Stephen Canfield

Registry of the Evolved Database

File #26 Feb 2009 09:05

Summary

Name Stephen Canfield Aliases Status Registered Evolved (Tier 3) Ability Gravitational Manipulation Gender Male Race/Eth. African-American Birthdate July 17, 1968 Age 40 Height 5'11" Build Average Eyes Brown Hair Black Residence Transient Employment Unemployed Parents Siblings Marital Status Separated Children First Seen Monsters Last Seen Profile Stephen Canfield is a former prisoner of the Moab Federal Penitentiary, whisked away by Homeland Security after accidentally killing his neighbor with his gravitational manipulation.

portrayed by Andre Royo

Background

They said I was a monster.

And I believed that noise, right off. No trial, a nice long 'vacation' but I believed it all the same. After all a man who had once been my neighbor was gone in a flash.

They said I was a monster.

Monster's don't start like this. I grew up in Manhattan, my dad was a former Assistant DA in the 50's and 60's. Worked his butt off for me and my sisters, still that didn't change how I was then. A punk. I got in a lot of trouble at school. Delinquency.. fights, you name it then I did it. Not, all of it, but I did it. Course, it doesn't help that the school was a nice upper class predominately white private school. Sure, I did some of the things they said I did, but I got a lot of unfair punishment, which built in me a lot of rage.
I could never be like my overly successful sister, and my folks made sure to let me know that as well.

Enough fighting and disciplinary problems, got my ass sent to a private Military school upstate. Modeled after West Point. Needless to say they drilled my ass, and got me into line, and despite the colour of my skin, when you're a puke of a cadet- it's all relative.

So I learned to shoot a gun, march in formation and how the military uniform code works. All that mess, combined with a nice full Highschool education. It was as some would call it, the suck. Specially during the grinder week and war games. All the same, if I had chose to go into the military I coulda been an officer, but I had enough of that.

Once I graduated I moved out to LA where my sister was working as a administrator in the county school system. What did I do? I became a used car salesman. Was going to apply for something just to get me through college, but yeah. That dream never came to fruition.

Instead I stayed on, selling cars, but something good came out of it. I met my wife Elizabeth at a company thing. At first we had freaking trouble man. My temper was bad…still is, but it was worse then add in my sensitivity about my job, my family. I am surprised we even got along as we did. She got pregnant, and I married her. Not out of obligation, really-though part of it. I loved her, and I still do.

Relationship wasn't the only place rocky. My temper got in trouble at work. Fights with co-workers, boss you name it. There was a fight to be had it was freaking on. One day this customer comes in, and wants us to approve him for a loan, the sucker didn't have a job, and didn't have a way of paying. Needless to say heated words were exchanged, and I told him to get his broke ass home, Told him some other colourful things his white ass could do. Needless to say this got me into a fight with the boss. And fired. That of course made things tough at home. after all I had a wife and a child to take care of. While dealing with all that /shit/ my neighbor comes over to bust my balls about a broken lawnmower.

I don't know how it happened, I really don't one minute he was there, then gone. Sucked up into a vortex that I created.

I got arrested..or something.

All I know is I got lifted by Homeland security, knocked me in the side of my head, and jabbed a needle into my chin. And I was gone.

I spent six months in some hole in the wall. There was no trial, nothing. After all trials are for people. Me? I was a monster, a freak in the box. They fed me, registered me and then locked me away for sixth months while my new house was being finished up. Once it was ready though, they moved me off the reservation and took me off to Moab.

Those were the darkest days of my life, no lie. I felt as if I had died, nothing of me was left. Here I was this murderer, being treated like an animal. I guess, I accepted what they were doing. After all, I was there because I deserved it. Though I thought I was the only who who did deserve it. Everyone else? Not so much. Upon my arrival I ran into a rapper, Vincent King. Or as he was known, Shard. I don't know how it happened, but some how we became friends. He looked out for me, and well I was stuck in a perma shock. Its because of that man, that my life was saved. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't there all the time, and sometimes I had to do things on my own, but he was a good friend on the inside. Along with him I came to know a guy named Vlad. Well that's what we called him, I think his last name was Boxer. I know without either of them? I would have died in there.

While I was busy living as a zombie other stuff was going on on the outside. One day a group of evolveds attacked the prison made sure to get all out while it was going on. However, in the middle of the escape, something happened. One day, I was in Moab, the next I was gone. Out of the freaking country.

Guess where I ended up? South America. South Freaking America." Of course I have no passport and Prison tans on me. I was fucked.

Still I knew I had to get out of there. Work my way out, because despite being able to create vortex's I couldn't just send myself back. And I couldn't call anyone, being a fugative on the run now as it was.

As such I had to rely on my wits, do some jobs I wasn't proud of, and I managed to learn some Spanish. Being down there gave me some perspective. I was able to hear about the shit that was going on back home in the news. The way the country was treating evolved. Not just the guys like me who deserved what the got, but innocents. Kind of a glaring wake up call there huh? So, when I got back to the US I headed to LA only to find my sister and my wife moved. Almost got caught by the Home sec guys again- And I have been running since.

Though, shits stirred up in new York. Always has been because of the bomb-but not like this. Hate crimes, and just..Makes the world look like it is going to hell in a hand basket.

Sure. I am came to terms that I am a monster. That's something I can try to control.

Sometimes I can't. But, I am not a monster in the way everyone else is.

I can be one of the good ones.

I am one of the good ones.

So I am in Manhattan, gonna try and hook up with my friend, Vincent-Shard. Whatever you want to call him. See if I can't be what I am.

A Monster. A good monster.

Psych Profile

Stephen Canfield is a complex person to say the least. First the man has a temper and that is putting it lightly. Due to how he's viewed he has been treated by co workers, his family, and recently the US government, Canfield's short fuse has gotten just a tiny bit shorter. Not that he flies off the handle at everything, but he is a passionate man and when he feels that something has wronged him he is not afraid to get into it, and he is not one to back down.

Along with this comes a deep sense of regret over his own actions. Canfield still feels a huge part of guilt for killing his neighbor. Where as He might be sensitive and have rage in other aspects of his life, this is the one thing he cannot forget nor seem to live down. When he was in Moab this kept him locked in his own cell, one without wall and basically turned him into a shell of a man. Despite needing to rectify things with his wife, and his family-this overwhelmed him, and damn near consumed him.

As such Canfield is a man haunted by his own actions and at the current, searching for a way to make things right. To atone for vortexing his neighbor, to make things up to his own family as well as help his kind. Its a long road to redemption of Stephen Canfield, but he believes he can do it. He believes he can prove himself not to be the monster he's been told he is.

According to the psych staff at Moab, Canfield is said to display Pathological tendencies (mainly defensiveness), and show signs of major failure when he is devoid of his emotional anchors, such as his family. Namely, his wife and children. Without these he will experience a serious decline in his psychological health. As such a steady counseling program, should be able to help him if he is to get back into the real world.

Evolved Ability

Canfield's manipulation comes in the form of creating vortexes or "mini black holes" These vortexes can any and all sorts of matter into them. They can be created at will by his own conscious thought, or by his temper getting out of control.

These Vortexes at the moment are no bigger usually than a few centimeters, to a meter in diameter, and are suspended mid air. He is only capable of creating one vortex at a time, and these he can close at will. He is not affected by these vortexes unless he allows himself to be, though this is fatal. These can be used to disarm guns from people, to destroying houses, as well as people. However, strength of the vortex is still dependent on the size, and it is unknown whether he can create anything bigger than just a few meters.

Vortexes formed are usually only done so in line of sight, and even then only a few meters from his body. In some instances he can set a Vortex down and leave the area, but roughly after a minute's time it will close and dissipate.

Appendices

Friends

	Shard Man, Vincent King is a saint. I don't care what you say about how he was, is or ever will be this. This man is the closest thing to family that will talk to me, I got left. He's a brother. We met at Moab and he looked out for me. Made sure I didn't get my ass kicked, or worse-killed. I owe him my life- and I plan to make good on that little pledge plan.
	Boxer You know, I wish I remember his real name. I just know we called him Boxer- or sometimes Vlad. Another good man that I owe a lot to. Don't know where he is now- but I'll make it up to him, for looking out for me while in the Pen.

Enemies

	Red Suit Worked with those guys in Argentina. Kinda a racist asshole. Probably more asshole than racist. But yeah-don't like him. Not one bit- don't know what happened to him and I am sure that'll come back to haunt me.
	Black Suit You ever know what evil looks like? Yeah, well it is this guy right here. He tried to mark and kill an Evolved back in Argentina. Her name was Elena, I think. She did something with Water. Anyway, stay away if you run into this guy. Kinda have him rather pissed with me

Skills:

Brawling

Canfield is not an accomplished brawler, but he has had a background in which violence was a part of it. He received minimal training while at military school, plus his own brand of swinging fists and kicking that he had growing up. This intensified as he had to deal with living on the streets in South America, as sometimes survival meant trying to keep from getting your ass kicked, to getting knifed. He can fight, and fight dirty back. But he's no Jeane Claude Van Damme.

Firearms

Stephen can in fact shoot a gun. Surprise, surprise. This comes from his training at military school. Mind you this is regulated to a standard military issued side arm, and the old m1 garand rifle they did their practices with, but he knows how to shoot them and hit a target. No, this doesn't mean he is a marksman, or a Daniel boone with a rifle.

Salesman

Before his incarceration and time done at the lovely Moab facility, Stephen was an accomplished Sales man at a used car dealer ship. Not the best, but he did meet his quota and was able to move a few cars. As such he can gab with the best of them.

Mechanic

This is minor at best. He was alright with changing his oil and fixing a lawn mower. However he wasn't the best and the last time he tried fixing a lawn mower? Yeah, lets not talk about that.

Partial Spanish

Due to his time spent in South America, Canfield can speak a limited amount of spanish. Needless to say he can understand enough to know what is being said to him, as well as enough to respond back. But, he is by no means fluent.

Soundtrack:

• Empire State Of Mind by Jay Z
• Supermassive Black Hole by Muse
• Black Hole Sun by Chris Cornell
• I Can Feel It In The Air Tonight by Phil Collins
• Hurt by NiN

Timeline:

February 2009
Date	Scene	Characters
02/26	Monsters	Boxer, Canfield, Helena, Knox, Shard
April 2009
Date	Scene	Characters
04/07	When Lightning Strikes, Part I	Boxer, Canfield, Cat, Diego, Django, Eileen, Helena, Hiro, Jessica, Lucrezia, Shard, Teo, Trask
04/23	Monsters Playing Heroes	Canfield, Hector, and Iago