Lewis Yung

19

Male

Though Lewis is capable of transfiguring his very looks, there’s one form he sticks with normally. His default appearance, if you will. In this, he's a man of Vietnamese-Korean descent with pale skin and a lanky build, with very little muscle of fat on his bones. Standing at only 5’5”, most would make the mistake of assuming Yung is younger than he really is. His hair is black with light hints of white laced inbetween strands. He keeps it long and disheveled. Partly because he can never find the time or money to style it, but mostly because he likes the ‘rugged, wild youth’ look, even if it makes him look somewhat of a hobo. His almond eyes are a rich, dark brown, dark enough to look black. Lewis holds a devil-may-care attitude towards his wardrobe. Not that it matters. Stylish clothes are a luxury he can't afford (literally). His clothing is composed of plain shirts, jeans, and jackets. Usually hand-me-downs and cheap buys from the local thrift store. The fanciest thing he owns is a silver, dove-shaped pendant that he never takes off, even when he changes his appearance.

Life wasn't just hard for Lewis. It was broken down apartment, share your clothes with your sister, no money for a meal difficult. But that's what happens if you're born in the Outer Ring. You suffer, you struggle, you survive. No questions asked, no complaints made. That's how things were. And the thing is, Lewis wasn't that mad about it. If he had to work, he worked. If he had to steal, he stole. Morals were only there to make him feel guilty for a second before moving on. His dad was some stranger who didn't even know he had a son, but y’know what? He didn't need one. He had his mom. He had his older sister. And that was enough.

But of course, that had to change.

Like everything, it started small. Lewis’ sister, Sara, would be asleep in her room. The next morning they'd find her in the closet, confused but okay. The initial answer was simple: sleep walking.
Then it grew. It always did. She'd be sitting in the kitchen. One blink. Now she was sitting in her room. They would find her in the fridge, or hanging from the ceiling fan, or even on the roof. Sleepwalkers couldn't do that. Metahumans, teleporting metahumans, could. Lewis was fascinated. Their mother was in awe. The neighbors were terrified. A girl with that power could mean nothing but trouble, they whispered. Soon those whispers became rumors. She was dangerous. She was vicious. She was a monster that had to be stopped.

And so she was.

They came silently, like owls on the hunt. They swooped down in the middle of the night, slipping into the tiny apartment, leaving behind a broken corpse of a girl. She had been twelve, then. Lewis, ten. It wasn't until later that he learned to know and hate their name: The Pure.

The incident left his mother ill and silent, never leaving the house or speaking to anyone. Bills piled up. Food was scarce. Lewis needed a way to keep the remnants of his family behind.

The answer came when he woke up one morning with green eyes. No contacts. No surgery. Just a look in the mirror and there they were. Not dark, void black, but green. Brilliant, emerald green. Turns out Sara wasn't alone with her abilities. A bit of experimentation, a pinch of practice, and in a matter of time Lewis learned to control his newfound power. This time, however, he kept it a secret. There was no need for a repetition of the incident. He found stealing easier. Difficult cons now childsplay. Money, food, medicine for his mother. All of that came as easily as a drop of a hat.

Things haven't changed from then and now. Lewis still takes care of his ill mother, buying her what she needs with less than legal schemes. He's gotten involved with more than a few gangs and made quite a bit of unsavory deals, but hey. That's just how things are in Rivière.

Power Class: Biological Super-System

Shapeshifting
Lewis is able to alter his cells, allowing him to completely change his appearance. Although he is able to change specific factors of his body (i.e. eye color, hair color, skin color etc), he specializes in full body mimicry. No matter the age or gender, he is able to copy others with simply a look.

Voice Mimicry
Along with appearance, Lewis can parrot the voice of whoever he wishes, granted he's heard the voice before. This aids in his disguises or tricking others through phone calls. Plus, it's really funny seeing people flip when a little girl speaks in a deep voice.

Lewis is able to only alter living cells. Note the word ‘living’. He can't will an open wound closed, or undo a bruise. Additionally, Lewis’ transformations are far from perfect, and he can only copy from what he sees. If he sees only the face, then he can only do guesswork when trying to mimic the body or any minor details. His transformation time differs with the how much change he's undergoing. Small changes like hair color can last barely three seconds, but changing his entire body can last five to ten minutes depending on the size.

Believe it or not, but having your bones and muscles stretch can hurt. A lot. While eye and hair color involve an odd sensation at worse, processes that involve his body shrinking or growing drastically can leave him with an uncomfortable ache and drain his energy. Often times, full scale changing will leave him hungry and fatigued. Multiple major transformations in a short time span can actually cause bodily harm, or worse.

Pam Yung -- Mother -- Alive
???-- Father -- ???
Sara Yung -- Sister -- Deceased

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