-*Instinct-

-*Sensing-

-*Telepathy-

-*Empathy-
--Note- his empathic ability can sometimes 'overload' if he gets very angry. During these times he will project his anger into other people.

Mr. Sikuli is a very strong individual, insults and taunts just ricochet from him. He is a very wise man, and it is almost impossible to lie to him due to his powers.

Mr. S is completely blind and has to rely on his magics to get him around. Also, his troubled past means that he is very emotional, even through he would never show it externally. His empathy is his strongest magic, meaning that he feels whatever his target feels, be it anger, fear or joy. His empathic ability is so overwhelming that he cannot turn it on and off like he can with his other magics.

Mr. Sikuli is very hard to befriend, due to the fact that he cannot be lied to and he will always know what you are feeling. He is a very solitary man, and prefers his own company to that of others, because his own mind is the only one in the world he cannot read like a book. Mr. Sikuli works well under pressure, apart from when his empathy overloads.

Mr. Sikuli is very intuitive. His powers, which all concern his above-average brainpower, allow him to think almost twice as fast as most people, and so he can evaluate and react to situations very quickly.

Mr. S had a very troubled childhood. He grew up in a small town in Alabama with his disabled mother and his violent father.
It was when his mother died, due to "natural causes" (In other words, his father), that Mr. S' anger pulled his magical abilities out of the recesses of his mind.
Because of his 'freakish' ability to understand people and what they were thinking, the pro-Christian town rejected him, and he somehow ended up in a large city in Georgia. It was here that he was found by The Organisation.
He has worked for them, interrogating witnesses and criminals ever since.

Mr. S strolled down the corridor, a stubby cigarette in one hand and a briefcase in the other. He took one last drag from the cigarette, and dumped it in the little ashtray on top of the nearest bin. He continued walking for a few paces and then turned suddenly. He opened one of the identical unmarked doors that lined the whole corridor.

Mr. S strolled down the corridor, a stubby cigarette in one hand and a briefcase in the other. He took one last drag from the cigarette, and dumped it in the little ashtray on top of the nearest bin. He continued walking for a few paces and then turned suddenly. He opened one of the identical unmarked doors that lined the whole corridor.