Basic InformationName:Alex Rhodes
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Ghost
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 6'1
Weight: 210
Type: AppearanceHair Color:Black
Eye Color:dark brown
Ethnicity:Cacausian(mostly Norwegian) and Mexican
Physical Appearance: Attire:A Style is not one of Alex's strong suites. He is actually pretty simple in that regards. He prefers to simply wear
A simple T-shirt and jeans, usually with a simple Button up shirt over it with a pair of riding boots. As for colors he tends to stick to black or grey, for
no more real reason then it's easier for laundry. once it starts to get colder he tends to wear a hoodie, if it gets two cold he
wears his fathers old Aviator coat over a hoodie.
PersonalityInnate & Outward Personality:Alex is a quite person, tending to keep to himself and speaking only really when it's necessary. Because of this quite nature as well as his appearance people tend to make assumptions about him, usually thinking him some kind of thug. In reality he is a very kind hearted person who enjoys the company of others. To his friends he is very loyal and would do almost anything for them. Though there is a darker side to him. His powers seem to enhance his emotions feeding off of them as it's as if they are wanting to take to control. For the most part it isn't to much of a problem as it waits till he is more vulnerable to make it's push. For every day life he is less affected by it, but being aware of it makes him more cautious about his connections to people and makes him more mindful of his current state of being as he is prone to outburst of emotion, not just anger but if any emotion gets to extreme he could cloud lose control of it.
Hobbies/Interests:Alex spends most of his off time tinkering around in a garage while listening to old classic rock. Working on cars, motorcycles and pretty much anything with a motor. His taste in cars is much like his music as he likes to keep them older. He also enjoys cooking for people.
Skills/Talents: Alex is a very skilled mechanic and chef and can also speak Spanish very well as his mother taught him. He also knows how to fight pretty well, his father teaching him early and it's something he kept up. It also helps him maintain control.
Prized Possession: His grand fathers aviator coat as well as his
black and white GSXR-1000 that he built up.
Quote(s):"It's more then just speed, It's freedom. I know the risk, and I accept them"
History/Bio:Alex was born in Los Alimitos California, to Jayson and Mira Rhodes. He grew up on what is known as 32nd ST, a prominently Mexican neighborhood. For the most part he was untouched by the whole "meta-human" thing, both his parents were normal humans His father an Ex-marine, his mother a simple school teacher at the high school. Military was a family thing, his grand-father used to work on B-52s during WW2. Though his father was discharged due to a medical condition Alex himself had all intent on joining as soon as he turned 18, his mother wanting him to at least finish school fist. His father used his Military benefits to open up a Garage, and was also a well respected member of the community. Because they lived in a rougher neighborhood it was pretty cheap, and for the most part they were able to live off his fathers disability. This allowed him to do some favors for people, who couldn't really afford to get there vehicles fixed. This is one of the reasons Alex has the morals he does. His father teaching him to help people out if he could.
Because of the area though it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. The neighborhood was overrun with gangs so his father taught him how to defend himself, and that he should only fight in defense of himself or others. Alex spent most of his days with his father, training, hanging around the garage, even helping fix the cars. School was a different story for him though, people started calling him "The Ghost" because of how silent he was. Though he didn't really care, most his friends did it just to jab at him playfully, bit it was something that stuck. He wasn't the best student, but he did well enough. He was also mostly left alone by some of the more criminal elements seeing as most of there families owed his father in some way or another. Though he did get into the occasional fight, some one being harassed or others picked on by others and he would step in. Even that was cut down once California started putting guards and metal detectors in schools.
Once Alex was at the end of his school years he was starting to talk to requiters, army, navy, marines, and air force. Looking around to see what would be the best fit for him. What jobs they were offering and what he wanted. All that changed one night however. It was just a normal day and he was out late with some friends, mostly riding motorcycles around the city living up there youth. On his way home he stopped at a convenient store. Taking a quick brake from a long ride he was just going to grab some snacks. Though he walked in on the place being held up. Walking in the man robbing the store was spooked, he turned and fired at Alex. Only Alex stood there as the bullet fell to the ground and he was unharmed. A glowing blue plate covered his chest as he was didn't even take time to notice. He moved forward and beat the attacker, only he was going to far as he almost killed the man. I was only then that he realized what had happened. He was a Meta.
He was in the news for a few weeks, The Meta-human that stopped a robbery. Most of the reports were fluffed up but he didn't really care. He couldn't shake what had happened to him, he had lost control of himself. It was like he was possessed. He wasn't surprised when a few days later a man came to his door. Nice looking suit, calm demeanor and despite the neighborhood he was in didn't seem to care that not only did he stand out, he might as well had a target on his back. He was a representative of NEST. Approaching he sat down with Alex and explained to him what was going to happen now, and the choices he had. Alex didn't want to suppress his powers, he personally saw it as the cheap way out. But the more he learned about NEST the more it piqued his interest. He lived his entire life wanting to serve his country like his father and grand-father. But that meant he would have to be the best, that also meant he would have to be certified, which meant more school unfortunately.
Family: Mira Rhodes(Mother)
Jayson Rhodes(Father)
RelationshipsAbilitiesPower Class:Cerebral, Super-system
Power:Psycho-Kinetic Energy(PKE) Manipulation. In essence he can manifest and manipulate PKE, A form of physical psychic energy. Unlike normal psychic abilities though it is limited to a very small distance around him. There are two basic ways for him to manifest it: armor and blades, for now that is all he knows how to do.
Armor: He can focus the energy onto parts of his body, forming a body armor around himself. If encasing his head it will help guard against psychic attack as well. Though as of now he can only form in on one part of his body at a time as making requires concentration and he has to shift it with his own movements.
Reactive: Being pshchic in nature his powers are self-aware, and they want to be free. Because of this it will sometimes act on it's own protecting him from harm. It is aware of everything he is, and somethings that he isn't. It is limited to his own senses though, it can simply process information better then him. So if he can not hear it, feel it neither can the other inside of him.
Blades:by focusing the energy on his arms he can reshape it into blades, or hammers or any form of melee weapon really. Like his armor though it requires concentration.
Super strength: Not true super strength his power reinforces what ever part of his body it is protecting inside and out. Making that area stronger and more durable.
Future abilities: Full Armor: With training he can cover more of hims self in that simple armor allowing complete coverage.
Invisibility: Not true invisibility, but with training he could use the energy to redirect light around him self. When standing still it would render him nearly invisible. Though as soon as he moves there is a shimmering of where he is making him easier to spot if you were looking at his direction. The downside is it requires almost all of his concentration to maintain.
Independent barriers: Projecting his energy out he can create walls and domes for others to hid behind, or be trapped with in. They are however easier to maintain since he doesn't have to adjust them for his own movement.
Object creations: Simply a more advanced form of the barriers he can manifest simple object out of the energy.
Limits: His powers require him to concentrate, though once created maintaining is easy, it's the constant shifting and repair if damaged that takes it's toll. Being psychic in nature his powers are all so fueled by his emotion, even the color changing based upon his emotions. Powerful emotions can make it more powerful, though at the cost of stability as it's harder for him to keep concentration. It also makes it easier for his "other half" to try and claw it's way out and take control.
Weaknesses/Drawbacks: He remains in constant check of his emotional state, not fully aware of what might happen if he ever lost control. This puts limits on both him as well as his powers as his own insecurities flesh out into his abilities. His powers can also only take so much before anything he makes disperses and shatters away.
Other: Sample Post: Clutch, shift, gas. Lean, let off the throttle, lean. This was the only thing going through Alex's mind when he rode. The view through his visor was simple. Desert on one side of him rushing past as the rode flew by underneath. He counted the white lines flashing by him as the only thing he could hear was he sound of the wind rushing by him and that motor between his legs crying out. He had been out for nearly the entire day. Speeding through the desert words echoed in his head "It's not speed, it's freedom" Those were the words a family friend told him the first time he had ever gotten on a bike and taught him how to ride. A quick down shift and a rev and the front of his bike lifted up into the air. Rolling down the road like that he lowered the throttle as the front came back down softly. The lights of the city were coming into view as he was returning home.
It had been almost a week since he discovered he was a meta-human, ever since that man came up to him. He always knew he was going to leave home. He always expected it to be when he joined the military though, not like this. Going off to some school because he was something else, something more then human. Worse he couldn't shake this feeling, this itch at the back of his mind. He had never lost control like he did that night, he had been in fights, but he never lost control like that. It was something that disturbed him more then anything. There were few meta-humans where he lived, in the rest of the city sure, but not in his run down neighborhood. He didn't even have anyone to ask if this was normal or not. He had no information, he was going in blind.
It wasn't long before he was rolling along and he pulled into his neighborhood. Leaning hard into that circular off ramp he didn't take long for him to pull up to his house as he killed the engine of his bike. With a sigh he kicked out his bike stand and leaned it over getting off. Taking off his helmet he held it to his side as he walked into to his house opening the door "Bienvenido a casa"(welcome home) spoke his mother as he smiled looking at her giving her a nod. Despite his quite nature his mother has learned to talk to him even though he rarely spoke. Knowing what he was thinking
"I'm always nervous when you go out there, Mi pequeño fantasma"(My little ghost)
Looking at her he couldn't help laugh softly as he smiled his little half smile to her.
"you shouldn't be out so late. You leave in the morning"
"buenas noches madre"(Goodnight mother)
"Buenas noches Mi pequeño fantasma"
Alex had never been one for words. He looked up at the ceiling of of his room. Tomorrow the he was going to get on a plane and fly off, to Alaska of all places. No more sunny weather and expanse of desert. He sat up looking over at the old aviator coat. Patches all over it, his father gave it to him, it was his grand fathers from WW2. He was supposed to get it when he joined the military, but it looks like that will never happen now. He sat there staring at it then down at his hands. He could feel the presence with in him, waiting watching through his eyes. "who are you" he asked to him self as his hands became encased in that blue light before flashing away as if in response. He laid back down against his bed. "Pero, ¿estás ángel o demonio ?" (but are you Angel or are you the devil)
