Terry Collins was born on March 2nd, 1981 in Lenox Hill Hospital, in the area that was once Midtown. His mother was a waitress who worked at a local Pub 99 when he was born, and worked her way around Midtown over the course of Terry's childhood. Terry's father was a mechanic, working in a friend's garage for most of his life. This small family was never wealthy, but they were happy, and living comfortably. That was no small task in New York.
Terry went to public schools his whole life. He was never a star, but he worked hard, and his teachers always liked him. As he worked his way through junior high and high school he messed around with girls, drugs, and had one or two run ins with the police. He was normal, if slightly more rebellious than most, and looked for a long while like he was going to follow in his father's footsteps, and work on cars. One day, however, Terry found out that he was anything but normal, and it changed his life forever.
Terry was always a proud individual, but that was never more apparent than when he was in high school. He was good at sports, a quick thinker, even if he was never the smartest individual, and was a relatively likable person. This landed him solidly in the "popular" crowd at school, and helped him into a few fun, and a few disastrous relationships in school. Some of the girls he dated caught other eyes, however, and landed Terry in a few fights, as his pride made him a fairly jealous boy. During one of these encounters, his ability manifested. One of his classmates reached back to punch Terry, and instead found himself punching a solid wall of air. Terry was unharmed, and the other boy had 2 broken knuckles.
With his new ability, and a few months of practice learning to control it, Terry found himself questioning his choice of a life. Fixing cars was so…boring, especially for someone with his talents. So, when he graduated high school, instead of taking a job at his father's shop, he entered the Police force. He studied hard, excelled at the physical aspects of the job, and in no time flat, he'd earned his badge.
Terry's work ethic continued to be strong working for the NYPD, and he'd drawn the notice of his superiors. In fact, on November 8th, 2006, before he went out on his day's patrol of lower Manhatten, his superiors approached him and offered to promote him to Detective. He asked for a day to think about his decision, and thereby saved his life. Later that day, an explosion occurred in Midtown, destroying a good chunk of New York City, and everything that Terry considered his life.
Terry's just coming back to New York now, after an extended vacation. So far, he's slipped quietly back into town and gotten a place to live. It looks like he might go back to working for the Police again, but only time can tell.
