Dire que Avis a été surpris par l'arrivée d'un agent Gray notoire était une exagération. En fait, il semblait logique d'envoyer un agent dangereux comme elle. Les colliers de choc autour de leur cou ont non seulement été utilisés pour garder les métahumains sous contrôle, mais il a également été utilisé comme un outil pour assassiner des cibles qui sont jugées trop dangereuses. Le jeune garçon était prêt à parier que la raison pour laquelle ils ont envoyé un mutant dangereux était parce qu'ils attendaient tous juste une chance pour elle d'afficher tous les signes de rébellion, donnant effectivement aux manipulateurs une excuse légitime pour l'exécuter. Les gestionnaires ont effectué le même schéma contre Avis lorsque le jeune agent avait été envoyé pour la première fois sur le terrain. Sa capacité à supprimer n'importe quoi devant lui était dangereuse à elle seule, et ils voulaient voir si Avis se rebellerait contre les agents. Heureusement, Avis n'a été tué qu'à ce jour.
Donc, si quelque chose, Avis a compris au moins un peu de la situation de Gray... pour autant qu'il le croyait. Donc, comme un bon petit garçon, Avis est entré dans l'APC, s'est assis à la place la plus proche de l'avant. De cette façon, il avait un avantage tactique de voir tout le monde à l'intérieur du véhicule, lui permettant de supprimer tout signe de mutinerie-- un conseil plutôt paranoïaque qui lui a été donné par Thorne. Mais, quand Gray s'assit directement en face de lui, pour une raison quelconque, tout besoin de sommeil et de repos laissé Avis. De profonds yeux rouges et gris semblaient s'attarder dans son esprit alors que le regard solennel de l'agent sulten hantait Avis. Ses yeux, bien que ternes et sans vie, semblaient tenir une longue histoire derrière elle qui aurait pu la transformer en agent antisocial silencieux qu'elle était maintenant. Il s'est souvenu de certains métahumains capturés... ils allaient d'abord entrer dans l'installation en donnant des coups de pied et hostiles, un feu inébranlable dans leurs yeux. Mais quelques semaines passaient, et Avis voyait le même prisonnier comme il était envoyé avec Thorne. C'est cassé. Quelles que soient les tortures et les expériences qui leur ont été faites par les cracks du DMA, ils ont massacré leur esprit de combat et les ont transformés en simples coquilles de l'humanité qu'ils possédaient autrefois.
C'était triste. Mais, c'était la réalité.
C'est aussi une réalité que Gray a refusé d'écarter son regard alors qu'elle se taisait. "J'aime vos yeux," dit Avis, sa voix calme et cool. "Rappele-moi de mon ancienne vie." Un sourire doux s'est formé sur ses lèvres alors que le jeune garçon se remémorait les jours avant son arrestation. "Mais, pour une raison quelconque, nous sommes tous prisonniers maintenant." Délicat, les doigts hésitants s'écrasèrent sur le col de choc mortel enroulé autour du cou d'Avis alors que le garçon plantait des touches plumeuses sur son piège de mort. "Cependant, il y a toujours de l'espoir. La vie n'est que douce promesse."
Et, Avis est resté silencieux pour le reste du voyage alors qu'il s'appuyait contre le mur d'acier de l'APC; ses yeux continuaient à errer sur les autres personnes à l'intérieur: une Thorne endormie, un Dr Carson occupé, et un gris sulten. Ce n'était pas grand-chose, mais c'était une équipe.
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Environ quatre heures se sont écoulées avant que l'APC ne s'arrête. Immédiatement, le Dr Carson a fait sortir les agents alors que Avis sortait volontairement du véhicule à l'étroit. Ses yeux balayaient les épaves de l'embuscade, dépeignant un autre agent pas trop loin sur la route alors qu'un métahumain inconnu, bien que suspect, était trop disposé à leur révéler son identité. S'il y a quelque chose que le DMA a fait comprendre à Avis, c'était le fait que les métahumains coopératifs étaient juste des psychopathes qui cachaient leurs couteaux derrière leur dos, attendant juste le bon moment pour poignarder les scientifiques dans le dos. Et, si cette heureuse chanceuse s'attendait à un bon traitement en raison de sa volonté de se faire capturer, alors elle n'aurait jamais été plus erronée que la violente Type 2 qui s'est portée volontaire pour être jumelée à Avis quand le DMA testait encore ses capacités. Elle découvrirait bientôt les horreurs du DMA... les mêmes horreurs qu'Avis. Lors de la vague de souvenirs, le jeune agent a inconsciemment placé une main protectrice sur la longue cicatrice qui a tracé son abdomen qui était le résultat d'un de leurs « expériences ».
« Sergent Thorne », Avis appela doucement son officier alors qu'il essuyait les franges agaçantes qui tombaient devant ses yeux. "Je l'ai dans les yeux. Je suis prêt pour les ordres." Ses yeux s'instruisirent sur la jeune femme à l'apparence d'une combinaison de vêtements étranges.
C'était une fille bizarre, selon Avis.
"Tu es intéressant!" Avis sourit avant de faire un pas en avant. « Ce ne sont pas les gens de tous les jours qui viennent nous chercher; ils courent souvent de l'autre côté. » Et, pour de bonnes raisons. Avis a pensé à lui-même avant de libérer un chanfrein doux. "Alors, quel est votre nom? Je m'appelle Eyes, agent du DMA." Oh, et c'est mieux que tu commences à courir avant que je sois forcé de t'attraper. Crois-moi, tu ne veux pas être expérimenté.
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.