Individual Character's full name: Devon Dániel Hadden
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Dev, Hadden, Tempest, Ralph Lauren, Owner of
Hadden's Havens, Founder of
HavenGender: Male
Age: 27
Date of Birth: 7/23/1995
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Boston, MA, USA
Nationality: American.
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Devon is of mixed racial parentage, specifically English, Irish, and Eastern European (Greek/Hungarian). He had a predominantly Catholic upbringing/influence with a strong interest in Celtic and Greek history and practices.
AppearanceHair color and style: Black, wavy. Varied styles, while typically short in the past Devon now tends to longer locks of wavy dark.
Skin Tone: Fair, Caucasian.
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6'1"
Build: Lean athletic, swimmer's.
Visible mutation: None though his eyes become black as pitch when his power is in use.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: While once free of scars, a telling mark on the back of his right hand betrays a blade found the tendons there in recent years.
Other features: Devon's been called pretty or teased for being model like by more than one person. The "Ralph Lauren" nick name started in this way.
Everyday clothing style: Casual to business casual when possible, dressing up is ever common unless running under the radar in more casual athletic wear.
Uniform: Lightweight, level II PPE fabrics were fashioned into the inner layers of black cloth and nylon pants, shirt, and jacket. There's also a compartment for a hood and face mask should it be required, much like an athletic set.
Sleepwear: If attired at all, it's some sort of underwear or athletic pant.
Miscellaneous clothing: Dark clothing, hoodies, or "sky clad" as it were.
CharacterPersonality:Often plagued by mood swings, Devon exists within his disorder more than living by it, struggling with medication and psychological treatment. He is quiet, moody and arrogant, and when at times friendly his demeanor seems condescending and fake on a one-on-one level. Unfortunately he did not escape the bitterness of his circumstances, and coupled with the events of his past, his depressive moods can be dangerous.
Devon seems to enjoy little, yet he can still be found trying to make a difference here and there. Drifting on wind currents, he is still clearly dedicated and driven in all he does, when he chooses to do something anyway. He has confidence, clearly, but even he doesn't espouse his abilities and will belittle himself. These traits deter many from the young man, even in passing or those he's falling into working with even if for a short while. It's difficult to know whether Devon would prefer to avoid people altogether or secretly enjoys meeting them.While mood swings are still possible, Devon has shown progress through schooling and his involvement in social and professional capacity. He has gone from reserved to a more extroverted person, often displaying a suspicious amount of warmth and overt friendliness. His activity level at NYU and in areas like Sanctuary have given him a broader tenderness to his demeanor and approach to people. Still, his depressive moods can be dangerous.
A great deal of his energy seems to be spent in making a difference for others, particularly mutants. He seems to take great enjoyment in aiding them with their needs whether psychological or in learning of their abilities. His dedication is quite clear and has now been recognized. While he seems confident in this role, there is still a question of his own self-confidence in relation to other matters outside of these roles. It's clear he enjoys meeting others, but still needs to sequester himself away from time to time if to recharge his energies.
Mutants can usually recognize that Devon treats them with more respect and aid if he knows of their abilities. He isn't a loather of humanity by any means, but he favors those he seemingly shares a kinship with. Devon's beliefs are vague, even if he does bear a cross upon his chest but he seems well intentioned in his efforts. He isn't without anger or malice, however. When he is at his most quiet, those with experience know to avoid Tempest.
It is the calm before the storm.
Hobbies/ Interests:Devon greatly values his other talents. He once benefited from expensive schooling, enjoying science (specifically Earth Science and Meteorology now) but also psychology. How better to know thy self? He has studied on his disorder and others.
He favors the written word though he reads more than he writers. Devon wouldn't consider himself a writer either. He likes to read of Gaelic / Celtic and Greek mythology due to his ancestry, learning of the history and culture of his parents. His favorite author is Shakespeare, owed in part for the codename Devon has given himself.
Due to his earlier breeding and social activity, Devon's talented in etiquette, dancing, popular culture, and some business. He once took martial arts in the form of Bartitsu and Jujutsu, being particularly proud of the Bartitsu as a gentleman's art though it's gained some attention due to films like the new Sherlock Holmes movies or Kingsman.
Of course, it's been some time since he's enjoyed leisurely reading, writing, or been to a martial arts class.
Job or part time job and description: Part time Manager of
Sanctuary (small stipend), Psychologist assignments through the State, Owner of
Hadden's Havens, Founder of
HavenFears/ phobias/ concerns: Bipolar Disorder. Devon, like over 3 million US citizens a year, has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. While he does have a few prescriptions to help him manage the disruptive moods swings, they are not infallible. In fact Devon is wary about taking them as he doesn't want to seem drugged up or feel like he isn't himself. He does sometimes see a psychiatrist, especially when he's needing to get a prescription again.
Special talents: See hobbies / interests. Otherwise, a fairly well-read, intelligent, and charming individual when he wants to be.
MoralityGood/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral Good to Neutral. Somewhere between antihero and "hero of realistic perspective" at least where the ends might justify the means.
MutationsMutation description: Weather Manipulation/Atmokinesis : Tempest can create and manipulate the weather. He may one day be immune to its effects, specifically lightning and wind, but not yet. He does not feel common temperature lows or highs, being slightly cold at 0 degrees Fahrenheit or warm at 110, and is resistant to atmospheric pressure, prevailing wind conditions when he so chooses, etc.. He can use these abilities to call bolts of lightning, batter foes with wind or ice, summon fog, etc. While in an open air environment he is re-energized and reinvigorated though not healed. Tempest can also gather energy for an extended effect though it tires him greatly. However, he has inadvertently hurt himself before when overstrained to nearly impossible limits, leaving him without their use for days or weeks at a time. Through such efforts or under extreme duress, his abilities could cause amazing destruction, even threatening the local area's atmospheric stability if pushed too far, too hard. Unfortunately, his power is tied to his emotions, often influencing the weather subconsciously in some minor way (e.g. light rain or fog).
Weather Eye : Tempest has heightened senses he refers to as his 'weather eye.' This ability allows him to view all weather related forces (atmospheric pressure changes, lightning and static building) in the area.
Strengths:Tempest's primary strength is the versatility of his ability, coupled with the resistance it gives him. Gusts of wind, lightning bolts, ice spray in varied succession are useful tools. More extreme conditions require more concentration and have to be maintained more often (once an hour). Phenomena like a snow storm or rain, prevailing good weather in a mile's areas are possible with mild concentration to maintain. It might be possible to achieve more with extreme concentration, extreme circumstances, but are not normally available to his control presently.
Devon longs to fly and is working to attain this level of wind mastery. For now he can cause powerful gusts enough to fling himself or a few individuals at his range (see below) but with medium accuracy and at risk of miscalculating the distance. A more useful talent and with varying risk is his ability to call buffeting winds to catch those in a fall (including himself) to prevent injury when landing. Five stories would be no effort to catch with such winds but falling from a skyscraper would require a great deal of energy, concentration, and precise timing with injury possible to those without resistance to the wind strength. i.e. If Tempest can call the wind soon enough because they are planning to jump and make it a pleasant drop, they might be fine. A sudden drop in a dire time might result in bruised flesh or even a broke bone but hey it's better than splattering the pavement.
Due to the emotional influence of his powers, anger or fear might empower an attack he might make in a dangerous situation. This could result in an empowered blast of lightning, pushing himself faster in flight, or summoning a gale force wind at the right moment.
Weaknesses and Limitations:EMOTIONAL INFLUENCE
Devon's powers are fuelled and affected by his emotions. Part of the reason they are as strong as they are is based on his extremely emotional temperament as mentioned above in Strengths. Unfortunately, the downside is that when he is emotionally compromised his powers can rage out of control due to his disorder or possibly fail him. Considering his emotions are affected by the weather and vice versa, he needs to be careful about his own state of mind and how he influences the weather around him. Emotionally strained uses of his powers could cause headaches or even knock him unconscious. Powers may even hit him that are beyond his ability to resist resulting in actual damage to his person.
TIMING
Tempest typically needs a few seconds to change the weather in the area, throw a gust of wind or lightning bolt (if already stormy). Changing the weather in an area typically takes a couple minutes to reach the desired effect. Prevailing weather conditions would influence this. Thus as an example he might need a couple seconds to gather a small storm, which needs 2 minutes to reach that effect, but then he can take a couple seconds to throw a lightning bolt. If it were a sunny day but humid he might be able to charge a lightning bolt within 30 seconds to a minute, ample time for someone to possible attack him in the meantime. The better the weather for the effect he wants, the stronger it would be. Gusting winds are easier in general but if there were already a storm, stronger gusts are possible (and likely already happening).
Ending an effect takes a momentary thought but it might not immediately end depending on what the effect was. The lightning, gust, hail, ice would stop immediately but the presence of such having happened maybe still be noticeable in the air. Ice crystals, the smell of ozone, echo of thunder, etc. The prevailing weather conditions returning might still take a couple minutes to resolve itself back to normal, depending on the variation Tempest caused.
He can maintain his abilities with varied timing dependent on prevailing weather conditions. Wind on a still day is still fairly easy, not causing fatigue until 10 minutes or so. If it were a gusty day or he had changed the weather as such, he could keep mild concentration to ensure this pattern over many hours but be fatigued afterward. An example would be calling the wind to help a sail boat for 8 hours. He'd be "working" on it the entire time and be tired like a day's worth of work like most sailors. Summoning ice or lightning is different, fatiguing him after a minute of continued use and exhausting him after 5. Such prolonged use would require a few minutes rest and depending on emotional state might cause a headache, migraine, or even to pass out.
RANGE
General weather influence is limited to a mile area. Specific manipulations of lightning or wind gusts are limited to about 400 yards. Some abilities like calling lightning are easier inside than outside while gusts of wind would not be affected. Rain or ice in a dry environment is understandably harder. He would be out of breath and fatigued, possibly with skin irritation, etc. depending on elevation.
FOCUS VULNERABILITY
Any who specifically focus in an area he has influence over such as ice or electricity manipulators will be able to overcome his resistance with stronger users causing more damage/impact.
EXTREME CONDITIONS
Perhaps the worst circumstance would be an emotionally charged influence of the weather that was out of the ordinary for the region and time of the year. This would produce some sort of dangerous empathic feedback loop between him and his powers. An example would be some sort or turmoil resulting in a blizzard in late sprint/early summer. It would exemplify how completely out of balance the weather and Devon are. This is likely reserved for rare story use.
Growth description: 6/20/2017Flight : Devon has learned to harness the weather to fly as he has long dreamed of doing so. While frequent attempts to do this and practice at manipulating winds to catch, fling, or guide movement have aided this ability's development, it has also been in learning to let go of conscious focus and allow subconscious 'wind riding' to take hold. This allows him to fly at varied speeds much like walking vs. running. He is protected from localized pressure, wind, temperature, etc. to some degree and can travel up to higher altitudes.
STRENGTHS
MANEUVERABILITY : Devon is extremely maneuverable, a benefit of his long practice and ability to manipulate various wind gusts and speed. He can change direction quickly, rocket into the air, drop and flyby, or simply hover. Of course, rocketing in the air could have side effects (see weaknesses) and long term hovering could result in the same strain to his weather manipulation over the course of minutes.
SPEED : Devon can fly along the prevailing winds with minimal effort. By manipulating them consciously he can increase his speed to up to 200 mph though not for long travel and at risk to the area; see weaknesses below. Typical speeds range 60 to 100 mph, though above 100 mph can risk danger to the prevailing area if he is at ground level. Long travel typically requires flying to higher altitudes where wind averages a steady 60 mph. Speeds above 200 mph are only possible by prevailing conditions (jumping into a tornado for example), thus he can not purposely increase beyond this speed.
PROTECTION : His abilities generate a localized protective atmosphere around him to about 5' but has limits as per RANGE in weaknesses below. Small gusts encircle him to aid his movements and prevent extreme wind against him. Breathable air is filtered/maintained, but not generated limiting him to the stratosphere (see weaknesses below). This would protect someone flying with him from suffering atmospheric pressure problems, temperature changes, etc but to a varying degree. For example a need to greatly increase the localized temperature to combat the opposite would exhaust his abilities as normal. Trying to carry a group would require others to have protection or Tempest would need to keep the speed low, perhaps useful for a quick flight from ground level to a building top, etc.
WEAKNESSES
TIMING : Devon can 'ride the wind' subconsciously until normally fatigued, much like regular travel on plane or car. This is expected for long travel, typically requiring flying at higher altitudes (around 7 miles high) where the wind averages 60 mph. Flying at speeds up to 100 mph can be done dependent on prevailing weather conditions, often up to 10 minutes as his existing weather manipulation abilities. Lower speeds are far easier, especially if the prevailing speed would match his intended speed. Bursts of 200 mph can last only a couple minutes, especially at low altitudes.
RANGE : Devon can fly anywhere, but his altitude is limited within the stratosphere and further limited to below 10 miles high. Much like a commercial plane he would benefit from travel at the tropopause (where the troposphere meets the stratosphere) about 7 miles high for reduced friction, prevailing wind (60 or so mph). Attempting to fly above 10 miles greatly increases the chance of exhaustion and failure as there is increasingly less atmosphere, oxygen, and manipulable winds and is meant for extreme conditions, story elements, etc. and not typical game use.
WIND IMPACT : The impact of the wind can still damage surrounding areas if Devon is not carefully controlling them. The example of rocketing into the air mentioned above at 200 mph would be a dangerous gust that could damage building, trees, etc. Flying at 100 mph above homes would rip off roof tiles, etc. Trying to maintain speeds over 80 mph at low altitudes can risk damage/impact to people from objects blown, people are hitting by gusts, etc.
Physical AbilitiesGeneral Physical Capabilities: Devon is a healthy, active young man but not particularly athletic in the idea of cardio or weight lifting. His fighting practices have helped him maintain a lean and flexible, if moderately strong, physique. His abilities give him greater stamina and resistance to temperature, pressure, and other environmental effects that might tire others.
Fighting Style:Devon has nearly black belt level (young adult) experience in Jujutsu and a brown belt in the rare Bartitsu.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons:Devon's fighting style helps with armed and armored individuals, especially in close combat. The styles help with unbalancing individuals or relieving them of their weapons more than causing direct damage.
Bartitsu relies on a cane or polearm. Devon carries neither but sometimes he might an umbrealla, which could be useful. He does not regularly practice Jujutsu, though tries to in those moments when he's feeling the needs to hit the gym like many 20-somethings. He has been out of class for a few years so he's by no means a master or even an expert. He's practised enough that it helps in the rare scrape on the streets or a bar certainly.
Tempest would like to learn in the future how to use atmospheric force or wind to strengthen his close combat skills or directly attack individuals in precise strikes.
History Of Your CharacterDavid Hadden was a cultural anthropologist with Boston University when he traveled to Budapest to document an unearthed cairn there. Believed to contain burial artifacts of Ancient Greece origin, David was eager to study the history within. What he found was a vision to behold: Maeja, a lovely young woman studying literature. After his work was done, Maeja agreed to marry David and travel back to his home in Boston for the two had fallen deeply in love during their time together, which she did out of love for him.
The Haddens were not rich, but still wealthy. Devon was born into the comfort and security of an upper middle class family. Always active, children at school were drawn to him, eager to be involved in whatever Devon was doing. Yet, the youth was often chided for allowing the other children to get caught up in his activities, especially when they had their own work to do. Devon enjoyed these times, when life was easy and friends plentiful.
A very religious man, David Hadden looked down upon the very topic that had brought him to Maeja: cultures with pagan and mystical beliefs. Devon once shared these attitudes as most children worship their parents. This did not last. As his first decade upon earth came to an end, the little games of making the wind blow became too real. When he cried it rained, he never was hot any more…either a breeze would kick up or he managed to suffer the balmy New England weather. Despite a developing self-loathing, Devon desired to learn more of his talents. To gain a better understanding of them he began investigating earth science and meteorology.
He started calling the wind and he enjoyed every moment of it. For a short while in junior high he turned a quick profit guessing at the weather but he stopped when he found himself always right. Devon's interest in Catholicism waned as he questioned what he was capable of, not yet knowing what a mutant was. He asked his mother about God and she taught him about the ancient greeks, which felt more possible to him after his experiences. She valued her husband's morals but nurtured her son's interest.
Devon did not reveal his powers to his mother but from her stories he grew fascinated with his Greek ancestry and religion. He learned of the various gods, their portfolios, talents and varied magic-like powers. Devon long believed his mother maybe had magic like him. He came to refer to his power as the Tempest, later adopting the name for his personal use. The Tempest embodied a powerful storm, but also the magic and mysterious ways as in the Shakespearean play of the same name. In the play, the African witch Sycorax had trapped Ariel, a spirit of air, in a tree. The symbolism was not lost to Devon. He yearned for more information and the small tricks he could conjure. The ability was feeding his arrogance, even causing him to treat his parents differently.
But it wasn't only this budding need to understand that fueled the Tempest. As puberty progressed, so too did dour moods as failed tests came back to his father. Late nights of manic activity on the weekends gave way to drinking with an increasingly unfavorable crowd. Not even his mother could comfort him then. It was enough, that and his worsening grades despite being a son to two academics, to get Devon sent to a psychologist.
Diagnosed with bipolar disorder and urged to new medications, Devon rebelled further. He made the mistake of telling people he thought were his friends, who only turned on him to call him crazy and mock him. High school became torturous and boring. Class work became difficult and seeming useless to a boy eager to know why the wind heard his call. Some days he never left his bed.
It was raining the morning of the tornado. He went to school despite barely sleeping. His medication, left untaken for the week, sat on his bedside table. He didn't like how it made him feel so different. Jared and his two buddies chided the idiot who was too crazy to remember they had a test in math that day. When he left the class room, sure he'd failed, he got the news.
There was lightning and the rain pelted outside as the clouds had broken up during the test. The plane his parents were on, bound for England, had crashed. A sudden torando had hit the area, not monstrously strong but certainly rare for the area. Devon knew he has responsible. Maybe he was for another appeared as guilt and sorrow stabbed at his heart. The toranado roared, throwing cars and ripping up the mortar of the Boston school. Alarms rang in an area that had never seen a tornado for many years. Two students, one a kind girl and another a boy he didn't even know, fell as they were hit from debris flung through glass windows. Devon may not have heard anything more of it had a few students not noticed the wind barely touched him as he ran down the hall in a frantic roar.
The police came to speak to his grandparents who were watching him and he listened from upstairs. It wasn't just the accident they wanted to talk about. He learned of mutants and learned it wasn't magic, wasn't his ancestors. It was a variation in his DNA that gave him power over the weather. His grandparents cried. Devon ran.
He's been running for years. While he still finds money has gotten into his bank account - enough to get by anyway - he's avoided contact with his grandparents. That cash goes to the necessities like clothing, food and the medication when he can. He's trying to learn, trying to help and all the while trying to keep his head down.
It doesn't usually take long before he takes flight again...
RoleplayWhere did you learn about this site?: My friend Matty who I believe found it via google search. He noted he was considering trying the game as well.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: No
Sample RP:Few ever recognize the condensation building on the windows as the humidity rises to an oppressive level. Immediately they grow irritated and warm. Before they know it they are having trouble breathing. That’s when the air starts crashing in on them, the pressure just pushing on their eyes and their lungs. The windows smash and furious winds thrash about the room, knocking all about in a chaotic whirlwind. Lightning flashes and strikes in jagged, unrestricted ways; the raw power is left unrestrained by this one. Thunder booms and screams louder than those torn by nature’s raw fury.
That’s when he floats in you see, head cocked to one side like he’s almost as confused with what is happening as you are. The wind is whipping his hair about his face and lightning is dancing up and down his body but he doesn’t care. He’s enjoying all of it with that big old smile on his face. But his eyes – pits of darkness they are! It’s like Mother Nature spit out all her anger at the world in this one son.Devon put down his pencil and notebook, stepping up from his chair to gaze out of the window. It was a dreary night in Boston and that didn’t bother him in the slightest. Now if someone desired a clear sky, it was his to ask for but Devon never really cared. An errant breeze knocked everything off the end table but he caught the notebook.
At his computer he quickly typed up the short paragraphs in his journal. It helped him reflect back on what he was feeling. It did that, and entertained him with reflections of what he thought others saw in him. Writing in the second-person narration was odd but oddities and differences made the world grand and mutants special.
He absent-mindedly toyed with a lock of his hair, circulating breezes around his head. It was soothing but it didn’t put him at ease this night. Still, that didn’t stop him from trying. He continued to type, letting the words just flow onto the screen through his fingertips. It was going to rain soon.
You might be able to imagine the heartache of the death of a parent, maybe even two. Yet, I ponder if it was in my power to save them. Did my lack of control cost their lives? I certainly made the tornado at school but what of that storm? I could not allow any other to suffer such fear, confusion. I want to spare them that sorrow. Leaders are needed in this age. I felt only anger for my own demons and I cannot allow my power to flare through me. I'm searching and I've no power to see in the darkness.
I don't know what I'm doing. I'm surviving, not living. We all have shadows but I can see mine even in the darkness of midnight. I could continue on like this forever. This just isn’t helping. I have hit another wall and will return.
Devon sighed and pushed himself away from his desk. This apartment was clean, empty but it made him feel trapped sometimes. He could write himself sick with all the moody melodrama he dwelled upon in his life. Afterwards, it always left him feeling ridiculous for doing so. There was no right way, only numerous wrong ways of varied difficulty.
Thunder boomed and Devon wasn’t sure if it was his fault or nature’s. Again to the window, his bright azure eyes scanned the skyline and found not a trace of lightning. A storm was on its way but nothing had developed yet. He could see static energy building at a few points but nothing substantial. It was his thunder, echoing his fervor.
He went for the perfect relief – mind-numbing television. The news angered him, sitcoms annoyed him and reality television threatened to consume the world in another ice age that not even Jake Gyllenhaal would survive. The discovery channel always had something to teach the bored or boring. He fell asleep.
The sky was falling.
“Dad! Mom! Where are you?!” Devon screamed over the howling winds and blaring alarms. The plane was dropping and they had to escape. He bounded from the rear cargo chamber to find his parents standing against an emergency door.
His mother’s white hair was a tangled mess as she cried upon her husband’s shoulder. “Why is this happening?” Her voice was marked with confusion and sorrow.
“I don’t know my beauty,” David whispered to Maeja. He stroked her face and nuzzled the top of her head. “We are such good people. We must have faith-“
Devon stepped forward around the seats, “We have to get to the pilot. Shouldn’t we try and take control of the plane?” He was shouting and his mother looked up in fear. Swallowing hard he reached out for her.
“It’s your fault, isn’t it?” the kind woman spat. Maybe a life in the western world had taken her heart too. “I remember you asking me about the old ways. You even stopped going to church. God is punishing us!”
David clenched his wife to him, “That’s true, isn’t it? I’ve seen you playing outside, whispering into the wind like it could answer you.” Rage welled in the man’s green eyes.
“I- I- That has nothing to do with it. It’s just a storm! God isn’t going to save us. We need to get to the cockpit, Dad!” Fear gripped Devon and outside the rain grew harder. The plane was dropping faster. He could see his parents were having trouble breathing but he felt fine.
“Get away from us. You’ve killed us with your magic! Look at the storm you’ve brought down upon us!” David screamed into unconsciousness, falling to the floor. Maeja looked to her son with dried eyes before slipping away and falling.
Devon’s lower lip quivered. A flash of light and the entire plane shook from the resultant quaking of thunder. One side of the plane tipped, smoke started filling the cabin. Lightning had hit a wing.
“I didn’t do this!” Tempest shouted as he shook his parents. They did not stir, responding only haggard breaths and twitching eyelids. He ran for the cockpit door, bashing on it with all his might.
“Get your ass in a seat kid! Where are your folks? Prepare for it!” the captain’s voice echoed over the speaker system.
“I can’t! They fell to the floor!” Devon pounded on the door again but the smoke was starting to choke him. He dropped to the floor and crawled over to his parents. “Get up mom! Wake up!”
She coughed once and then was silent. The room grew gray. “Devon?” David whispered.
“Yes? Dad?” He pulled himself closer to his father. “We need to get in our seats.”
“It’s too late. You can save us though. Save us Devon.”
“I don’t know-“
“Yes you do. You can do it.”
“I can’t, I’m just-“
“Your sacrifice can save us, Devon!” David shouted, grasping the boy’s shirt with all energy he had.
Devon yanked himself away from his father and jumped to his feet. “I- I want the storm to stop.”
The plane shook and it felt like something suddenly flew off into the storm. The plane started spinning. Devon fell about the cabin, screaming. “Stop! Stop it!”
Tempest flew up and hovered as the plane spun. The smoke cleared around him. He watched his parents knock about the seats, a few loud popping sounds indicating breaking bones. Lightning erupted from multiple points in the sky around the plane. Like a rocket shot forth from the earth, he propelled himself at the cockpit door, knocking it away. The pilot lay across his chair, probably crushed beneath his buckles and belts. More lightning channeled its way through to him and out his outstretched hands, consuming all in a fury of raw energy.
Devon sat up abruptly. His right hand still clutched the remains of a melted remote. “Just nightmares,” he whispered, going for the kitchen. He grabbed a pill and followed with a mouthful of water.
Outside the storm was starting. Lightning flashed and the thunder… the thunder shook him.
The rain had begun.
Tears rolled down his face.
Hadden’s Havens
With some of his family’s inheritance (grown though investment) and the interest of other parties, Devon Hadden has opened a business focused in the treatment of various physical and psychological needs including rehabilitation. Each location also happens to be a spa and relaxation facility to help ensure the success of the patient. Education, single and group therapy sessions, massage, and more are offered. Each also has a smaller CLASS training facility created by Amanda Overhiser, a.k.a. Architect to help mutants learn to use their powers.
Plum Island off the northeast of Long Island is the first local facility to open after the land was purchased from the government and its previous facilities refurbished and updated. The highly anticipated second location is Perot Island of Bermuda, opening now for a luxurious tropical destination for all your treatment needs.
Devon is interested in the treatment of his patients as well as providing a necessary place for those needing time away to find it. However, he leverages the interest and funds of athletes and celebrities to also support mutants requiring assistance including training. All are extended membership in the partnered Haven organization after completing their programs at Hadden’s Havens, but only mutants may learn of their true goals.
History Updates
Summer 2016Started volunteering at Sanctuary, becoming supervisory
Tragedy bombing at Odessa, prompting Devon and Sanctuary to get more involved in community
Met Juliette, Ghost, Cafas, Linley, and more
Autumn 2016Manager of Sanctuary
Sanctuary Block Party
Met Cold Steel, Aura and more
Sanctuary, its volunteers, and Devon thanked for turn around of Sanctuary, neighborhood
Devon meets various city and State politicians including Mayor, Senators, etc.
Winter 2016Psychologist jobs through the state as part of career placement NYU and Devon's growing relationship with city/state
March 2017 - Hadden's Havens opens on Plum Island and Perot Island, Bermuda; Haven opens in NYC
January 2023Sometimes you operate from the open, empowering those around you while building up an empire devoted to others. At other times you must operate from the shadows, or at least from within dark clouds. As any meteorologist can tell you every cloud has a silver lining, any sunny day can get stormy and of late the environment and the very Earth has only suffered from the impact of humanity. Well doesn't that sound familiar. Who hasn't suffered under the incredible weight of humanity? Thankfully there are those operating in public - and in private - to help you find relief, even when you have nowhere else to go. There's a safe Haven for you.
Devon struggled to increasingly aid larger danger and catastrophes: wildfires, mudslides, torrential rains and floods... Even Tempest began to feel the churning chaos of the world. How much could he ask of Svetlana to aid him? A temptation of something more than friendly, yet the risk of what her power represented for him only added to a frustration he battled within. When operations of Haven needed to fall to the public faces and the young volunteer could retreat, he did so, telling himself it was to put his powers to the right uses. But how right can operating in private truly be? And just how much does right and wrong matter when lives are at stake?
Publicly Devon has been traveling helping to open additional Haven locations internationally, though none as large as New York City's. He also opened a self-help treatment and rehabilitation spa in Bermuda, primarily serving the well-to-do and connected but occasionally others as well in connection with Haven.
Tempest returns under the cool winds of winter with more than one story to tell.