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Post by Waylon Clark Grant on Dec 21, 2018 21:23:36 GMT
Waylon Clark Grant
the basics
full name ♦ Waylon Clark Grant nicknames ♦ Clark age ♦ thirty-four birthday ♦ September 14, 1984 occupation ♦ ER Nurse school ♦ Public school in Texas species ♦ Human ability/power ♦ Invisibility how the ability works ♦
Clark has the power of invisibility, which has served him well in life. His power works primarily by projecting a small field away from him, typically no larger than an inch or two thick. The aura-like field renders everything within it invisible, including any non-bulky clothing items that do not move too much. He can cast the aura to cover smaller items in his hands or bulkier clothing, but this takes so much mental concentration that he is absolutely exhausted afterwards. If he attempts it and his focus slips, the items may “flicker” in and out of view. He may be invisible, but the only sense tricked is visual. Errant sounds, smells, and others can still be picked up by those enterprising enough. If he moves too fast or too much, the field can slip from around him as well. gender ♦ Male sexuality ♦ Heterosexual
the appearance
face claim ♦ Dan Stevens height and weight ♦ 6’0” and 165 lbs identifying features ♦ none overall appearance ♦
Clark stands at a cool six foot and has retained most of the lean muscle from his military days. His thin face is usually coated in neat, dark-blonde stubble that matches the short-cropped hair atop his head, which seems to waffle between perfectly coiffed or nicely tousled. His eyes are kind and bright blue, and they are perhaps his most striking feature. He is kindly in affect and can put people at ease with his disarming smile, which he deploys often. He often dresses down when not in scrubs, usually opting to throw on the same pair of Wrangler’s and a simple t-shirt. He has been known to dress-up on occasion and owns a few suits and dress pants.
the personality
likes ♦ Sunday mornings, helping others, little adventures, animals, being in nature, dislikes ♦ violence, large and noisy crowds, drinking, self-serving people, strengths ♦ kind-hearted, cool-headed, altruistic weaknesses ♦ kind-hearted, bit of a bleeding heart, has reclusive/damaging tendencies dreams ♦ to be his full self again, to feel like he has control of his life once more fears ♦ needing to go back to monroeville, overall personality ♦
The changes in Clark have been drastic throughout his life, going from regular kid to gifted kid, from civilian to Navy Doc, from in control to out of it and then clawing his way back again. Throughout everything, however, Clark has kept his heart open and kind. Without that, he would have had no basis to come back to after everything, and though his altruism is arguably part of the catalyst that got him sent to Monroeville, it has been crucial to his coming out. Clark’s never been a martyr, but he has always had a penchant for helping others pick up their pieces. He’s always felt like it was a bit of the mechanic’s personal car conundrum when it comes to his own health, but going to Monroeville forced him to focus on himself and his own internality more. He is slowly, steadily getting better at checking in with himself and doing the things that make him feel well first before helping others.
So much of Clark is slowly, steadily getting better. He knows that, after the break he had, his progress isn’t a straight line, but he has gained his cool-head back after years of practice. Now, he finally feels like the person to call in a crisis again, which makes him happier than just about anything else. He feels better as long as he can feel needed or helpful, especially without acknowledgement. This gives him an amazing bedside manner and the mental space to be able to think on his feet, whereas a couple of years ago that would have sent him into another break.
Every piece of him that he has recovered feels like an impossible feat, and he can slip back just as easily as he can go forward. He often has to remind himself to keep his shit together, at least until the end of his shift. When not on shift, he can feel reclusive, but he tries not to give into this or his urge to disappear when things get too crazy.
the history
father ♦ Walter Grant, 67, owner of the Grant Ranch mother ♦ Joan Grant, 66, co-owner of the Grant Ranch, runs an antique shoppe in town siblings ♦ none important people ♦ Steven Grant, 61, uncle hometown ♦ Jefferson, TX overall history ♦
Walter and Joan Grant had already given up on children in their early thirties. They had told themselves and family that they were content to run their ranch and enjoy time with the various animals housed there. Joan’s subsequent pregnancy shocked nearly everyone involved, most of all Walter and Joan. Waylon Clark Grant was a bit of a miracle, and as such, he was utterly beloved. Walter’s buddy from day one, Clark followed his father everywhere as soon as he could stand on two legs. As soon as he could work, he had a muck shovel in one hand and a grooming brush in the other. He loved it. The sprawling ranch was full of cattle, horses, and an unbridled sense of freedom. Independent and adventure-seeking from the jump, Clark took full advantage of every single acre.
That need to see the world never expired, and it expanded into an almost humanitarian effort as he grew older. He loved working with the animals of his family’s ranch, helping in his mother’s shop, and doing what he could in his community. He loved being part of a team. In high school, he joined the football team just to be a sports’ medicine aid, and he had a penchant for working under high stress and pressure. Or so he thought.
His cool head was first truly tested after the homecoming dance during his freshman year of high school. He and some of the other JV football players had to complete their “initiation rite” to the team, which meant different things every year. That year, it meant pulling off the daring act of infiltrating their rival from the next town over and stealing their mascot - a stuffed pig named Brutus. Clark went along with the charade but never intended to be the one who got caught. As they tend to, this plan went sideways. Clark was left with Brutus, and the local sheriffs were closing in. Instead of scattering with the rest of them, Clark froze in the rival locker room, Brutus at his feet.
Flashlights closed in on him, but to his surprise, they went right through him. He stood absolutely still, and the flashlight beams shone on the wall behind him. The sheriffs came close enough to grab Brutus, and then they just left, without ever seeing him. When he told his parents, Joan and Walter took him to see his uncle, who had inherited a power himself. Uncle Steven could change his skin to blend in with his surroundings, and initially, they all thought Clark had also had the power of camouflage. When it was revealed that he could render himself invisible, his uncle dubbed him Casper and began working with him to turn the power from random to intentional.
It took him nearly the rest of high school to conquer the emotional trigger of fear to activate his power, with plenty of unfortunate mishaps. Like most kids in high school, Clark had plenty of moments he wanted to just disappear; unlike many kids, he actually could - and usually did. Thankfully, he was able to explain these incidents away as having been nothing more than tricks of the eye and quick footwork on his part. Along with his reputation for putting other people first, Clark earned one for just being rather quick: there one second and gone the next. He was fine with that as long as he could retain somewhat of a normal life through grade school.
Clark loved Texas, but he was ready to get the hell out of it after high school. The biggest state suddenly felt too small and his life too staid. Recruiters came to prey on this, his penchant for wanting to help others, and his family’s lack of money to send him somewhere that would afford him all the opportunities he wanted. He was a good Texas boy, so he signed his name on the dotted line. He initially enlisted in the Navy, but the first chance he could, he enlisted in field med school to become a greenside. This would allow him to put boots down with Marines and to perform field medical services. It took a long time and a lot of dedication, but in 2004, at age twenty, he was placed with a team of Marines as a Doc.
The work was hard and heart-breaking. He worked with both the Marines in his care and locals, taking care of who he could in Afghanistan. He wrote his parents and his uncle constantly, and though they tried to convince the soft-hearted Clark to return to Texas after his first tour, he just couldn’t. He had finally found a purpose and a position that drove away the wanderlust and allowed his big heart to be put to good use. War was hell, and he was in the thick of it, receiving more patients and wounds than he had time to cure and sew up. Afghanistan was a world away from Texas, and as much as he had been exposed to on the ranch, he could never have been prepared for what he saw and experienced there. Still, he felt like he was making the world a better place, and he was determined not to leave.
His second tour came up in 2008, and he re-enlisted and was allowed to remain in his current position, with a caveat. His second tour was much worse than his first, and his gifts were put to the test. His gifted CO was made aware of Clark’s ability and had a plan for him to use his powers to infiltrate the thick of the war zone. Clark saw the worst during the next two years that followed, slipping through the rubble and destruction to get whatever intelligence or equipment he could. When his Marines were hit by an IED, he was out on such a mission and couldn’t get back in time. That was the straw the broke his back, so to speak. Coming back to that carnage, his soft-heart finally broke, and his mind wasn’t far behind.
When it became too much, he turned invisible - and couldn’t turn back. Fear and anxiety had resurfaced in him full-force, and he found he couldn’t turn it off anymore. Having little other recourse, the Navy used him for stealth during his remaining year before quietly denying his next re-up and sending him on to Monroeville in 2010. There, he stayed for the next three years, putting himself back together. He slowly regained his corporeal and visible form, and when he was finally released in 2013, he was much better. He would never be the old Clark, but the combination of therapy and sessions in Monroeville let him go back to a certain level of wellness.
Released, Clark managed to apply his FMF training to nursing school, and though it was still high-stress, it wasn’t quite Afghanistan. He struggled to reconcile his persistent need to be useful and altruistic with what he had already seen and been through, but trying to become an RN gave him a direction to go in. He was able to get through it, and he got his RN certification in 2015. He started out in a small clinic, but as his mental state continued to improve, he wanted a bit more of a challenge. He started working in the ER around mid-2017 and found his niche once more.
He continues to subsist in New Orleans, living in a tiny apartment and fueling a lot of energy into both his job and his steady recovery. He dabbles in his power a little bit more and tries not to slip into ghost-mode anymore, lest he be dragged back to Monroeville.
