Character name: Devon Tristis, "Mack" Age: 23 Profession: Trainee Agent.
Power, if applicable: Cell degeneration and regeneration. He can repair wounds, yes, but he can also break down your cellular structure. This works best on recent wounds; he has a natural talent for reversing the healing process, which he theorises is possibly due to his (now fuzzy) knowledge of anatomy and wish to be a doctor. However, using the power leaves him vulnerable to attacks.
Where do they live?: AM housing.
Personality: Mack cannot remember much of himself from before the incident. His memories are fuzzy at best and he's a very quiet, easily influenced person. He writes a lot - after he awoke, for a while he couldn't talk properly. He's got a dream diary, in which he's noted down the hallucinations he had while sedated. His own funeral, Tyra Banks calling to confirm he was America's next top model, flying a plane ala the Yeats poem. As you can imagine, this is a very personal thing that he rarely lets anyone else see. Of course, it'd be neigh impossible to decipher it anyway - his handwriting, post-incident, is like a child learning to hold a pen for the first time.
Mack has had to learn how to do a lot of things, had to relearn all the things he used to know. Going from totally sedated, to drugged up but still conscious and all the while unable to leave his bed is a shock to the system of an active teenage boy. He's had to rebuild basic musculature and relearn common skills. He spends a lot of time slumped in front of the tv in the lounge when not in the gym. He can probably quote most American prime-time dramas by heart by now - his favourites being feel-good things like Glee and Ugly Betty. His room is filled with boxsets, yes.
As stated above, Mack is very, very quiet; almost ghost-like. He's the type who walks up behind you silently and pats you on the arm to say hello - he was never a person of many words and he's been quieter since waking up. It's hard to contribute to a conversation if you don't have any life experiences to share. And he's had difficulty keep tracking of long conversations anyhow; a lot of things fall out of his hands or are difficult for him to grasp. He's been assured that this won't be permanent, but it sucks. Hard.
He's pretty certain he did something terrible during the incident. If not, then why does everyone who knows about it tip-toe around the subject? He's almost certain, therefore, that every terrible thing that happens to him is due to this event and he deserves it. He's reluctant to find out what happened exactly; if he does, then he might not be able to blame everything on his actions then. Boy's a masochist yes, but having a policy like this helps keep his thoughts straight; it gives him a reason for all the terrible stuff that happens to him and he needs that.