PIP/Overmind/1995
I could have guessed that you would want to start with how I realized I had my powers. As you probably already know, I was born and raised in a small town in Wales called Ceg Uffern. Ceg Uffern in Welsh means mouth of hell. It was named that for the fact that it had a small mineral springs slightly below the ground and the steam rose from the fissure making the frightened peasants of Olde believe it was a gateway to hell. It actually isn't even that large of a fissure or spring; but you know how idiots are.
My father was a bastard of a man named Angus Darren McAlister. Hailing originally from Glasgow Scotland, he moved to Wales before I was born. My mother was a street whore before my mom father married her after a night of particularly nasty drinking. But Angus McAlister was a man of principles . . . sorry I'm having difficulty trying not to laugh. Give me just a moment, I'll compose myself. Anyway, the Church of England had Angus believing that since he had married this woman, and slept with her, he now had to spend the rest of his life with her. For my mother, Helen, this was an upgrade in her lifestyle; so was there was no way she was squandering it. For my father, there was no way he wasn't getting laid regularly now that he was married. So it was that my sister Amy was born nine months later . . . or so insists my mother. Two years thereafter, I was born.
And that, my good lady, is how I got my powers. That doesn't mean that I was able to use them right away, mind you. That would take twelve years of hell to accomplish. My heterochromia got me no end of trouble growing up. It's not like children to pass up on an opportunity to tease someone is obvious as having eyes of different colors. The children in my school weren't the big problem however. That would be my bastard of a father. There wasn't a single night that I can recall before I got my powers that he didn't go to the pub after work, and come home absolutely pissed. When my dear father was pissed on cheap lager he had a tendency to become even more of a bastard than he normally was. It was about this time, that anyone in the family and their right mind would hide and wait things out. I was in my right mind, but somebody had to take the beatings for the rest. I didn't do it for my mother, or Amy. I did it for my little sister Penelope. Penelope was too good for this world. Even though father scared her, she tried to make him feel better. It still raises my hackles today. While he was beating her, she was trying to make him feel better. So I took the hits for her.
One of the abilities that I have is that since my powers manifested I remember everything perfectly. This is a form of perfect recall that does not exist outside of myself from what I've been able to determine. Most people's memories aren't complete. To save storage space, the human mind just records parts of a memory. The memory is reconstructed each time it is recalled. That isn't how my memory works. Each and every detail of everything that has ever happened to me since I gained my powers is recorded perfectly in great detail in my brain. It is for this reason that I can say with absolute certainty that my powers fully manifest themselves on Saturday, 22 July 1995 at 10:47 PM Greenwich Mean Time.
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