[hider=Cody Guilford, AKA Skillshot]
[b]Name:[/b] Cody Guilford

[b]Persona:[/b] Skillshot

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[b]Appearance:[/b] Tall, slim, and built like a modern day cowboy, complete with a light dusting of tan over his skin and an enviably rugged five o'clock shadow. His blonde hair tends towards the greasy side, his clothes border on disheveled, and he isn't much a fan of tight shirt collars or ties. Cody likes to be free to pursue his ambitions and his devil may care outward appearance really conveys it to a tee. 

[b]Age:[/b] 28

[b]Archetype:[/b] Gifted

[b]Power Set:[/b] [i]Sphere Manipulation[/i]

[b]1. Projectiles:[/b] Cody can create small balls of energy and scatter them, in a process similar to casting marbles. He can so far not produce a ball much larger than his fist, and even that takes more time than he'd like. He sticks to pinball-sized ones and relies on his accuracy and wits when using them, rather than attempting a brute force approach. He imagines they hurt when they hit, but the force at which he flings them means they don't get near close to bullet speed.

[b]2. Force Fields:[/b] The biggest sphere Cody can make is what he likes to call a force field. For now, it's a rather thin shield and it wouldn't stand up against an explosion, more than likely, but it takes the brunt of physical attacks well and is big enough for one person. He usually uses it for himself, but it can be projected to nearby (very nearby) allies and objects. It's not instantaneous, so it's not much use for defending against surprise attacks. Cody has often wondered if the round, solid field could be propelled like one of his own weaponized spheres. He imagines that'd be fun.

[b]Origin Story:[/b] Cody has always been in the business of disappointment. He was a kid who wasted all of his quarters at the pinball machines in every single arcade and pizza joint in town. His name was all over the city, in the form of initials: COG. Yeah, his initials spelled cog. Cody Owen Guilford. Nobody really seemed to care. Pinball was a dead art as far as most were concerned. People didn't understand the fascination he had with it. He played marbles, too, to better understand the physics of a collision. Marble hits a marble, the force changes direction, same principle applied to those trick banana bumpers on that one machine he hadn't mastered. He spent his teenage years practicing what he was best at.

He chose not to go to college. Not because he didn't want to, but because he really couldn't afford it and his grades weren't good enough to get him a scholarship. His parents were dirt broke at that time in his life, and he'd never been one for saving. Truth be told, he wasn't that heartbroken. Being told to fit into a mold like the universities wanted you to would be quite a drag.

Funnily enough, he decided to take some time and enlist in the army. It'd get him paid, it was steady work that provided a change of scenery, and he'd always been a pretty athletic guy, so he thought he'd be cut out perfectly for the work. Turns out, the structure was good for him. Basic training hadn't shown him to particularly strong in any one area, and he seemed more interested in how the weapons and humvees were made rather than using them. So, he was shipped off to mechanical training and became a weapons mechanic, hanging around the various bases he was shipped to, making repairs to guns and double checking the explosives. He shuffled across the US, served a few months abroad to quell a civil war (which the army quickly withdrew from), finally ending up in Germany and England for two years a piece. It was during his combat tour that he discovered he could erect an odd, spherical shield around himself. It was also then that the army decided they no longer needed him out there. He elected to stay on in England for a few years more, having become quite enamored of the weather and having grown fond of his coworkers. They never accidentally discharged bullets at him. It was a welcome change.

He returned to American soil at the age of twenty-six, settling back into Dodgeville after several years of feeling productive and having a job. He'd seen enough of combat to know that he could never risk going back, potentially having to be a [i]real[/i] soldier. Cody was back to being aimless. He fixed cars now. It was there that he met Jamie, and he eventually moved in with him and revealed to the fellow young man that he had some sort of power. With Jamie's guidance, Cody began to test out various aspects of the power. He riddled the wall of their bedroom with pockmarks and Jamie didn't even seem to mind. Or he never said. Cody couldn't be sure. Even the mornings after they had sex, he still could never really read what his roommate had on his mind.

The two lived comfortably for a little over a year, with Cody picking up the spare quarters around the garage to brush up his skills at his old hobby at the only pinball machine left in the city. Unfortunately, it was in the seediest part of the already dismal city, and it always took him forever to get home. Jamie offered to pick him up one night, and when Cody got in the car with him, he was struck by a feeling. He couldn't pinpoint it. Sirens wailed in front of them and a van, one, he later found out, that was being driven by some bankrobbers, appeared seemingly out of nowhere and rammed into them. Cody tried to put up a force field for them, but it only managed to cover himself. Jamie died almost instantly in the head-on collision, and Cody stopped showing up for work. Stopped being seen almost entirely.

He was afraid of his powers. Frankly, he was kinda afraid of everything. But now, he thinks the city might have a use for someone like him. Someone who shoots energy marbles and is only really good at playing pinball, killing his lovers, and using a wrench. He feels like he owes it to Jamie, and, honestly, he was running out of places to find pocket change. Cody doesn't want to be a vigilante, one who broods and sulks and monologues. The death of Jamie still weighs on him, sure, but he is constantly reminded that it's his memories of the city and his desire for freedom to follow his own path that truly spurred him down this road.[/hider]