| Introduction
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xxxxxAcerbic and rude enough to be a native New Yorker. His accent gives him away, though.
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| History
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xxxxxBorn in Thailand. Moved to Montreal. College at Cornell. Started his own architecture firm in SoHo after building the politically controversial but architecturally lauded Mendel Clinic.
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| Powers
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xxxxxHive is a telepath. He's not a very good one, though. You probably don't want him in your head; he lacks finesse and his mental touches range anywhere from abrasive to actively painful in their harshness.
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| Skills
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xxxxxBS in architecture, MS in civil engineering, and professionally he is pretty damn good at what he does. Outside of work his skillset is kind of lacking. A whooole lot of gaming. Is a pretty capable cook but lazy as hell so mostly just gets takeout now that he has enough money not to think about food-costs. Native Thai speaker, pretty fluent in French, has picked up a generous smattering of languages from the eclectic crew he hangs out with (and often shares a brain with.)
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| Connections
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Hivemind
- Ash - Lost puppy. Needs pets. Tastes ungrounded, for an earthbender.
- B - Brilliant, but lost. Tastes like blood in fresh clean earth.
- Doug - Ugh. Teenagers. Tastes like teen spirit.
- Dusk - More alive than most. Tastes like blood and open skies.
- Eric - Useful but pervy. Leaves greasy aftertaste.
- Flicker - Soulmate. Keeps me grounded. Tastes like home.
- Ian - Dark like summer night. Tasted like stars and campfire, and then like nothing.
- Iolaus - Staunch ally. Definitely crazy. Tastes like idealism; equal parts hopeful and stupid.
- Jackson - Obnoxiously cheerful. Would follow into hell. Frequently do. Tastes like passion, and smoke and mirrors.
- Jim - Utterly useless drinking buddy. Attracts bullets. Tastes like deep roots in deep earth.
- Kyle - Sick fuck. Would like to scrub that taste clean.
- Matt - Bright and warm till the end. For all the good it did him. Tasted quiet, but tasted strong.
- Melinda - Like a shoulder angel in his brain. Tastes like mocha.
- Micah - The Force is strong with this one. Wields power of Heart. Tastes like he does, too.
- Parley - Feline. Tastes like evening fog.
- Ryan - Rockstar even before he was famous. Tastes like earning bruises in a mosh pit.
- Shane - All heart. Tastes like whitewater.
- Shelby - Hilarious. Teenager. WTF. Tastes like chaos, more for herself than anyone else.
- Tag - Gaming buddy. Light enough to carry. Tastes lost.
Yet to be assimilated
- Alexandrine - Stupid as hell.
- Anima - Out for hirself.
- Billy - How has New York not eaten this one alive?
- Claire - Beacon of clarity.
- Emma - Owe her a lot.
- Hanna - Both too much sunshine and too many clouds.
- Isra - Quiet, but fierce.
- Jennifer - The worst kind of stupid is the kind convinced it's smart.
- Lucien - Gentleman bastard.
- Malthus -
Kill on sight. To-do: Send Micah thank-you card.
- Merit - Wired.
- Murphy - Giant headache.
- Peter - Never give this kid caffeine.
- Violet - Probably could make any city her own.
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| Trivia
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- Sort of has a daughter, Tola, with... Melinda and Jim. Though he didn't father her he was telepathically connected to her father when she was conceived and got very close to her mother through her pregnancy.
- Trying to explain to people that Tola has two daddies probably doesn't help the common misconception that he and Jim are dating.
- Has one tattoo. A very small black lotus flower on his thigh; it's not in any particularly titillating place but the paucity of people he disrobes around means it's rarely ever seen anyway.
- Keeps a fairly predictable workday schedule. Hangs out at Montagues for his morning coffee, stays there working on his laptop ~2 hours, heads in to his office around ten, works there till mid-afternoon, heads to Evolve to finish working over lots of coffee there until generally whenever Micah gets off work.
- When he's in good enough health for it, enjoys camping and fishing and rock climbing and pick-up basketball with his roommates.
- Hasn't been in good enough health for it for a while, due to the growing tumor nestled in his brain together with a malfunctioning Promethean brainchip.
- Spends probably Too Much Time engaged in cutthroat space capitalism in EVE Online. Cuts many throats.
- Also spends too much time playing Ingress, though at least that gets him out of the house. Is a die-hard member of the NYC Resistance.
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| Jetsadayut Suphamongkhon
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| Codename
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Hive
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| Birthdate
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November 13, 1989
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| Species
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Mutant
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| Affiliation
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Inner Circle
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| Alignment
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Anti-Assimilationist
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| Powers
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Telepathy
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| Occupation
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Architect
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| Registration Status
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Gamma/Psionic (4P)
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| RP Hooks
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| Night Owl - The city's quieter when it's half asleep.
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| Web of Trust - Has been in MANY people's heads. Knows many people's secrets. Usually keeps them, though.
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| Anti-Activist - Extremely outspoken about his mutancy. Terrible at following up with the requisite DoGooder-ness, though.
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| Game On - Tabletop, not sportsball. Huge fan of board games, and roleplaying games. Card games, too. For some reason his friends don't like poker with him, though.
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| Lab Rat - There's folks out there experimenting on mutants. He knows this firsthand.
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