{$actor} as Travis Evans
Name: Travis Evans
Birthdate: {$birthdate}
Faction: None
Codename: None
Position: Mr.
Hometown: New York, New York
Partner(s): NA Height: 5'10
Father: William Evans, deceased Weight: 190lbs
Mother: Clara Evans, deceased Hair Color: Brown
Siblings: None Eye Color: Green
Children: None, hopefully


My earliest memory is of my mother, dying in childbirth. Seconds later, I was born into the world.

Life was a struggle in 1932. The stock market crash hit the country hard, and my father was no different. He owned a small auto body shop in Midtown, and worked day in, day out to make ends meet. When I was eight, he put me to work alongside him, teaching me the trade. My father has a hard man, unforgiving and strict, and never failed to make his feelings known when I made a mistake, or upset him. He showed me little affection as a child, seeing me more as the thing that killed his wife, than his son.

I was 10 when my father was drafted, sent to the Pacific to fight the Japanese. I was sent to live with an Aunt and Uncle in Pennsylvania, where I spent my adolescence. I wasn't the only child in my situation; plenty of other children were living with relatives while their father fought in the war. Mine was killed in action during the war, leaving me his house and shop. When the war was over, my friends mostly went back to their parents, while I had to remain with my Aunt and Uncle, who felt I was more of a burden than they should have to bear. I was a sullen, difficult child, as you might expect, with a short fuse and no patience. When I finished high school, I came back to Manhattan only to be drafted myself a few months later and sent to Korea.

It wasn't until I was 18, on patrol with my unit, that I realized I was different. My unit came under attack, and two Privates were killed before we could find cover. I tried to pull one of the injured to safety, but he had died by the time I could reach him; his memories flooded my mind, everything he'd experienced leading up to his death. If it weren't for my CO pulling me out of my daze, I'd be dead too. We made it out, losing half our team, but we fought the North Koreans back enough to make our escape.

While serving in Korea, I absorbed the memories of dozens of men after they were killed. They've stuck with me ever since, and I'll never forget how they felt at the moment of their deaths; sad, angry, alone, confused, full of regret.. they run the gamut. I also realized I could use this ability on enemy soldiers who had died on the field, and used the memories they had to provide some small amount of intelligence about forces. My commanding officers were skeptical when I told them what I knew, but it almost always proved accurate, and I think I saved us from at least a few bad situations, and saved plenty of American lives in the process. I spent a full two years in Korea, and I felt more alive there than I had my whole life until then. I've seen death from all angles. I've caused it, I've prevented it, I've experienced it first hand in the memories I've absorbed. I have a unique perspective. Life isn't precious, and no-one gets out alive.

I was discharged from the army in 1953, and returned home to New York. I rebuilt my father's shop as a bar, bringing in a few of the men I'd served with as partners, and within the year we were turning a profit. Within a few years, we converted the bar into a jazz club, expanding the building, and hiring more staff. It wasn't long before my focus switched from pouring drinks to running the business full-time, and my partners slowly sold their interest back to me when they chose to move on to other ventures. Today, "Corridor Nine" is thriving, employs a dozen or so, and brings in enough money for me to live comfortably.

IC Events


  • Corpse Psychometry: Travis' mutation gives him the ability to absorb memories from the dead. This ability requires physical contact with the target, and will work only on corpses not significantly decomposed; generally speaking the body must have been dead for less than 24 hours, and the brain must be intact and connected in some physical way to the point of contact. He can't use his power to draw memories from dismembered parts. The clearest memories come from the freshest bodies; after twelve hours of decomposition the memories start to become fuzzier and more difficult to interpret. Travis can absorb the memories of a corpse from the 24 hours leading up to the target's death; he doesn't absorb their lifetime of memories, or even their knowledge, simply a playback of events leading up to their death, and only as the target remembers it. If they target was drugged, drunk, or otherwise affected the memories may not be an accurate accounting of events, and there is nothing Travis can do to change that. The absorption of memories takes only a few seconds of contact, during which time Travis must maintain concentration to keep his own memories separate from those he is absorbing.
  • Corpse Detection: One of the more gruesome side effects of Travis' mutation is that he can detect the location of nearby dead bodies. Any reasonably fresh corpse within 50 feet acts like a beacon to Travis, and he can intuitively determine distance and direction to the body.
  • Telepathic Resistance: As a side effect of his mutation, Travis' mind is significantly changed compared to that of a normal person. Memories of the dead pollute his thoughts, and to a telepath his mind simply feels strange; death and life mixed together, the lines between the two blurred to the point where it would difficult to tell what is part of Travis and what isn't. This doesn't give him an immunity to telepathic intrusion, but a telepath who might try would find it much more difficult, and would need to put in about twice as much effort as normal to get the same result.


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