Name: Mental
Gender: Male
Abilities: He looks like an ordinary human, in the form of a modern working intellectual. Inside, his emotions and thoughts run rampant throughout his very body and mind, all kept together by his willpower and mental fortitude. Under a mask of a calm and smiling face.
He is capable of inventing and creating new things from useless junk, both electronic and natural. His perception and analytical prowess surpasses many alive. And he does well when conversing with others.
Oh, and he loves playing chess.
Insignia and Colors: He prefers the triangle, a standard two-dimensional figure, perfectly grey. In the midst of the triangle lies a circle, directly at the center. It is fully black.
Appearance: Garbed in any 'normal' attire for the current day, mostly consisting of simple cloth fabric-- preferring lighter shades for both upper and lower body wear. The man in the clothes stands at exactly six feet, no more or less. He has a light, or pale, complexion; his eyes are the shade of twilight, and his head is shaped as an oval. He is bald, without the tiniest patch of hair on his head and his eyebrows are colored black.
Apparently, normal...Except for that small smile that seems to be stuck forever on his face.
Mental, the code name for this unfortunate soul rings true for what other see him as. Mental, the state of the mind gone mad; something which, out of human understanding needs be grasped-- the Mind.
This is the name given to him and to it, he is content.
But back to the beginning shall we?
There was once a man, of whose name was lost amongst millions of others, that dreamt of living a normal, peaceful life. Only, in his early youth and throughout most of his early years, he was classified as mentally unstable and insane due to his over-curiosity on many things and his dreams of a future utopia, run by free-thinkers and liberal minded people, those with open minds and dreams. He tried mostly everything that man could do in his search for answers in life; experimenting with the laws of science as a scientist would-- though, cruder and more to the point.
Though, many didn't like how he performed, even if it was far beyond his age and time, but the label stuck on him throughout and his notoriety grew with each passing month. He was interrogated by some men holding a survey, 'invited to a party' then imprisoned in a top-secret mental institute, ran privately by the government. The staff treated him like all the others, he was dehumanized and treated as such. He tried to plead freedom, tried to show his sanity, tried to prove his innocence; but alas, all for nought.
In the end, he gave up and resorted to learning amongst everyone else, for what else could one do at that time? Through peaceful means like chess or debating or just observing the attitudes of others. Many didn't mind or care anyway and continued with their lives. He developed a philosophical and highly open psychological attitude towards life, though his view was tarnished by the deeds of those who treated him as they thought he was, insane.
Reports of break-ins and murders in, and around the campus were on the rise during his stay. None of the victims were linked to Mental in anyway though, as no identifying prints were found. Their corpses were thoroughly examined and had only one revealing note left on them, a black chess piece.
Due to the medical doses and treatment that the staff thought would cure them, as well as the experiments that they 'performed' on 'volunteers', his mind finally snapped. Using everything he knew (which was surprisingly much more than the combined knowledge of all those in the place), he broke free, baffling those that constantly watched him and observed him constantly, without a single drop of blood shed.
The only note he left in his cell, was the Black King-- a chess piece he adored using in his games with the other people, it has a small cut right through the middle, like the top piece has its head cleaved in two. It had the shape of an isosceles triangle when viewed from above.
His tracks went silent after many days. After weeks, he was presumed dead in the wilderness but the authorities did not give up on such an elusive man. After months...well, it soon turned into years.
But unbeknownst to all of them, he was just there-- right in the middle of it all, hiding in plain sight.
It was strange, when the detective agency on his case received a message from the Chief of Staff regarding a man who wanted to be imprisoned. He had no papers, no evidence, no credentials...nothing actually. They were not even sure if this was a joke, but he insisted 'with a cheerful attitude' as they said.
So, he was inspected and found out, the only thing that linked his identity to their man was a chesspiece which he kept on turning in his right hand, it has a distinct cut through it's top piece.
Now, here he lays. Deep within the bars of frost and cold. With only time, and his thoughts, as company.
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