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Name: James Adams

Age: 24

Appearance:[img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fc/f0/0f/fcf00f7f9ec7b67f7f1deb0c3107ed2a--anime-boys-black-hair-anime-guy-hair.jpg[/img]

Race: Distant angelic blood

Brand: Large White Double Helix of Hydras on Back

Power: Control of water: He mostly uses ice and snow: but has experimented with water in the past

Personality: James usually keeps to himself, and doesn't talk much. He tries to fade into the background and go through life without any drama. He won't usually avoid a conflict, but definitely won't start one. Very sensitive, and keeps it real, speaking his mind the times he does. Nice, will try and protect his friends, and will do a lot for the ones he has.

Bio/History: James grew up as a social person, many friends, and many relationships. No one knew why, not even James, but he slowly became less social, losing almost all his friends. He moved North, where his friends became fewer, to the few that lived in his town. One day, he was standing with his friends who were playing snowball, he started to trace the balls flying back and forth. One flew towards him, and he braced, and closed his eyes, yet no snowball came. When he opened them again, a snowball was inches from his face, floating mid air. Him and his friends all circled around it, as it hovered. James began to think. He thought about hitting one of the other boys, in the face, and moments later, the ball flew at the exact boy he imagined. He could control this. He looked at the other boys as they looked at each other. What could he say? He couldn't say anything. He just walked away, fading into the forest.

He went back and forth to the lake, trying to do the same thing, practicing, and training. He started to lift bigger things. More compact things. Ice balls, and more. He trained like this, soon able to form them. He could move them around, like small dragons dancing in the sky. Nothing else mattered to him now, he only needed this. 

Extra: Likes to wrap himself up in comfy clothes, not fashionable ones.

P.P.S.: Not the best at history stories, never really liked them much