Well here yah go, hope its not too long, wasn't really sure what was acceptable..

Name: Mosi Martins, a.k.a Oracle
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: 


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Personality: 
A normal and decent fellow put into a unusual situation. Luckily, he has enough optimism to get him through most situations with more than a ounce of hope. He will try to help those around him within reason. Though sometimes he is paralzyed into inaction due to a tendency to overthink.

Power/Capabilities: 
Radio Conduit: Lets one jockey of off airwaves of any kind and listen in on and manipulate them. This lets one listen in on calls, and interface with the mobile network and even connect to the internet. Gives one a kind of sixth sense similar to radar, with the same limitations as an actual radar. With enough communication the user can ride the airwaves, and move from device to device. Apart from other of the usual enhancements common to all conduits, this ability does not yet offer any direct offense abilities

Background/How you got your powers:

There are times when ordinary folk are forced into extraordinary circumstances. There are times when a person is brought face both the best and the worst within. It is often how we deal with these times that really shines light on the quality of ones soul.
So when Mosi got blasted off that radio tower on that fated day, his test had already started. For a while he was carried away by the chaos that engulfed Towerlight city in the beasts wake. He spent his day most of the time roaming and scavenging with the packs of survivors after all a lowly radio technician had little value in these times. Many times he was involved in things he was not proud of, but he did try to be fair. Often times that is all one can ask for in times such as these.

His powers manifested slowly and subtly, initially he wasn't even aware he was using them. Since most of the phone network down then, and radio chatter was low. But he began to hear the voices as the government moved in, started putting things back in order. As the cellphone towers came back online, and radio sets came back into circulation. He began to hear the voices of the city. He heard a thousand prayers, a thousand curses.

For the first time he was in a position to do something, he had the power, the choice. He chose to help them, as much as he could. Most of his powers hadn't awakened still, but he could still find people in trouble. As he helped people, they began to gather round him. Soon he was the leader of small bunch of like minded people, doing their little to help those around them. He began to be called the Oracle, for his strange ability to find trouble almost before it started.

His powers progressed with time as did peace, soon Towerlight city wasn't the hellhole it used to be. At least not as bad. In this time he had lost many of his friends, many of his conduit friends had died suddenly following the beast's death. With conduits becoming a rare and hunted species, Mosi decided it was time to move and start a fresh. These were good times to be anonymous after all.