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[b]Player Name:[/b]  Hound55

[b]Character Name and Alias:[/b] Manifold / Eden Fesi

[b]Origin and Brief Bio:[/b] Little is known about his youth.  Eden Fesi now resides at Kata Tjuta (the Olgas), a place of deep significant spiritual meaning to him and the mutant Gateway; who tutors him in his powers.  Eden has been tapped to one day have great impact in global events and both he and Gateway are trying to prepare him for the day this recruitment occurs.  The present day.

[b]Powers and Abilities:[/b]  Manifold is primarily a teleporter who performs this ability by bending reality itself; by folding and contorting spacetime to connect two places using portals.  Much like Gateway his portals remain open until he chooses to close them.  Unlike some teleporters like Nightcrawler he doesn't need to see where he's teleporting to as this folding of space-time allows him to compensate and ensure he doesn't open a portal in the middle of an object.

He is also a quality tracker, able to survive by himself in harsh environments such as the Australian outback, proficient with early weapons like clubs, throwing sticks, bola, bow and arrow and spears.  He is a moderately effective in hand to hand combat, but nothing particularly special in that regard.

[b]Brief Sample Post:[/b] 

[i]I'm there.[/i]

It's a Saturday afternoon at Subiaco Oval, standing room only and Nic Naitanui is lining up for goal from outside the 50 metre arc against Collingwood.  The final horn has gone and there's a Four'n'Twenty pie in my hand.  I can hardly watch in excitement...

It skews off Nic-Nat's boot.  I sigh.  The pie falls.

[i]I'm there.[/i]

Before meat and pastry even sully the concrete in Perth's stadium I'm standing amongst gum trees on the eastern seaboard.

A private Wolfmother concert is taking place on Russell Crowe's estate.  It's night time and I'm rocking out to Andrew Stockdale's guitar and vocals as "Mind's Eye" hangs on the night's air.

"Excuse me, sir?  Do you have an invitation?"

I turn and see a man in a suit, wearing an earpiece and sunglasses at night.

"Aww yeah, mate.  Sorry.  I'm one of Rusty's rugby players.  He gave us each an invite on the off chance we couldn't play down in Melbourne tomorrow..." I fumble behind me for the "invitation", he becomes less distracted by the words and more interested in the strange light that's being produced behind me.

"...see I wrecked my finger in training.  Ah!  There it is!"

I step back towards the light source.

"It was this one!  Sit and spin, dickhead!"  I show him the middle digit, grab my crotch and fall away from the scene, letting my final words "YOU GUYS ROCK!" hang in the air, called by a man who isn't there.

[i]I'm there.[/i]

I sit from a distance and watch the sunset across Uluru.  I like to catch this every day.  I never watch the sun go all the way down though.  Kata Tjuta is about 25 clicks to the west and I like to race the sun and watch it finally fall from there.  Music still hangs in my ears as I smile, I caught enough of the air that the sound waves were travelling through and second hand drums and guitar cross not just my own mindscape but the physical plane as well.

A perfectly captured moment.

I watch as the sun winks below the sandstone monolith.  It's edge ever so slightly obscured to one side.

My hands dance and reality sings.

[i]I'm there.[/i]

I see the old man hovering.  I look upon the mighty rocks.  We perch upon the Mount like old Wanambi whose breath could forge cyclone-force winds.  New protectors of this sacred earth.

I look upon the sun and once again it is winking, as it falls below one of the colossal stones.  It's not the only thing winking.  He approaches.  The spy.

"It's time."

I look back to my elder, Gateway.

"Not him.  Just you.  You're an Avenger now."

His name is Fury.  His stern face doesn't show any right now but i could absolutely believe that plenty lies beneath the surface.  Hidden.  Like much in this man's life.

I turn to farewell my elder but find him gone.  The sound of his laughter hanging on the open air.  Carried by the winds Wanambi, the protector of the past can control.  Fury feels uncomfortable, but he doesn't understand.  He's sending me this message by Wanambi's means to tell me that I'm ready.  A perfectly captured moment.

I hope I prove the old man right.