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[Dec. 24th, 2007|10:58 pm] |
and how can we win when fools can be kings?
don't waste your time
or time will waste you.
• full name: Daniel Adam Streer.
• born: February 6, 2005.
• age: 26.
• ability: Healing of others via skin-to-skin contact. It seems to be an involuntary process that he has difficulty setting boundaries on - once he's touched someone, his powers automatically kick in and attempt to heal whoever he's touching of any (and every) injury and illness they have at that particular moment, until he breaks physical contact. His greatest limitation is his own health: whatever injury or sickness he heals someone of gets transferred to him instead. In theory it is possible for him to kill himself by healing someone whose injuries are too extensive. His powers only extend to other humans; he cannot heal himself or any non-human creatures. His own regenerative capabilities are the same as a normal person's. (Echo 9 Team Member)
Danny was born February 6, 2005; his parents, Alicia and Steven Streer, were private insurance agents in Baltimore - or at least they were until the day the bombs started dropping. The family survived, which was something to boast in and of itself in those first dark years. To their continual surprise (and relief), neither Alicia nor Steven suffered the effects of the radiation poisoning that was plaguing many of the survivors. However, as he grew up, it seemed that Danny suffered every headache and bruise, every cut and ailment that his parents always seemed to miraculously avoid. He spent his childhood in a near-constant state of illness or injury, and never for any apparent reason. And one fateful day, Alicia accused Steven of beating Danny - how else could he end up with these fractured bones, these scrapes and unexplainable bumps? - took Danny, and fled.
Mother and son drifted north, and it's true, with only his mother around him Danny didn't seen to fall prey to nearly as many colds or injuries. They got by - Alicia was always healthy enough to look for a little work, enough money to keep them fed, and Danny was a surprisingly tolerant child and an even more surprisingly tolerant teen. If he noticed anything interesting about the way his injuries suddenly appeared, he kept his mouth shut - they had enough problems already. But it was at that time that America had just hit the depths of its dark period, and one day Alicia and Danny came home to their Delaware apartment (well, they were squatters) to find their belongings being looted. The thieves panicked and attacked the pair of them, leaving nineteen-year old Danny with a broken arm and a bleeding, unconscious Alicia. He was in the process of picking her up to try and find help when her injuries - rapidly turning into his injuries - overwhelmed him; he collapsed in the street just as Alicia woke up.
By some combination of luck and desperation, Alicia found out about a Dr. Cameron Keynes: a man with money, a man with means. A man who could save her son, who'd been nearly comatose since the night of the looting. She contacted him and, miracle of miracles, he invited her to bring Danny to his estate for care, where he also explained to her that Danny's injuries over the years might have been more than just bad luck...
Danny spent over a year just recuperating from the injuries he'd sustained - severe concussion, arm broken in two places, cuts and blood loss galore - but even more importantly, from the injuries he'd been collecting his entire life. At the Keynes estate, armed with the full knowledge of how to protect himself, Danny experienced something he hadn't since his toddler years: health. It was fantastic.
It did have one significant impact on the relationship between Alicia and Danny, though - while prior to their arrival the two had been all but inseparable (yeah, he was a mama's boy), the now-aware Danny was considerably more standoffish around people, including his mother. And for Alicia, who was suffering some guilt about the unintentional harm she'd done to her son over the years (not to mention leaving her husband - whoops), this was the final straw. She thanked Dr. Keynes for his generosity and left the estate. Danny stayed: while his conscience chided him for not going with his mother, his sense of self-preservation (and his growing fondness for the relative luxuries of living under Dr. Keynes's roof) won out. And there he's stayed for the past several years, catching up on his education (as he'd never really gotten any formal schooling) and training with his newfound powers under Dr. Keynes's tutelage.
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