Dennis is, all in all, a rather intelligent man. He's constantly lives his life through the filter of his analytical nature, and he often notices things no one else does. From an OOC standpoint obviously, think of him as L-Lite from Death Note, if you've seen it. Not only that, but in defiance of typical character stereotypes... Dennis Higgins can be called, without a doubt, an extremely powerful individual. He could easily lift his own weight, and could almost certainly lift twice.

One glance at Dennis, and it might seem that he's perfect, the optimization of the human genome you might even say... brains and brawn. This is, of course, so utterly incorrect it's almost amusing. You see, as anyone intimate with the man can tell you, he is a heavy cocaine addict. Often taking the stuff with his meals, the substance abuse is evident in everything from the way he acts after a hit, to his frequent nosebleeds. Frankly, it's a marvel he's still alive. Another unfortunate side-effect from his cocaine use is chronic insomnia, which only gives him more spare time to snort his obsession. As far as inherent issues go, Dennis can be a bit rude and condescending to people he either does not know, or does not particularly like.

Dennis has a rather pleasant singing voice when he's not high, and he's a decent boxer.

Dennis was born to Aikoashi and Gordon Higgins on February 12. Dennis was almost immediately recognized as an intelligent youth, and had learned the entire alphabet and rudimentary English by seven months. He was enrolled in a magnet school as soon as he reached the minimum age, and excelled in his new academic-focused life until he got up to about sixth grade, and entered middle school. Dennis had been getting progressively more bored with the school system ever since his first year in kindergarten, and had lost almost all interest by fourth grade. Figuring, however, that middle school would provide new and interesting challenges, he waited it out. Seeing that middle school was in many ways the same as elementary, and fully possessing the childish impatience of others his age, Dennis elected to stop "wasting" any energy on his studies. His grades dive-bombed and, despite his parents' vigorous attempts, Dennis' interest in academics wasn't resurrected until adulthood.

Faced with a sudden wealth of free time, Dennis searched for new outlets of his attention. He gradually migrated from sports, to chess, even to tabletop roleplaying... but it wasn't until he hit 15 that, thanks to one of his childhood friends, Dennis discovered the object that would hold his attention for years. You guessed it, cocaine. He found the substance attractive because of the mind altering high extensive use of it produced... it probably wouldn't have held his interest however, but for its chemical addictiveness. Dennis did fare better than most cocaine junkies... he could recover from post-high crashes better and quicker than most. But it still had a profound and, undeniably, negative effect on his life from then on.

Dennis can hold his breath for a pretty long time, about a minute and a half.

Black.
Total, complete, absolute black.
Not just the absence of light, but its inversion... it was as if the blackness was a substance. No... no, not a substance, an organism. It folded around him, wrapping him within a cloak of nothing. Embraced him. Yes, it was an organism.
Dennis didn't feel pain. He didn't feel fear. He just felt...... nothing. Not nothing in the regular sense of the word, but nothing to the extent that it becomes something. You can pick it out in a crowd, point to it, touch it.

It was like depression, but in some ways it was also like elation. Some of its traits matched fear, yet Dennis did not feel afraid. Imagine if the space, the actual space that you and every conceivable object occupies, simply wasn't there. Could you still see it? For you to see something, there must be something. It goes without saying that you couldn't touch it, feel it... right? And yet... Dennis was perfectly aware, in a more abstract sense, of the emotional and physical vacuum that engulfed his consciousness. He initiated the electrical signal that would have closed his eyes in a physical form, but instead a sudden jolt of feeling coursed through his abruptly awakened mind.

And then, Dennis awoke to a pile of white, and his dead friend at his feet.