Name: Fox Delta

Nickname(optional): Delta

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Powers/skills: Mild telekinesis, can't lift elephants or nothin' 

Weakness(es): Pretty much anything remotely frightening. Oh and moths. 

Personality: No one is trustworthy. Eventually, everyone will betray you, even the ones you thought loved you. Fox is extremely skittish, always expecting someone to hit him even though he hasn't seen his dad in over about a year. He was already a little paranoid, his father just made it worse. He would suddenly explode over every little thing, whether it was a pea rolling off his plate or Delta's grade dropping by 5%. Due to his love of strategy games, when he's not freaking out he usually considers everything to be one big game of chess. People are pawns, and he's stuck front and center in the battlefield. He'd rather be in the back, contemplating the next move, than be stuck up front telling people what to do or acting out the plans. 

History(optional): Fox had a fear of pretty much anything due to his abusive upbringing, let's just say his father wasn't a very kind man. One particularly terrible day at his home, his father had come through the door in one of his infamous rages. He blamed Delta for being the reason he was fired. A silly excuse, but his father was one to put his problems on the nearest person. His father through a book at Fox, not the worst thing, but that fact that was it was a hardback didn't make it a good thing either. Scared out of his mind, he froze, eyes screwed shut. He managed to move the book slightly to the left, sending it crashing through a lamp instead of his face. His father blamed him for that too, even though Fox immediately passed out afterward. 
	Fox also had what seemed like an affinity for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He one day decided to talk an alternate route to school and ended up being arrested for a murderer. He was later released since they ended up catching the real culprit, but that's what he gets for walking under a bridge, past a corpse one day. It's still on his record though, they forgot to erase the fact he was wrongfully accused of murder, so he won't be getting a high-end job anytime soon.

Other: He is always carrying the first book he bent to his will, "Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End" by Atul Gawande. It's a reminder that not everything will go terribly, he can at least rely on himself. 

Appearance:
Copper hair and pale skin, he is a ginger after all. 
Brown eyes, nothing too crazy. 
Short for his age - 5'7" 
Always has a hoodie of some sort on, usually a shade of blue.

Likes: 
Cats.
Salty things like pretzels. 
Fun facts.
Strategy games. 
Being cold. 

Dislikes: 
Moths. 
Heat.
Yelling. 
Sharp objects. 

Romantic interest: Currently none. 

Last rule: Have fun. 

Current Location: Abandoned Building.