#bio:cc

Name: Calvin Corelli. Superpower:`Precognition. Age: 21. Gender/pronouns: He/him. Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual/heteromantic Face Claim: Logan Shroyer. (+Sharp, consistent, calm & -anxious, cynical, private)

Bio: (tw: parental death, suicide)

Away fighting in Kosovo, Lieutenant Colonel Charles Corelli missed the birth of his eldest son back home in New York City – holding him for the first time when he was five weeks old. He went on to miss his first word, his first steps, and his first day of kindgarten – too busy raising an army of soldiers to put in the work with his own family. More crucially than any of those milestones, Charles Corelli was out of the country at the moment of his wife’s death, fourteen years after that first missed moment. It was a moment that Calvin Corelli could never have forgotten – by then, he’d been predicting it for the last six years. As a young child, Calvin had been excited to discover what his power would be, hopeful to follow in his mother Ophelia’s telepathic footsteps and find himself marked as special and super. He was eight when he finally got his wish.

For all his anticipation, Calvin quickly became afraid of the future. A hug from his mother one morning brought him a vision of her death, a future that he may or may not be able to change. At first, the visions started off small and ordinary. A fall at home. An incident crossing the road. Normal, mundane deaths. Calvin kept his mother away from them, saved her life every chance he could. But the more his mother avoided her fate, the harder fate fought them. One car turned into a pile-up, and then a bridge collapse, and then a bombing. Each time, Calvin saved his mother – but fate chased them. He blamed himself for each incident, watching the news report scores of dead, knowing each time that fate had sent each disaster just to take his mother from him. But Calvin couldn’t let it. As he grew older, he realised he could change things – visions would disappear, or turn to static. Some just wouldn’t come true. There were timelines that could shift, and moments that were fixed. If they could keep running, they could avoid his mother’s death. He could see the future. He could stay one step ahead.

Calvin was at school one day when he was filled with a growing sense of dead. Searching, as he often did, for the next vision involving his mother – he found his mind blank. Anxious and panicked, Calvin rushed home, finding EMTs at his house, police marking off the scene. For six years, they’d run together from fate. But finally, crucially, his mother had run towards it – taking her own life. The voices in her head had got too much, her note explained. Charles, home for five days of leave for the funeral, burnt it before Calvin had a chance to memorise the last words from his mother. His father quickly returned to fighting overseas, and Calvin and his brother moved in with their aunt in Brooklyn. All it took was one jackpot rollover to make them rich – Calvin split $40 million with his aunt and brother, but no amount of money could ease how stuck he felt, trying to forget his past and trying to ignore his future.

If Calvin was afraid of the future before then, he grew increasingly fearful after. He loathed long-term visions, avoided people and touch in the hopes of avoiding seeing their futures. He focused only on the short-term, on minutes, or hours, and avoided dealing with years. The distant future clouded a little, but his sense grew clearer, and he grew more confident. At school, he focused on sport to keep him busy, playing soccer and taking part in athletics. It was while playing tennis at a local club that Calvin realised he could use his powers to predict opponent’s moves, giving him a clear advantage. It was this aspect of his powers he focused on to get onto the Hero Track at Save U – using his short-term precognition for combat and agility. Things got easier once he was at college – moving to LA finally allowed him to breathe, reinventing himself as a hero, not a prophet, and Calvin finally began to put the past behind him. He was no longer marked in the same way.