I'm interested. Also, just a bit of forewarning: From my experience, people are known to stop right in the middle of things and sometimes without warning. This would make it incredibly difficult to keep continuity given we recruit new players. If we didn't, however, we may end up with very few people by the time the second game rolls over. This is unless we get super lucky and end up with a dedicated group of players.

I'll edit my profile as needed.

General Bio 

Name: Mark Yu
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Appearance: 
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5'11"; normally dressed casually (jeans with a shirt); 140 lbs.

Superpower 
Name of ability: Wind Mode
Description: Mark's power allows him to control his lungs, diaphragm, larynx, and parts of his face as well as other parts of his in order to indirectly effect the passage of air through his body. Using his body, Mark is able to shape air and, in a sense, spit it out to create large gusts of wind. Also by control of air, Mark has the ability to manipulate more directly sound which though harder to learn is actually much easier to master,
[indent]Level one abilities: Mark is capable of summoning up large gusts of air capable of pushing enemies about, though lacks the power to actually do anything else with it. Lacking control of the power, he is incapable of controlling a stream of focused air. In addition, Mark lacks knowledge of the voice and cannot use it properly.
Level three abilities: At this level, Mark is better able to handle air, being able to control the power much more easily. He can modify his insides to allow a smoother passage of air as well as increase air intake. Though he cannot modify his rib cage, it has expanded simply due to stress allowing Mark to breath in more air. At this point, he can also control sound to an extent through the modification of his larynx to created noises that normal humans probably could not.
Level five abilities: Wind control to the extent where he can shoot actual blades of wind that can cut through objects. It no longer even looks like he is breathing, but simply using telekinetic abilities with his mouth considering how powerful his wind control is. He can sing in three part harmony by modifying his voice box and create pitches unknown to human ears.

Weakness/drawback: While Mark can expand his diaphragm to unnaturally large proportions, his rib cage does not expand beyond how it normally could. Because of this, he is limited in the amount of air he can take in without hurting himself. Prolonged use of the power can have a detrimental effect on Mark's voice, most noticeable in a slight raspiness experienced moments after long use of the power. Also, though his internal mechanics change, Mark cannot actually change how the outside of his body looks or works through use of the power.[/indent]

History 
History: Mark was born in China and raised there until he was two years old. When his family was met with government issues related to his soon to be born little sister, the family had to move out of the country and make a living elsewhere. After gathering up enough money, Mark's family made enough money to move to the United States, He's been living in New York ever since. Mark didn't have any talents. He wasn't even very good at math, despite what most people say. He wasn't incredibly dimwitted, his parents pushing him to get smarter and take harder classes; but there was nothing Mark couldn't do that someone else couldn't do a lot better. It didn't bother him much growing up, or at least not apparently. Mark, at the time of the bus crash was eighteen years old and on his way to finishing High School. He is has honors and has been accepted into two Ivy League schools. In addition, he works at a small musical instruments store at the corner of the street he lives on.

The day before the bus ride: There were three taps and the clicking of a mechanical pencil, then the sound of said pencil scribbling something onto a piece of paper. It was Mark, a high school student, writing down something for his homework. He looked at his book and then back at the paper before erasing something and writing down something different. So was Mark's ordinary life. It was after school, and Mark had a few hours to go before work started. He also had a project due. It was what he was working on, and he intended to finish it regardless of the cost The boy stared at his paper again, focusing intently as if he were trying to figure something out. It was because he was trying to figure something out. The room was dark, blinds closed. It had a desk and a bed. The desk had a computer that was turned off and unplugged- Mark could have no distractions.

A couple of hours later, Mark put down his pencil and grabbed a glass of water before heading out for work. Because of its close proximity, Mark had no trouble walking there. "Hey" Mark said, waving to his boss who stood at the counter. On the way to his position, Mark picked up a fallen book and put it back on its shelf. "How's the family?" asked Mark's boss. "It's going pretty well. My parents work late as usual and my sister stays after school for classes." Mark answered. With a sigh, the boss wandered away to let Mark take over.