Additionally, my alias.

Name: Streke Holian (Pronounced Haul-an or Haul-e-an)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Apperance:
Streke's Asian heritage bestows with him with squinty eyes, to give the impression that he's studying something carefully. A crop of black hair falls around the crown of his head, neatly combed in place, generally with a rebellious strand from the top sticking upward. Silver glasses surround his deep, black eyes. Streke's typical attire consists of a blank, white, unmarked shirt, and dark blue trousers. Slightly tanned skin covers Streke's entire person.

Equipment:
Steel pocket knife, given by Streke's father. A small smudge lines the blade's edge.

Personality:
Timid, intelligent, and calm all make up Streke upon any normal time.

Bio
Had the incident not occurred, Streke might be like most of the world. Unknowing. At ease. As ignorance is bliss. However, the choice was not his to make of the knowledge. At least, not directly.
Streke had known from the age of 15 that he was a telepath. He heard what people thought. At least, the very top of their minds. He could hear their thoughts, though they didn't sound like anything. Rather, it was like he was thinking, but in a different tone. Desperate to find everything about this, he pulled his two siblings aside, and asked them to think of things. His sibling's young, direct minds were easy to decipher, and from this test, Streke learned that his maximum operational distance of telepathy would be around five meters.
Throughout his remaining years of high school, Streke was able to effectively hide his telepathy skill from his peers, friends, and parents. When he made the decision to enter collage at the ripe age of 19, he decided to major in psychology. Making good use of his skill, he thought. Early on in the year, however, the professors found the choice to be quite suspicious, seeing no previous experience in psychology for Streke.
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In the dorm, playing poker with his friends was a game most enjoyable, but with his telepathy, this game was one too simple. Especially when it was with only four people. Any higher, and there would be a stadium of pandemonium within his head.
Bad hand, gonna lose to Streke again...
King, ace, four, seven, nine? Is that anything?
I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I'm hungry...
Streke sighed. Maybe, he'd lose a game. Get these guy's some confidence.
Before he obliterated their collage fund.
As Streke pushed his hand closer to the pot, with a ten dollar bill, another, different thought was picked up by Streke's mind.
That squealing psychic should be here, somewhere...
Shocked, Streke snatched up the ten dollar bill, and ran out the door. Beside the door was one of the professors, the science professor.
"Git over here!" was the welcome Streke received as he ran. Not necessarily the athlete of the capmus, Streke was soon tired, but he had supposedly lost his adversary. Diving into a crowd of people, his reward of losing the professor was a swarming headache of thoughts in the urban crowd.
"Is thi- this worth it...?"
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Streke proceeds to hide out in the country, where there are less people, and travels around. Although his telepathy give him a heads-up of any people searching for him, he still is wary of what things they may do to him. He currently seeks others with a similar gift as himself.

ERROR: There are no records of individual Streke Holian.

"Streke's Asian heritage bestows with him with squinty eyes"
fffffffff

How would he have gotten through high school if he can't tune out the telepathy?

Not only did you steal Mao's Geass (Basically), but you also raped his backstory...

maybe you should stop comparing s*** to anime

(Says the Neji fanatic)

Lol, Sayo is successful.

He did, just barely.
...
Perhaps should emphasize on that.

Not connection to Geass whatsoever, coincidental.
How did I rape his backstory. Give me results!

LOLwut am I supposed to say.
Also, I'm pretty sure plenty of n00bs can fall for your whole costume, sayo. Take some time at the new users section, no?

I guess the name finally stuck.

That's it?!? Where's Blue?

I need paragraphs on how to repair this!

Even Kyzak would go as such to do that, to whoever!