Age: 30
Born: Denver, Colorado
Location: Denver, Colorado
Power: Aerokinesis
Notes:
Eamon has a high level of control over his ability, having mastered the ability to create and manipulate wind. His ability has developed to allow him to actually extract the breath from a person's lungs and create vacuum's.
He is considered highly dangerous and homicidal - not to be approached at any cost.
Eamon Tullidge's Prologue:
"C'mon Cass!" Cameron yelled to his girlfriend, who was lagging a way behind, panting slightly from walking a mile up a steep incline.
"Let's have a little break" she said, smiling sweetly before going over to a patch of grama on the side of the path and sitting with her legs sticking out at either side. For a moment Cameron was tempted to simply stand there, taking in how beautiful she looked and how lucky he was to be with her.
A warm breeze blew around them, her hair floating about as if she were underwater - her smile a siren song he couldn't resist.
Sitting down seguinte to her, he closed his eyes and let the wild smells mingled with Cassie's perfume waft over him. Then his life changed forever.
A deafening bang reverberated around them, sending birds soaring from the trees around them, the scene suddenly chaotic, with armed soldiers advancing from every direction.
Cameron looked down and his coração stopped - Cassie was lying, motionless like some perfect piece of art, silently leaking blood, staining everything around her red.
He was surrounded, but he didn't care, nothing mattered any more. "What have you done!?" he screamed, as the row of soldiers he was facing were torn from the ground and flung into the air. Then it all went black.
To Be Continued...
(Part Two)
Cameron opened his eyes, as the painful realisation hit him like a speeding train. She was dead. Cassie Tullidge, the only one he'd ever loved - gone forever, stolen, for reasons unknown.
He was suddenly aware that he was strapped to something, tied in a straight-jacket with what seemed like a metal dog muzzle over his face. "Hey!" he screamed, but no sound came out, it seemed to be stifling him.
He heard explosions. He didn't really care what they were though, he had to get out and destroy the people who did this. Piece por piece. Something slammed against the heavy metal door opposite him - he just had time to acknowledge he was in a small cell before it swung open and a man stepped inside.
"Ah, Cameron Eamon" he said, looking leitura from a note stuck to the outside of the door. "Sound manipulation ...neat." he said, leitura further "Listen I need your help getting out of here.". Cameron felt the man untying his binds and he fell to his feet.
Suddenly the man began to splutter and choke. The room suddenly devoid of air, as Cameron's 'muzzle' was blown from his face as he stepped through the now open door, ignoring the man now desperate for air on the floor beside him.
