[B]| NAME: |[/B] 
[INDENT]Maximilian Nicholas A. Darwin[/INDENT]
[B]| NICKNAME(S): |[/B] 
[INDENT]Max - The Maxinator.[/INDENT]
[B]| ALIAS(ES): |[/B] 
[INDENT]ShockGuard[/INDENT]
[B]| ABILITIES: |[/B] 
[INDENT][b][i]Electrokinesis[/i][/b][/INDENT]

[INDENT][B]STAGE ONE[/B] [I](Sparky)[/I][B]:[/B]
Having just received his ability, Max is able to generate fair amounts of electrity, being able to taze someone on physical contact, or charge his phone with his hand. He's also able to absorb electricity from low level currents, such as double A batteries. 

[B]STAGE TWO[/B] [I](Sparky Sparky Boom Boom)[/I][B]:[/B]
His powers are amping up, allowing him to produce actual lighting now, sending out electricty that has the kinetic energy of him tackling someone. He's able to absorb and generate higher amounts of electricty. 

[B]STAGE THREE[/B] [I](Electro was so 2013)[/I][B]:[/B]
Able to generate massive amounts of electricty, Max can now with time generate real lightning bolts able to cause massive damage on hit. He's able to sense strong electrical currents, allowing him to feel wiring inside of a building, for instance. 


[B]STAGE FOUR[/B] [I](Zeus is my bitch.)[/I][B]:[/B] 
Max has reached the pinnacle of his abilities. He's gained full control over his abilities and has enough power to black out several blocks with ease, able to toss lightning bolts like baseballs. Generating forcefields and the like with ease.

[b]Limitations and Weaknesses:[/b]
Max is susceptible to water to short circuit his powers and in fact make them backfire on him. He generates only small amounts of electricity by himself, and thus needs outside sources to power him, such as batteries, fuse boxes or power plants. However, the biggest limitations on his powers are himself, as he lacks the knowledge and intelligence to utilize his powers in the most efficent way possible. He's a grunt at heart, not a tinkerer. He thinks that all his powers are good for is smashing things, instead of the near endless possibilities they truly do posses. 


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[B]| SAMPLE POST: |[/B]
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He was on the field, the match was about to end, twelve seconds left on the clock and they were losing. He had to make a play happen. "Blue 19! Hut!" He shouted, as his teammate, John, threw the ball back at him, the runner, Will, were already running down on the side. In the corner of his eye he could see the opponents coming for him. Taking a breath he saw Will sprint. "Go deep!" He shouted, as he brought his right arm back, the ball in it as he was getting ready to throw it.

Nine seconds left. The big burly opponent clad in orange was coming for him. He could hear the steps as blood rushed in him. Clenching is teeth, he swung his arm back forward, sending the ball flying in the air, over the field. And as the ball left his hand, he was tackled to the ground by the 320 pound beast of a teenager that Carl Barnes, who had just tackled him, was. Hitting the ground he could feel the air escape his lungs as he hit the ground he skidded, his back feeling like it was ripped in half. His eyes went shut, and a moment later, he opened them again to the sound of the clock stopping, and the crowd cheering.

Will had caught his pass, it was a touchdown. They had won. He had won. They were now the champions.
And he was proud of today, as he laid there and his teammates coming to check on him.

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[B]| NOTES: |[/B]
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A Super Jock, kind of a idiot. 
Comes from the Shallows.
Raised to a single mother, his father died when Max was a child.
Coca Cola's one hell of a drug.

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