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REMY HALIFAX Appearance: 6’2” My name is Remy Halifax of Sector03. I am twenty-six years old and for the last five years I have known that I am not the man I thought I was. When I was a child I had more interest in what my professors told me than my parents. I believed that there was a disease destroying mankind and mutants that should be cleansed to return order to nature. My parents believed that they were people just like me that were victims and didn’t deserve to suffer for something they couldn’t control. I believed that it was right to have only one language so that we can all, at last, understand each other and speak on the same terms. They believed that it was inhuman to murder a language, because doing so stole the identity of a culture and sentenced its people to a slow death. Because of this we argued often; my parents in French and myself in English, because to me they were traitors and I was not. Sometimes I had no choice, but ultimately they had the grace and sense to use the family tongue in the safety of our home. They loved me then and, bless them, they still love me now despite it all. For years I thought I hated them. I always did well in school and had a reputation as an ambitious and sharp student. I had my flock, others like myself, but few friends. That said it can be understood that I did very well in school, and little else need be said. It was suggested to me once when I was twelve that I should go to an Academy to become one of the elite Novitas, but I thought that was stupid. I am not a fighter and knew, and know even better now, that my talents would have been wasted in such an attempt.
I was granted my Bachelors Degree in Biochemistry at the top of my class when I was eighteen. Shortly afterwards I was permitted into the arms of the AU as an Intern Assistant to be adopted into the Megan Project, which I considered to be a great honor. My parents and I stopped speaking entirely at that time and it didn’t bother me at all. I was on the fast course to realizing my dream of having my role in holding our society together—to save us and make us better, so I felt I needed nothing else. For the first few years my life melted down to an endless blur of work and school as I pursued my Doctorate. I learned quickly and did not flinch in overcoming my competition to assure that when the time came, I would be cease to be a glorified errand boy and be elevated to the illustrious position as a peer among other scientists. Looking back on it now I realize that I likely crushed a few dreams, and maybe broke a few hearts and I know that some of the tears that others shed were of my doing. But I wonder if what I did then could be considered a mercy now, having seen what I have seen. It was my promotion to the Testing Division that shook my drive for the first time. ‘The Testing Division’ is a sterile, non-descript title for what I recognize now as Hell. As a medical student, albeit in Biochemistry, I had already gone through my rounds in a standardized hospital to experience medicine outside of a laboratory. I had become very familiar with the wounded and ill, terminal patients and those that could be saved. I had seen death first hand and had been first to volunteer to work on a cadaver for class. What I saw in the Testing Division was murder. What I did there was no different. I am amazed to this day that I was able to continue, that I was able to keep my sentiment for our ‘subjects’ under control and to myself. Had I shown my doubt there, I don’t know where I would be today. I had learned from the beginning that my peers and I could not be friends, and no one would have hesitated to turn on me if I spoke against the very thing I had spent my life working to become a part of. It has been years since I involved myself with the Testing Division any more than need demands, but I still have nightmares of the patients I had there. There were some that would, when permitted to be lucid, speak to me in all manner of ways; shouting, begging, and screaming just to name a few. I believe that the worst were the ones that didn’t try anymore as they lay broken and without hope, their end close at hand to take them, as it always did. It always does. There were a few that desired nothing more than to talk with me, just me for reasons unknown, but I could never grant their wishes. I endured this for two years. I was twenty-three when I acquired my Doctorate and was given the honor of choosing where I would take up my post and lead. I could have stayed in Hell, and perhaps some may have desired that that be my choice, but I leapt instead at the opportunity to fill the recently vacated position of Installation, Maintenance and Application Advancement of Nanotechnology in Novita hosts. I don’t know why I stayed at all, why I haven’t tried to leave. I entered Hell thinking I was a hero. I left it as a monster. I am a coward, I think, that I can hold to my job as it is as if it is somehow different from Testing. I now empower and ensure the health and stability of the Novita, who then use what I place in them to murder more of the infected and thus, through these soldiers, I have caused the deaths of more people than I ever did in Hell. Three years ago, after I had spent a few months in my new station, I found the will to call my parents and went home for the holidays that year. They did not beret me for my choice or loath me for where it had taken me, but welcomed me home and held me as I wept. They love me still, as I have already written, but I feel they also pity me, if only a little. I told them nothing of Hell, as I feel it would be cruel to unleash such a place on their imaginations, but I have gone so far as to say that they were right from the beginning. I see them each chance that I have to spend a holiday in Sector 03, and we speak in French within the privacy of their home. It has been five years since I realized I am not the man I dreamed that I was. I am a child in a white coat, and for the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do.
Activities: Conducts the Installation, Maintenance and Advancement of Nanotechnology in Novitas, thereby acting also as their physician once they are submitted for installation. +Intelligent
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I graduated early, as was expected of me, to the mixed pride and dismay of my parents. I left them as soon as I was able and entered into a distinguished University to pursue Biochemistry, which I was always best at. My parents were concerned about my career choice and we fought about that whenever they could get me on the phone. They tried to visit for a while, but after I slammed the door a few times they learned to keep their distance. 
