[attr="class","official-title"]Micah Joseph Brennan

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[attr="class","official-content"]Micah is a sly fox with a sharp wit and a sarcastic sense of humor. He tends to be a bit of a smart ass and isn't afraid to speak his mind or stand up for himself or his friends. He likes doing things that could potentially land him in trouble because it gives him a huge thrill when he actually gets away with something. Micah is extremely protective of his friends and has no problem mouthing off to authority figures.
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He is not particularly athletic as far as sports go, but he is a damn fast runner. Micah tends to gravitate toward other kids and doesn't really want much to do with adults, as he has yet to find an adult who hasn't proven to be a complete disappointment to him. He thinks he is better off without them.
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Micah's story began when he was discovered as a baby in a dumpster behind an Italian restaurant. He had been wrapped in bloodied toilet paper and discarded like yesterday's news. After being checked out and deemed healthy by the local hospital, the proper authorities were called and Micah was eventually entered into the foster care system, where he grew up being passed from family to family. Having no solid home or family, he grew up feeling like he couldn't rely on anyone, particularly parental or authority figures. All he knew about his own parents was that they not only didn't want him, they didn't even find him worth finding proper care for. They had left him for dead, and who needed a family like that?
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As a result, he grew up getting in all sorts of trouble for pickpocketing, vandalization, breaking and entering, etc. Foster families passed him around like the bread basket at a dinner table. None of them wanted to bother with a troublemaker like him and that just made him all the more defiant against authority. And the ones who neglected him, for the most part... well those were the decent ones. It's not easy to get him to open up about some of the things he has gone through at the hands of adults he was supposed to trust.
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About a year and a half ago, Micah decided that he had had enough, and he ran away from his foster family. He's been living on the streets ever since, doing whatever it takes to survive while evading the authorities.
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Micah has no 'powers or abilities' but there are certain skills that he has obtained through practice or learned from others: Stealth, lockpicking, pickpocketing, climbing and general athletics, parkour and free running.

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It was pretty much the same thing every day. Three hours in solitary confinement. Three hours of a straight jacket and white, padded walls. Three hours of no doctors, no tests, no group therapy, no syringes filled with God knows what.
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Somewhere in the back of his mind, Micah Brennan knew that he wanted this to happen. He wanted to get away from it all... to clear his head. He wondered if they would ever just put him on Deva Hills Death Row or whatever, as much damage as he had caused to their equipment as well as some of their staff. But no, three hours in solitary seemed to be punishment enough for them... today and all the days past since his first day here.
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Without the use of his arms, it wasn't easy to move freely in the white, padded room. He laid on his side and pretty much wriggled his way over to the corner and eventually situated himself so that he was sitting up with his back to the wall, knees drawn up. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, sticking out his bottom lip and blowing a puff of air upwards to get his dark curls out of his eyes. He was in desperate need of a haircut. He let out a heavy sigh as the events of that morning replayed in his mind.
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The nurse had come in at 5 a.m. Right on time. It was like this every morning, to the point where Micah had started waking up on his own at 4:30 and staring blankly at the digital clock, waiting with dread. It was like clockwork, the moment 5 o'clock hit, the door behind him came open and the blinding overhead light came on. He curled up tighter in the blankets and started to tremble with fear. He knew what was coming, and the creaking of the wheels of the cart being pushed across the room and to his bed were like nails on a chalkboard to him. He closed his eyes tight, trying to block it out.
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"It's time, Micah," came the sweet, sing-song voice of the little blonde nurse as she began to fill the syringe with whatever toxin she intended to inject into him.
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He just shook his head and tried to hide further into the bed sheets, as if he were trying to sink completely into the mattress. "No," he mumbled.
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The nurse sighed. "Let's not make this difficult." She attempted to pull back the covers, but Micah held them tightly wrapped around his shoulders.
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"I said NO!" he shouted, causing the nurse to draw her hand back and lift her eyebrows, and then she pushed a little button on her ID badge... a silent alarm that would tell the asylum security that there was a situation and giving them her precise location. She actually wondered why they didn't just have an entire team join her with this one. Micah was never easy to deal with.
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Again, she gave the blankets a hard tug, this time effectively pulling them free from his body. With the syringe in hand, she leaned down toward him, but Micah bolted upright in bed and immediately lunged at the nurse and tackled her. The pair crashed into the cart, sending its contents flying about as they ended up on the floor, grappling one another and wrestling for control. She was trying desperately to shove that needle into his arm and he was determined not to let her.
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At one point he had the nurse pinned and was sitting on her, using his knees to hold her arms to the floor so she couldn't reach him with the syringe. There was a wild, angry look in his eyes as his hands closed around her throat. "I said no goddamnit!" he screamed at her. "You're not shoving that fucking thing anywhere in me!" The nurse tried to writhe out from under him, choking, and helpless, and then suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around Micah and pulled him off of her, lifting him off the ground with ease.
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"LET GO!" he shouted, fighting against the guard (who had impossible strength) as the nurse stood up and regained her composure. Micah struggled with all his might, swinging his legs up and kicking wildly, his foot connecting with the little blonde's face, effectively breaking her nose, but he didn't care. He'd rather they kill him than keep subjecting him to this bullshit day after day. But the guard who held him still held tight, and Micah opened his mouth and bit down hard on the man's forearms in desperation. It was enough to cause him to loosen his grip, but by that time two others had joined the fray and before Micah could do anymore damage he felt the sting of a tranquilizer in the side of his neck, and then everything went black.
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That was who knew how long ago. Micah had no idea how long he had been asleep, only that three hours in solitary seemed to be the norm, so he assumed that was how long he would be here now. Even though he couldn't see the injection site, he could feel the soreness in his arm that told him they had successfully administered the drug after knocking him out.
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He hated it. The needle was bad enough... but whatever they kept giving him kept his ability weak... weak enough that when he manifested a double, it wasn't solid and wouldn't act on its own. His cloning ability was one of the few things that he really had that he felt proud of... that he felt define him, and these monsters insisted on taking it away and not giving him any answers.
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He knew that if he could avoid the injections for maybe a day or two, he could probably manifest a clone at full strength, and that clone could take the drug for him while he hid somewhere, possibly under the bed. He only needed to be able to do it that first time, because as long as he wasn't being medicated, he could get his strength back, and eventually figure out a way to get himself out of this Hell Hole....
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