Nov. 20th, 2009 at 10:50 PM
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yo, my name is peter petrelli and i'm a hospice nurse. i was born on december 23, 1979 so that make me twenty six. i'm five foot eight inches tall, with dark brown hair, and brown eyes. i'd have to say my best feature would be my smile, because that's what my mother told me. i don't really like my hands, but it doesn't matter. some people say i look like milo ventimiglia, but i can't really see it. basically, i'm a cool person and you should get to know me because i have the ability of power mimicry.
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"How do you fit your life into an hour? You can't. There's too much to tell. At least, there is for me. I used to be able to fit my whole life on a page. Everything was simple. I had a good family, or what was left of it, and I had some nice friends. Even a girl. But I didn't like how things were simple, how they were ordinary. I wished for something to change, something extraordinary to happen, something so big that it would change my life forever. Well, that something happened and my life sure hasn't been the same since. I wouldn't even know where to start. And I can't be sure how much I can tell you. After all, you might not even be who you say you are. It's nothing personal. You just can't trust anyone these days. People like me have to be extra careful. You know, people with ... well. People with certain 'abilities'. Talents, you can call them. We're not like other people. Not really. What we can do, what we've done and what we will do, you couldn't possibly imagine.
But back to me. How did I end up here? That's a bit of a story. I'm not sure if I can tell all of it. It started with a painting, strangely enough. I went to Texas to save this cheerleader, who turned out to be my niece. Small world, right? From there, things got hectic. And bad. Someone I cared for, someone I loved, died. This 'ability' that I have, it went to my head. And someone got hurt. I tried to find find this guy that I thought could help. I ended up being the one to help him. Sort of. I got into a fight and let's just say that I lost. My brother ... he got hurt too. So I'm here to make sure I don't hurt anyone again. They say they have a 'cure'. I'm not sure whether I believe them or not but I have nothing to lose.
Did I choose this path or was this path chosen for me? Things were easy at first. Good was good and bad was bad. Black and white. There was no gray area. I knew who I was: the hero. The guy who saves the girl and saves the world. Easy, right? Except it wasn't. Don't get me wrong. A lot of it was fun too. Exciting. Life was fascinating again. I was a kid in a candy store, you know? I was Superman, ready to fight evil. No tights though. Heh, no. I met a lot of people. They had 'abilities' too. Some were nice. Some, uh, not so much. I saved the girl and I thought that was the big finish. It wasn't, obviously. The world doesn't need saved once. No, it needs saving a lot more than just once. There's always something, or someone to fight. And sometimes you're fighting the people you never thought you would have to fight. The people you thought you could trust, that you could depend on. I don't think people are evil. We just ... we just do evil things."
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timeframe ;; the 'present', beginning of season 2