About me: (Will work on story soon)
Name: Daniel Walker
Occupation: College Student/Waiter/Bartender/Odd jobs
Species: Believes he's human
Relationship: n/a (This may be a multi-ship profile unless I decide otherwise. If you have a problem with that, sorry.)
Common Places to run into Daniel: College or the campus, the bar he works at, or on rare occasions his therapists office.
Story: Daniel is adopted. His hair color and eyes are natural but his new parents were told they were an odd form of birth defect, but that he was perfectly healthy, and he was. He grew up like any normal boy, except he seemed very calm. He never cried, he never threw tantrums, he seemed to watch people all the time like he didnât understand them. They loved their perfect little boy even if his habits were a little... odd and he didnât act like other little boys. He didnât go out to splash in the mud, he didnât build forts. He read a lot once he learned to read. He seemed to learn real easily and soaked up information like a sponge. Beyond this he seemed quite normal until he was about eight years old and for the first time, he cried since he was a baby.
He had been playing outside, his mother believing he needed some fresh air. He was just playing in her garden, helping to weed and free the flowers of being stifled. It was during this that he saw some kids poking a poor bird that had gotten hurt. He practically launched himself over the fence and screaming scared the kids off. He picked up the bird into his little hands and carried it home, tears rolling down his round little cheeks. He held the bird out to his mother who saw the thing was mauled, but in front of her eyes it began to mend, âMama fix it please?â She leans down quickly thinking about how when he was hurt she would kiss it. Not that he got hurt often. She kisses the air above the bird hoping he would believe the kiss cured the bird as soon it was flapping itâs wings and ready to go. He smiles happily and runs outside to let it go.
Soon after the family moved far away and they worked hard to get Daniel to forget the accident. It wasnât hard. The boy seemed to subconsciously hide the reality from him. Every now and again little things would happen but the family would hide it and if it was too big they would move. By the time Daniel graduated from high school he hadnât accidentally used whatever it was he had and so he went on to college still not really understanding humans. Because of this he took up a job as a bartender/waiter trying to learn how to get along with people all while having buried any memories of those little miracles.