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Name: Saffron Manchester 

Age: 18, August 16th, 2050

Personality: He would like to say he is relaxed, but he is just the person who does a lot of stuff in quiet. He sets very strict routines for himself and his response is “my schedule is my schedule, and I don’t change my schedule.” Other then that he loves helping people, it’s why he thought the military was a good suit for him. He becomes clueless in what to do in complicated situations that involve him and usually just tries to ignore it and hope it works out 

Family:

Father: Samuel Manchester Age 52. A well known and respected Doctor. He holds the stance that Slirl could prove to be dangerous and lead to an opium like epidemic that happened in the early 21st century. He held a strong stance on it to this day. Saffron doesn’t partially get along with his father

Mother: Maria Manchester Age 49. She was my father’s first love and is still to this day. She works at the clinic with my father as a RN. She holds a lot of the same political stances as my father. Unlike my father, she believes that childhood should be filled with freedom and support rather than rigid schedules and strict obedience.

Power: His power consists of major boost to his endurance and durability. Not only that he seemed to get stronger when he was being pushed. The longer he was pushed the stronger he became.This came with the benefit that he felt closer to the earth than before. His hair changed to this unnatural yellow. He also knows that the longer he is pushed the more he feels the want to keep going like he is on some kind of drug. It would also make his eyes increasingly more yellow to the point of neon if he let himself get too pushed. Because of this he tries to remain at a normal pace.

Thoughts on drug: At first Saffron was fine with the drug, He didn’t interact with it at all until he was 17. And even after the change he didn’t blame the drug for what happened. His father told him that he didn’t trust it, but saffron ignored his fathers warnings and took the drug either way. He blames himself for what has happened to him not the drug

Thoughts on the change: He was freaked out about the changes. If his recruiter or father found out it would ruin his life so he has to hide it. He did find the extra endurance to be quite useful in basic training for the more physically demanding parts. Though he had to take care in the more high stress ones to avoid being shown

Time at the Mansion: He got there about 2 weeks before the Starting date. I was discovered when I got involved in a fight that got out of hand so quick and was shot at. I lived and with no injury. At this point some people already knew what a misfit was so. I was taken to the Mansion  

Likes: Sports, Martial Arts, Cars, Guns, History Buff, Reading (Almost only fiction though), Volunteering (He picked that up from a good friend named James)

Dislikes: Flakey Personalities, Country Music (Specifically because of his dad), Anime (Usually keeps that to himself though), Disrespect to anyone.

Awakening of Powers:
I was out celebrating with my Friends. I was finally going to join the military after months of convincing mom and dad to let me join. Then James pulled out Some Slirl, I wasn’t going to be able to drink this stuff in the military so lets get some now.

I drink so much Slirl, too much Slirl. I felt great, more alive than I’ve ever been. So I went for a little drive in my Jeep, I was speeding on the backroads in the middle of the night. Bump up and down with the road. I have never been this exhilarated In my life. Then I saw the deer. I swerved as quickly as I could to avoid the deer but I guess I forgot what to do after because I drove straight into a tree and was launched out the windshield, guess I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt. At that moment I just laid there waiting for the pain to kick in that way I could access how dead I was. But the pain never came, I stood up and the only thing damaged on me was my clothes and my phone. But I was fine. I started to freak out and started to just run. Next thing I was at home, in my bed, with a seriously pissed off father. 

He asked if I was okay, I told him I was. He sighed in relief. And then he asked about the car. I squirmed and then admitted to him that it was totaled somewhere in the forest. He sighed again. After that he revoked is signature to let me join the military early.