<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/StreakThumb_zpsadfefc77.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>        Kevin Taylor<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          <strong>STREAK</strong><br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   New York<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Everyone in the Area<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Darkness had taken him for longer than he could remember, and he floated in a formless limbo, waiting... to some, this would be akin to Hell, but Kevin was no longer phased by this.  He simply took the time to let his memories envelop him, to try and hold onto as much as he possibly could.  He had existed for several thousand years at least, taken from one world to the next, wherever he was needed, but never staying in one place.  Sometimes he stayed in a world for a few minutes... and sometimes he was there for over a century.  He could never tell.  Knowing that at any moment he could be taken from those he had grown close to was almost more than he could bear.  Yet endure it he did.<br/><br/>Memory was a tricky thing.  He was by all means effectively immortal, but his mind was still quite human, and a human mind could only remember so much.  Memories that spanned thousands of years were elusive, and thus he had to choose some over others, while some he had no choice but to lose.  His name though... he tried very hard to hold onto that.  He knew he once had a family, but he couldn't recall the details.  Their faces were a blur and it pained him that he couldn't remember.<br/><br/>Light!  A swirling symphony of light that would be breathtakingly beautiful if it weren't for what came next.  A lurch, and he found himself flying impossibly fast into the center of the light, and just as he reached the center, the whole thing exploded with a power incomprehensible.  It was the birth of a universe, and he was overcome by its glory.  He shut his eyes tight and braced for what would happen next.  He felt the sensation of falling... no, flying.  Not of his own power, but as though something had flung him with such force that a normal man would have been vaporized.  He did not have time to open his eyes before he struck the ground.<br/><br/>To those embroiled in battle, there was little warning other than the impact of something hitting the ground at high speed.  With a loud<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">THOOM</span></strong>, the pavement exploded, dust rolling up and out of the newly formed crater.  Visibility was low, and for the time being, what lay in the crater was unseen to mundane senses.