WIP
[b]Name: [/b]
Ikaika Iona
[b]Age:[/b]
 15 but looks "oddly" young for his age.
[b]Codename:[/b]
Titan
[b]Powers:[/b] 
Superhuman strength in the rating of tonage with the proper resistance and endurance such strength provides. (In example: if he can lift 2 tons, then he can take a hit from 2 tons.)
Unfortunately, for all his power, he only weighs a hundred pounds and should expect to get knocked out of fights by sheer distance often in his career. (same example, he can lift a car over his head, but if he gets hit by a moving car then the kinetic energy transfer will put him down the street.)

Unbeknown to him, his body has locked itself to its current vigor and he will not age normally, if at all. 

[b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/family/img/4065_saharapreg2.jpg[/img]
5'0" and 100 lbs, his Hawaiian features are quite prevalent, as is his age.
[b]Costume:[/b] [img]http://i.ebayimg.com/00/s/MTAwMFgxMDAw/z/wb8AAOxywh1TETq~/$_35.JPG[/img]
With a simple mask
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[b]School clubs or achievements:[/b] School/District/City/State Champion" for his Capoeira Club.
[b]Brief bio:[/b] 
"The definition of insanity: Repeating the same thing expecting different results."
"The definition of endurance: Getting knocked down nine times and getting up ten."

He was your average kid, grew up on the big island and went to school during the weekdays and kicked ass in the dojo on the weekends. He had a natural skill for the martial arts his mother fostered from a young age to deal with self discipline for handling being a navy brat. Pop was stationed at Barking Sands in Kauai as a linguist and his mom was aboard the {Classified} firing the big guns!

His skill at Capoeira started at three and carried on for a full decade with both his parents drilling him daily before then after homework, implementing it into games and the like whenever possible. This overwhelming dedication to the art let him climb the ranks faster than anyone predicted as he flew through one championship after another and was in Central City the night before the American Championship. 

His family was resting in an RV when the big bang happened, the noise loud enough for them all to come out and see Whiskey Tango Foxtrot. His parents got a little sick that evening but he seemed fine. At the competition, he was blowing through opponents inside and well outside his age or weight class. He was about to set world records when his parents collapsed offstage. They have been in a coma for a few days now as he has been living out of the RV in a strange city, telling no one of the way he can twist steel like cardboard. 

He's been selling his parents stuff in pawnshops then slipping onto school campuses for breakfast and lunch. Paying cash meant no student ID numbers and taking some food home with him for dinner kept him mostly off the streets. It was risky, but less risky than getting caught by cops for not being in school.