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Character name: Mohinder Suresh

Canon point: Heroes Season One, between "Run!" and "Unexpected

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Personality: Mohinder is a professor and a geneticist from Chennai, India. He has a doctorate in parapsychology and use to teach evolutionary genetics at the University of Madras. He had always attempted to follow in his father's footsteps, trying to get recognition for his own work while building off of his own father's research into the evolution of human beings through genetic mutations that would allow them to access special powers or abilities. Mohinder and his dad had a very rocky relationship which seems to have stemmed from the death of his older sister. When Shanti got sick with an unknown virus, Mohinder was conceived to produce antibodies for her. Though he was born with those antibodies, it was too late to save Shanti. This caused his father's coldness towards him.

Despite Mohinder's clash with his father, who had run off to America to try and find evolved human beings to support his book sometime after Mohinder gained tenure at his university, he still defended him and his work. When he was told that his father died, Mohinder even went so far as to take a leave of absence from his teaching position, and went off to New York City to discover why his dad was killed and to unlock his father's code on the way to find more people with abilities. This shows how much Mohinder longed to be accepted by his father and forms the basis for later daddy issues he encounters in New York.

Mohinder is a born skeptic, as any good scientist ought to be. Though he does believe his father's theories about evolved humans and super powers, he needs to see them for himself, first hand. He is quick to dismiss other people at first that claim to have powers but can't or have trouble with reproducing them. Conversely, he is also extremely gullible and easy to dupe. Over and over again, Mohinder's want-it-to-be-true nature has gotten him into trouble. He rarely stops to think through certain situations and is caught up in the plots of others because he feels himself powerless to do anything else. Despite all of his book smarts, Mohinder rarely shows signs of having common sense.

Mohinder has an inflated sense of morality. Though he is sometimes forced to do things outside of his comfort zone, more often than not, he rebels when pushed too far even if that gets him injured. He tries to be heroic and though he is far from cowardly, he is very easy to spook. He can be annoyingly persistent at times and is willing to drop his entire life for causes he believes in with very little provocation.

That said, Mohinder finds it very hard to forgive people that have wronged him. Though he is a religious man (the Hindi faith does not conflict with science as some monotheistic belief systems do), he also embraces revenge. Mohinder can be as cruel as he is kind and generally takes it upon himself to deal with his problems (and usually in somewhat stupid ways that puts him into more danger than it is likely worth). He gets very focused and sometimes can refuse to see reason.

Though Mohinder has had long term relationships, and actively accepts romances, he has never been married and is childless. His research and work always comes first. Just like his father.


Equipment List: Mohinder wears a silver thumb ring and a wrist watch. He has on a button down shirt, a pair of jeans, brown boots and a thick tan coat. He has a pair of glasses on him and is wearing contact lenses. In his wallet there is around $30-50 American, a condom (because he's responsible!), his taxi driver's license and a keycard letting him into his lab back in India. He also has a small keyring on him with his Brooklyn apartment key, taxi key, and rental car key. He has a brown leather satchel containing handiwipes, his passport and work visa, a small flashlight, a hair tie, his laptop, a tourniquet, mouth swabs and some empty vials. He has an overnight bag with a change of pants, two changes of shirts underwear and socks in it.

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Third Person Sample: Mohinder longed for nothing more than to follow in his father's footsteps. He seemed to actually be managing that quite well now that he had gone out for his first chance at field work. Meeting Zane Taylor had been an exercise in suspension of disbelief and a lot of courage (and stupidity). Those were qualities that Mohinder found himself really very capable of maintaining despite having been shot at, his research almost destroyed, and believing himself to be tracked by his father's killer. Eden was dead now, though she had been invaluable in his work and he wished that she could have been here with him now as he waited at the door in Virginia for Zane to answer.

He was nothing like Mohinder expected from their phone conversation that morning. He was calm, a little bit on the squirrelly side, but very tall and quite handsome, which didn't seem to fit his profile at all. The old rock and roll t-shirt seemed out of place on him. His hair style even more so. Mohinder bit his tongue.

And he had to bite it again when Zane showed him what he could do. Disrupting the bonds between molecules and 'melting' objects with a touch? Oh, it was so very dangerous. A power like that, perhaps, could kill. And yet, Zane had perfect control over it. They had tea together and decided to travel the country, seeking out people just like Zane. Mohinder had the algorithm worked out now, didn't he? He knew the mapped portions of the genome that showed the mutation to allow powers. They could do this!

And so, off they went, towards Montana of all places to visit someone named Dale. A mechanic. Mohinder would never get there, though. One minute, he and Zane were pulled over in a parking lot by a diner, the other man having run in to get them both a cup of terrible coffee to go and to use the bathroom, and the next?

Well Mohinder didn't know. He sat up slowly, still dressed in his jeans and his brown, lined wool coat. Nothing seemed recognizable and it made his flesh crawl. Did the people that followed him from India to New York finally catch up with him? Oh God!

"H-hello?" No answer. "Zane?!" Mohinder swallowed. He was not a hero, but he was curious. He just hoped that cats were the only things curiosity killed.