[center][h1][b][u]Zero / Nathan Stryder[/u][/b][/h1][/center]

Meet Nathan, 21 years old fed up with the way his life and the way things had been going, he decided to move on with his life. As his latest research project flew through the air and hit the ever-growing pile of failed projects in the corner of his room with a metallic clunk, he slowly rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger as he let out a deep and heartfelt sigh. Recently it seemed as if none of his brilliant ideas would even become reality with the resources he had available. 

[i]If only you had stayed with your family, they could have supplied you with the best scientific materials Domino City has to offer...[/i] he thought sourly to himself as he let his body collapse into the only real chair in his room and took a sip of the now lukewarm coffee he had poured roughly an hour ago - before he had become obsessed with his current failure.

“Yea, well…” he retorted out loud to only himself and the few birds that had taken a living in the tree outside of his open window. “It’s not like I had a choice, remember?” he finished sourly as the strong taste of coffee disappeared from his mouth. “Urgh” he shuddered in disgust as the horrid taste of lukewarm coffee left his body in shivers, “nothing worse than a cup of bad coffee…” 

As the echo of his last word disappeared into the ether his gaze fell on the now annoying big pile of failed projects that filled the larger part of the room’s eastern corner - and ‘room’ would be the best word for what had been his living quarters for the last few years of his life: it wasn’t as much a space for a human to live, rather it was more a impromptu research laboratory where all the equipment had been stitched together by himself from whatever he could find in this god-forsaken city. The once white walls had become a mismatch of all the colours you could imagine from failed experiments and other ‘accidents’ that seemed to be the only constant in his life. In one corner of this laboratory was a small military bed stacked up against the kitchen on one side and his bathroom on the other. All of the other space of his, albeit rather small room, had been filled to the brink with science-materials known to man. This was what the entity known to the general public as ‘Zero’ lived in. 

Another sigh escaped his lips as his fingers once again found themselves rubbing the bridge of his nose. [i]This really isn’t a place to live, is it?[/i] he thought to himself before he tossed his favourite coffee mug towards the kitchenette - instantly regretting his decision as the mug fell to its inevitable death in slow motion before it shortly after smashed into exactly 24 individual pieces - a detail Nathan’s mind had already worked out before his mind catched up. A cry of pure animalistic pain erupted from his throat and scared the birds in the tree outside of his window enough for them to flee - it was such a pure outcry that it could probably have been heard all over the city, though most people wouldn’t dream of hearing such a sound from a human being.

“My favourite cup!” he screamed in pain, “damn you!”

The consecutive swearing that escaped Nathan’s lips from this devastating situation is best not described in detail, but it has since then gone down in the history books as a perfect example of how [i]not[/i] to act when you lose something as valuable as a coffee mug.

As the remnants of his sorrow drained from his body Nathan felt the need to get out of this place: it had only led him to misery and pain ever since he had gotten out of bed 2 days ago. Perhaps he should get a cup of coffee or take a visit to his favourite tech-store in the industry ring - a risky, but always enjoyable trip: he loved to browse the new items in the store and talk to the employee there, a certain [i]Chaz[/i] that knew surprisingly a lot for someone with his intelligence.

Feeling a bit better with himself Nathan gathered his regular bag, his jacket and his black skate board and headed out. For some it might seem like pure magic that a young guy with astonishingly blond hair and heterochromia iridum, but because of the technological advances that had happened it was far from the weirdest thing to see in this city that a young boy riding a hoverboard through the streets, let alone cause alarm because of it.
Nathan himself enjoyed the feeling of gliding through the streets and through his endless hours of training he had gotten so used to it that he had become quite the skilled skater, without the reliance on his powers  draining him of energy.

As he skated to the loud thumping of his latest favourite band, weaving in and out of the endless faceless sea of people in the streets of Domino City he spotted a silhouette he recognized in the sea. Quickly unplugging his ears from his earphones he let the noise of the city into his ears as he sped up to catch up to Leila Rose - one of the few individuals that he had gotten to know over the past couple of years, mostly because of her connections to a certain scientist - but also because he liked to keep a tap on any of The Children of the Dark that possessed interesting traits, and she most certainly fit this category. 

Feeling a spur of  cheekiness he catched up her, still on his board and almost completely silent. Leaning in closer to her ear he gently blew on her earlobe before opening his mouth in a crooked smile.

“Now what do we have here” he said in a light tone, as his smile turned into a grin. “Someone looking for her dreams, or perhaps a young girl lost in the wrong part of the city?”