Chrys stares out into the water of the lake. His mind wanders to times when his father showed him to fish and hunt. He said that you had to always be prepared for any outcome. But that wasn't easy. He had been able to blend in with society, his mutant power was rather mild.

But not Chrys's.

He looks out in the water, waving a hand and shifting parts of it around. Water was the hardest to move. It doesn't have a form, is constantly moving, and doesn't like being Shifted. Chrys drops his hand and sighs. "I don't know why I'm here anymore... Sure, it keeps me away from harming others with how reactive my power is...  But that's just about it... A way out of the glares, the violence and the hate.."