pas en lui pour regarder l'agent. "Je me suis sentie si agressive tout d'un coup. Mon Dieu." Il a commencé à regarder autour de lui, essayant de découvrir qui était celui qui causait une telle agression. Avis n'avait jamais été un aussi facilement en colère, donc il ne pouvait attribuer cette soudaine assaut de rage à venir de la capacité d'un autre doué. Il savait que Thorne était un type 4, donc cela l'a laissé en dehors de l'équation. L'autre agent n'aurait pas été si stupide que d'utiliser tout ce qu'il était capable d'instiller la rage sur lui-même, de sorte que lui aussi l'a laissé en dehors. Le Dr Carson n'avait pas de cadeau, donc c'était définitivement une cinglée.
Donc, cela n'a laissé que Gray comme suspect. Les yeux d'Avis sont allés vers la fille qui avait l'air aussi insensible que quand il l'a vue pour la première fois. Et, peut-être qu'il sautait l'arme, mais plus ou moins, Gray aurait pu être celui qui a causé des hostilités aussi intenses. "Fuck", Avis secoua la tête avant de se tourner vers Thorne, toujours en fermant la main sur ses yeux. "Désolé, sergent." Il s'est excusé avant de se raser la gorge. "Quel est le plan maintenant?"
Avis Kerch, 'Eyes'



Age
Twenty-four
Eye Colors
Left Eye and Right Eye
Personality
Soft-spoken, calm, and timid as a member of the Wardens, there's nothing more that Avis hates than conflict and fighting. He prefers to take the peaceful way out, especially with hunting down the rogue Gifted individuals. Unlike his counterparts, Avis always gives his enemies a choice to surrender peacefully or to be taken by violence. While frowned upon as a weakness, Avis' distaste for violence and drawn-out fights serves as an advantage because he never fools around, and instantly goes for the final blow when given the chance. The young lad relies more on strategy more than his emotions, but when overtaken by these feelings, he is unable to fully control them.
Avis is unbelievably cool and composed regardless of any situation, even if he is caught being a pervert which is his not-so-hidden flaw. He leers at women, blatantly imagining them without the clothes that they are wearing, a daydream that is often discovered when he glares at a girl with a stupid smirk on his face. Still, even if he seems aloof, Avis is always a great companion for anyone since he is always curious and inquisitive of other people, allowing and encouraging them to tell him their stories as he drinks his favorite cup of tea and listens. If there is something constant with Avis, it's how he never says anything bad about others, and will always put his colleagues in a brighter light.

Abilities
Type 1 - Sensory Override
Avis' ability is his Sensory Override. Every person within his visual area (or, any person in his sights) can either be wracked with debilitating pain or have their senses numb and shut down. For this to work, the person needs to be visible, and not be covered by debris or walls. The first half of this ability is the Pain Wrack, which causes Avis' gaze to activate his victim's pain receptors to extreme and hypersensitive levels, causing even the winds blowing around him or her to be very painful. The other half is Numbing, which causes the victims' senses to slowly be shut down. At the very basic exposure, the victim will be unable to feel pain or anything until he or she will lose all senses like sight and hearing. Avis' yellow eye will glow when he is using Pain Wrack. On the other hand, his green eye will be the one glowing if he is using the Numbing.
It should be noted that Avis can only use one configuration at a time, and the ability will only stay in effect as long as Avis does not close his eyes (this includes blinking). If Avis closes his eyes, the effects will wear off and there is a five second interval before he can use his ability again. 
Bio
Joining the Wardens willingly was not a hard task for someone whose father was killed by rogue and irresponsible 'Gifteds'. The burly store clerk down at the convenience store beside the church was just manning his overtime post when a rampaging pyromaniac reduced him to ashes, and took half of the store supplies with him. Police say it was an arsonist, some say it was divine intervention. But, one thing was clear, the specific and charred remains of his father was not the work of any lousy arsonist-- it was deliberate and planned. After all, the only charred thing in the store was the ashen remains, and the floor he stood on. It would seem that the fire only devoured the body, and not the surroundings.
However, Avis' story was not the story of finding vengeance for his father. No, in fact, Avis was quite happy that the old bloke was dead because the drunkard son of a bitch was just getting tired of molesting his older brother, and was planning on doing the same to him. So, when he and his brother got the news that their old man was immolated, they did a little victory dance and would have gladly sat on his ashes if the police hadn't stowed away the remains. So, orphaned, the brothers began working in two different places: Avis in the soup kitchen while Art in the metal machineries factory. They grew up together, and were ready to forget the past and start their own business when he got to the age of fifteen when, suddenly, Avis received reports of a crazed arsonist in the metal factory that his brother was working in.
Struck with panic, Avis rushed out of the soup kitchen and bolted for the factory with tears streaming out of his eyes. The arsonist was burning down the place, and none of the workers inside had gotten out so far. So, while the police were busy shouting orders into radios and standing outside of the factory, Avis breached and searched for his brother. What he found though was horrifying. The workers were slowly getting burned, and while Avis was contented with just hiding behind a pillar whilst the arsonist set off on searing off the workers' feet, he couldn't stand it anymore and screamed for the man to stop when he heard his brother's pained cries.
As his eyes set on his injured brother whose legs had been reduced to ashes, a nauseous yet furious feeling surged within the teen. And, without him really doing anything, the man who he could only see (as if his vision tunneled) began to writhe about as if the very clothes he wore caused him pain. His skin began to redden as his body was clearly delirious, and his screams, oh, were they loud. The man started to launch haphazard bolts of flames, causing a series of fires to start at the walls. The police came in time, and took the injured ones away all except for Avis and the pyromaniac. Specialized individuals came and picked them up, separated them, and interrogated Avis to no end.
As it stood, they thought Avis was the pyromaniac but as they discovered his abilities, they opted to try to recruit the all too willing teenager into their ranks, training him and indoctrinating him with their teachings. Avis willingly accepted their teachings, believing that this job was a good deterrent for those who would try to use their powers for evil. And, besides, it was a good pay to sustain his brother's treatment at the hospital. When Avis turned eighteen, he was officially put on a team under Sergeant Thorne, where he proved to be an efficient member. For the next few years, he had actively served under Thorne's group, functioning as the team's suppression specialist when a certain rogue gifted is becoming too unstable.
It is unclear whether Avis is acting on his own beliefs, or whether he was completely washed with the Wardens' teachings. But, one thing was for sure, he does his missions with utmost surety. While not as efficient as other agents, he has proved his worth to Thorne over and over again.
Post Example

"Going in, Sarge." Avis reported on the radio before hopping out of the black van. Why he was deployed last was beyond Avis, but his duty was not to complain, but to just... do. Straightening his coat and boots, Avis jogged over to the known location of the trapped criminal gifted, a lightning type who kept blasting their agents with bolts of death. Crazed gifteds like this one was not unheard of; honestly, Avis would know that they were facing a lunatic when he was already being deployed to bring an end to the madness. There are two types of targets: you've got those who come quiety, and, usually, you've got a good number of them who would often fight back and try to escape.
Oh, and it was Avis' job to shut the latter types down.
Angry pyromaniac who's got the boys pinned down? Send in Avis to shut him up. Crazed psychopath who keeps using telekinesis to drop trucks over the agents? Avis got it in the bag. The young lad had gotten particularly good at his job, and he's got Thorne to thank for that. The older agent was skilled, he'd give him that, and he offered sensible tips. It was always important to never hesitate in this kind of job, and it was Thorne who made Avis realize that. So, as the young man strode towards the lunatic whose fingers crackled with lightning, Avis knew that this was one of those types wherein he could never hesitate once he made the decision.
It was either him or them.
A stray bolt of lightning crashed towards Avis as the young man tumbled out of the way. The lunatic's screams echoed in the hollow building as the other agents hid behind barrels and other walls. The man screamed about not being taken alive, and that, if he wasn't left alone, he would bring down the entire structure. The man was just disturbed... frightened. It was normal for a lot of them, and Avis knew the feeling of that fear. They just had to be dealt with calmly.
Avis stood up from his hiding place, facing down the lunatic: a young, bald shirtless man whose eyes were ringed by dark circles. His ribs pressed against his skin as the young Avis could only shake his head in regret. "Sir, please stand down." Avis called out, a mistake in Thorne's book. "We can do this the easy way. Just, please, calm down."
"N-No!" the man screamed, pointing his finger at Avis. "You're just here to abuse and take me! I won't let you!" Instantly, a bolt of lightning soared towards Avis who stepped to the side to avoid it, causing the projectile to hit the forklift near the entrance, blasting the vehicle sky-high.
"Hard way, then. Everyone keep your heads down." Avis mumbled, closing his eyes before opening them as he glared at the man. His left eye glowed yellow as the lunatic began to thrash wildly, his mouth frothing as hellish pains wracked his system. The man twitched on the ground, his body bending to grotesque forms as his mind began to black out due to the pain. A wild streak of saliva ejected from his lips as his entire consciousness shut down due to being overloaded with such agonies. The man's eyes closed as he stopped moving altogether, and at the same time, Avis closed his eyes to moisten them. "Tango down." At this, the agents came out of their hiding spots, and bound the man.
Avis pressed his earpiece, enabling the voice receiver. "Thorne, Eyes reporting in." Avis groaned, rubbing his eyes in discomfort. "We've got the man secured. Bringing the Type 2 in. Over."

Other
Eye Drops - Avis carries around a vial of eyedrops which he uses to soothe his eyes since his ability can wear out his vision from prolonged use.
Taurus Judge - In the event that he needs to defend himself, Avis carries with him a small firearm known as the Taurus Judge. He carries ten .45 Colt rounds alongside the five already chambered in the handgun. Thus, he can reload up to two times.