[hider=Lenny Boggs][b]Name[/b]: Leonard S. Boggs
[b]Nickname/Alias/Etc[/b]: Lenny
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Age[/b]: 16
[b]Height[/b]: 5'6
[b]Weight[/b]: 132 lbs
[b]Home District[/b]: Courtwall Harbor

[u][b]Appearance[/b][/u]
[b]Hair Color[/b]: Red
[b]Eye Color[/b]: Blue
[b]Ethnicity[/b]: Caucasian (His ancestry is a mix of several European countries)

[b]Physical Appearance[/b]: At a glance, Lenny can be mistaken for a mop. A pale, lanky youth of 16, Lenny is only recognizable in crowds for his bright red hair -- Other than that, he's very easy to miss. He slouches, smells like stale sweat, and hides most of his thin frame under layers of hoodies and baggy shirts.

Underneath those layers of clothes, however, is a lithe and limber young man. He holds very little fat, and has a body fit for a gymnast or swimmer. His pubescent limbs seem awkwardly too long for his body with thin, narrow fingers and toes. His face is most noticeably affected by this overall thinness, with a jaw that pokes out visibly, accentuated by his pointed cheekbones and thin lips. He holds something of a delicate face, despite his intensely vacant eyes. 

[url=http://www.ddotomen.com/wp-content/uploads/king-krule-ddotomen.png]He generally dislikes having his picture taken.[/url]

[u][b]Personality[/b][/u]: Unfortunately for Lenny, the only thing simple about him are his tastes. He enjoys breakfast food, scifi, 90's rock, and pretty brunettes. His brother's reputation makes him an outcast in most circles, which he claims to enjoy, preferring his own company to that of others. However, having the brother he has isn't the only thing keeping him from having many friends. Lenny's lack of social skills and readiness to fight do that well enough on their own. Because of this combination, Lenny spends most of his time on his own, watching movies or cartoons, getting drunk, flipping through comics, or taking walks through the city or wilderness. Lenny is something of a loner, needless to say.

He secretly pines for a genuine friendship, rather than the few acquaintances he has. His experiences have thickened his skin a fair deal, causing him to toughen up at an early age -- From a psychological viewpoint, having to grow up quickly has caused Lenny to crave the childhood he feels he missed out on, which he experiences through the countless fantasy-based movies, shows, graphic novels, and action figures he has.

Aside from Lenny's escapism and loneliness, the final major aspect of his personality is his short fuse. Living with his abusive older brother, Lenny has found that the best defense is a good offense, and while he is generally down to earth and easygoing, Lenny lashes out under the right circumstances. He has poor control over his emotions, and has frequently been put into detention for fighting.

Although he is blunt, awkward, and quick to a fight, he is secretly a gentle soul who craves friendship above all else.

[b]Hobbies/Interests[/b]: As mentioned above, Lenny spends his time alone, for the most part. He is an avid comic fan, reading everything from Golden-Age superhero comics, to gritty detective noir stories. His favorite genre is fantasy, or generally "Everything that has swords". He is a fan of Star-Trek, although he dislikes Star Wars. Aside from other geeky interests like shows and online roleplaying, he enjoys long walks through the city, or the woods surrounding Black Falls. Above all, however, Lenny enjoys using his metahuman abilities, although it is strictly in private. He rarely fires his energy off, as it draws unwanted attention, preferring to simply redirect it in ways that amuse him, usually making the Christmas lights in his room "dance". 

[b]Skills/Talents[/b]: Aside from honing his energy absorption, Lenny is a skilled mountain-biker, using his bike to traverse the city as well as the craggy forests and hills. Other than those two, Lenny is self-admittedly talentless, which he has few qualms with.

[b]Prized Possession[/b]: Lenny places little value on physical things. However, as his bike is the most expensive thing he owns, it would probably be that.

[b]History/Bio[/b]: Leonard Skynyrd Boggs was born at home, in a small apartment in Courtwall Harbor. Although his parents were proud of not being poor enough to live in Dead End, their apartment building was built from the same design as the Leonard Housing Developments, which were only about five blocks away, on the border of Courtwall Harbor and The Dead End, so it made little difference. Lenny was born on the right side of the tracks, technically, but not far enough from the tracks for it to matter. 

His parents were blue collar folk from Georgia, who had few problems with their son's illiteracy, and more with the ethnicities of his classmates. Although fearful of Lenny's metahuman abilities that he had displayed since infancy, they registered him with NEST and were generally supportive. They died in a car accident shortly after his sixth birthday, leaving Lenny and his brother Creed in the custody of his grandmother.

With his grandmother a doddering old woman, most of Lenny's upbringing, or lack thereof, was from Creed. Creed shared his metahuman status with Lenny, as he was able to perform "suggestion", forcing his will on others in a telepathic form of mild hypnosis. This ability kept unwanted social worker visits away from the Boggs home, and made sure his status as a metahuman was unregistered. A known violent skinhead, Creed would use his abilities to quickly rise through the ranks of the "Iron Eagles", a small gang that operated in The Dead End.

Although generally kind to Lenny, he tends to have fits of violent rage, frequently lashing out at his younger brother. He is persistent in his belief that Lenny should join the Iron Eagles, as his metahuman abilities would be a valuable asset. Needless to say, Lenny has always avoided the group like the plague -- After all, those who know of them usually know of their leader, and those who know [i]him[/i] have usually heard of his younger brother, Lenny. Because of this, Lenny is avoided by many of his peers out of fear and distrust.

[b]Family[/b]: 
Grandmother - Susan Boggs
Brother - Creed Boggs

[u][b]Relationships[/b][/u]

Creedence C. Boggs | Fears | Brother | "For a Nazi, Creed is decent. At best. Nobody knows what he can do but me. He's a scary guy, and I wouldn't cross him." |

Susan Boggs | Pities | Grandmother | "My mema's gettin' there in age. She doesn't talk much, and when she does, she rambles. Poor old girl." |

[u][b]Abilities[/b][/u]

[b]Power Class & Rating[/b]: Elemental 8
[b]Power[/b]: Lenny can absorb, redirect, and expel energy. This pertains to all types of energy, although Lenny sticks to mainly three: Kinetic, thermal, and electric. When absorbing energy, Lenny can either siphon it slowly from a distance, or more quickly with direct physical contact.

When expelling it, the combination of whatever he's absorbed takes the form of a blue plasmoid, either as a blast, beam, or wave, dealing concussive force. Redirecting energy is a combination of both, absorbing through one arm and firing it from the other, making himself a conductor. This is usually reserved for large amounts of energy he can't safely absorb.

Aside from this plasma energy, Lenny can also use the energy in its natural form, using electric energy to fuel or short out devices, thermal energy to warm himself, or kinetic energy to speed up a baseball. 

[b]Weaknesses/Drawbacks[/b]: Most notably, Lenny cannot move and absorb energy simultaneously. Doing so by being pushed or on his own accord would cause him to lose focus, and react to the energy he's absorbed the same as any normal human -- Electric energy would shock him, thermal energy would burn him, and kinetic energy would continue at an unhampered speed. 

Additionally, Lenny can't absorb a large amount of energy without immediately burning it off or redirecting it, or he will risk ashing. Putting out a large fire, stopping a speeding train, or absorbing other large amounts all put him at risk of "overdosing".

Lastly, Lenny's plasma bolts can injure him with the recoil they present. As he's only able to fire them from his hands, a beam too large, or from redirecting too much energy at once, could potentially break his arms, or blow them off.

[u][b]Other[/b][/u]: Lenny is named after Lynyrd Skynyrd, while his brother is named after Creedence Clearwater Revival.

 [u][b]Sample Post[/b][/u]: "How have things been in classes, Len?" Mr. James said in a soft, cool voice. Mr. James was Lenny's counselor at school, who was assigned to students with behavioral problems, which were usually either cutting school, or fighting. Lenny was guilty of both. "Alright, I guess." He lied. Lenny didn't like Mr. James's attitude. He tried so desperately to seem cool and relatable, even though it was only to get kids like him to fess up about what they'd done. He peppered his conversation with modern slang, and insisted that students call him Mr. [i]James[/i], and not Mr. Grekowski.

"If you're so chill, why do we call you Mr. James, and not just James?" Lenny thought to himself. He squirmed uncomfortably in the seat. He hated these interrogations.

"I hear from one of your teachers, thaaaat, you haven't been coming to class every day," Mr. James said, leaning back into his chair. "What's up with that, Len?"

Lenny practically winced at the nickname, and then shrugged. "Sometimes I'm late, or whatever. I live far."

Mr. James nodded, jotting Lenny's words into a notepad on his desk. "That bro of yours been waking you up to leave on time?"

"Yep." Lenny lied again. Creed hadn't woken him up to go to school in months, and Lenny didn't have a problem with that at all. "Can I go now?" Lenny asked, practically praying that his counselor would let him.

"Only if you promise me you'll be getting right back into class next period, broski." Mr. James said, holding his fist out for a pound. Lenny sheepishly tapped his knuckles to his, and nodded.

Lenny grabbed his bag, and left the office, right on time for the bell to ring. He glided through the crowded halls to his locker, opened it, and took his bag out. Leaving it unlocked, he quickly waded through the mass of people in the halls, before leaving through the front door. There was always a crowd there, after all. Some people had different schedules and got out earlier, so Lenny avoided suspicion by leaving with them. He took a breath of fresh air, and pulled a bent cigarette out of his bag.

Fiddling through his pocket, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. [i]Shit.[/i] He had left his lighter at home, and it'd be a long walk home without his usual nicotine break. He kept walking from the school, until he was a safe two blocks away, before scouting out his target. It was a car at a red light. A blue Prius, specifically. Lenny put the unlit cigarette in his mouth, and began walking across the street. As he passed the car's rear end, he took his hand out of his pocket, touching the door, as if he were wiping dirt off it. The car's headlights dimmed for a split second, and continued as bright as ever afterwards.

"A victimless crime." Lenny thought to himself. After all, it'd amount to, what? Three bucks worth of car-battery juice that he had taken? He pinched the end of the cigarette for a moment, before quickly waving his singed fingers in the air. A satisfying plume of smoke came out of the end of his cigarette, and Lenny smiled to himself.

"Gonna be a good day, yessir."[/hider]