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[h3]Owen Armstrong[/h3][/center]

[b]Age:[/b] 36

[b]Appearance:[/b] Owen does not cast a physically imposing figure, he stands around average height at five feet and ten inches with a lean slightly athletic frame. His hair is a dark brown shade and at a medium length. A scruffy beard evident on the bottom half of his face and neck. His eyes are green in color, often staring off at his surroundings or stuck in thought. He tends to dress in non eye catching fashions and shades, all part of the goal of blending into crowds when he needs to. He does not carry any weaponry on him or special equipment. 

[b]Para Category:[/b] Beta, threat level 4.

[b]Powers/Abilities:[/b] Owen is technopathic, which grants him control over manmade machinery and crafted metals. He can technokinetically mold, alter and reconstruct these to his will. For example a car could be molded into a robot guardian, crafted and twisted until its been given a humanoid shape then fights in his defense. Or he could strip that same car of its metal sheeting and mold that into a suit of armor for himself or others. One common usage of his power is to strip metals and create a barrier or a walkway. In the past he has ripped guns from the hands of opponents with his mind, then crumbled the firearms like piece of paper. He's also hacked into mechs and turned them to his side. He can interface into computers, cameras and other types of electronics and manipulate them to a degree. Highly protected and encrypted systems give him a lot of trouble. The potential upper limits of his abilities are frightening especially in a world filled to the brim with machines, metal and technology.  

The power is not without its limitations or drawbacks though. He is only able to manipulate machinery, metals and technology within his vision and it must be man made. He can not control natural earth occurring metals unless they have been first crafted by human hands. He believes he may one day be able to use his powers to that extent but has been utterly unable to so far. Prolonged usage of the power or at massive capacities tires him. A particularly stressful experimentation of his powers nearly led him to blackout. 

[b]Skills:[/b]
[list][*] As a talented engineer even before gaining his powers Owen is very creative and detail oriented. He's a resourceful man with a focused thought process. As well as an intelligent, college educated man with years of experience in a difficult field. It is difficult to catch him off guard. 
[*] Owen has taken it upon himself to learn a few forms of martial arts in the name of self defense. While he is not a deadly unarmed combatant he can hold his own in a brawl against less trained opponents.
[*] In his time as a parahuman he's put it upon himself to do whatever it takes to survive. He's ruthless in his ways and actions, doing anything needed to thrive, prosper and evade capture/death. Nothing is out of question when his own status is on the line. [/list]

[b]Weaknesses:[/b][list]
[*] Other than his technopathic powers he is entirely human. He bleeds just the same as every other person. 
[*] Owen's mental stability is in question due to recent traumatic events, the state of the world an his status as a wanted parahuman. He's much less trusting of people that he once was and is suspicious of others true intentions. He has no qualms with turning his back and fleeing as self preservation registers highly for him. He's had to resort to some worrisome deeds in order to survive. 
[*] He's a bit of a loner, he does not make many friends or allies. His lack of trust comes into this very strongly.
[*] He's a known parahuman, having committed several crimes to get by and further himself. The general public may not know his face but the authorities do. While he has done nothing sadistic or inhuman he has been connected to multiple break ins, robberies and hostage takings. [/list]

[b]Brief History:[/b] Owen was born into a poorer family in the slummier districts of southern California. As an only child raised by a single mother he had an at times, rough childhood. His father was never in the picture and he can't recall a single memory involving the man. His mother, Jocelyn told him his father took off for the east shortly after Owen was born and never heard from again. His mother worked in a factory and did everything she could to give her son a happy life. He repaid his mother's devotion for him by focusing intently on schoolwork. Even though he'd often come home bruised from being frequently bullied. He never had many friends in school, or was ever the most social of children. He'd find his sanity in machinery, a deep fascination with robotics from a young age would serve as an ironic sign of his future self. He finished near the top of his class and was given a scholarship to the prestigious Stanford University where he'd enroll in their engineering program. 

The future seemed ever bright to the intelligent Owen. College was much the same as high school, minus the bullying, thankfully. He put his head down and focused strongly on schoolwork until the day he walked out with his degree. Tragedy would strike a few days after his graduation as his mother was killed in a mugging. The event had a profound effect on the wide eyed Owen, affecting him deeply for months. He'd push himself forward and get a job at AeroVironment, a robotics company which manufactured unmanned robotics for several of the world's militaries. Owen would play a strong hand in the progress and development of multiple projects, earning himself a reputation within the company and within the field. He'd move on from the company in 2042, taking a higher paid position across the country in Marlon in 2042 for the Lorne Corporation's robotic's division. 

His work with Lorne would earn him more accolades, though being employed by such a massive company in a cutthroat city would change him. Still the job was good and filled his wants in life, he'd even fall in love with a fellow employee, Bethany Robinson who he'd maintain a romantic relationship with for a few years up until the catastrophic event at the Tower. Owen was struck by the wave of energy, finding himself embedded with strange powers. His experimentation with his newfound abilities both intrigued and frightened him. He did not seek out to become a hero or cause trouble, instead he continued to try to live his normal life and hide his technopathicness. Bethany never approved of the powers, they frightened her deeply. It would be the cause of several fights between the two.

After one rough confrontation between the two Owen angrily lashed out and released his powers. He shifted the inside of his apartment, molding and shaking every piece of machinery in it. Windows shattered and the door launched off the hinges as the enraged Owen was not able to control his still newfound abilities. Bethany ran away terrified, tears streaming down her face as crooked pieces of metal jutted from the walls, floor and ceiling. As Owen ran after her, trying to get her back the police were called and he had to flee. He lost his job at Lorne Corporation and found himself wanted by the authorities. Since then Owen has has had to live a much different life, moving from place to place constantly. He's begun to dip into using his powers, seeing how far he can take them, how powerful he can become. All while remaining angry at the world. 

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Plain black and white sneakers clicked against the sidewalk as Owen walked calmly through the bustling streets of Marlon. One of his hands moved towards his head, adjusting his baseball cap as he continued his silent stride, careful to avoid walking into any passerbys. The moon sat high in the sky as the megacity's lights flooded the skyline. It was never truly dark anywhere in the bustling Marlon. Traffic blared by on the streets, a horn honking loudly at a near collision between two cars. The parahuman gave a short glance at the scene as he continued his night time stride. The bus stop was in sight, not even a block away. A smile of relief came to his face as he was a few minutes early. He'd be able to relax then take a ride through the streets, into a safer part of the megacity. He picked up his pace slightly, side stepping two conversing denizens smoking cigarettes leisurely.

Owen tucked his hands into his sweatshirt's pockets, a cool fall breeze tapping against his exposed hands before he tucked them away. He could hear the sound of a guitar beginning strummed nearby as a street musician played an old rock song. The man's fingers danced across the frets as he picked up the pace, a small crowd having gathered around him to watch. An open instrument case sat by him where some of the audience had placed dollars before continuing to go about their day. The parahuman narrowed his eyes as he tried to recall the song, it might have been an old tune by the Eagles. The song struck a tone inside the wanted super powered man. It caused him to think of better days. He took a moment to watch and listen as he removed two dollars from his pocket. Then he dropped them wordlessly into the case before continuing on his way. The musician giving a thankful smile and nod as Owen turned back towards the bus stop.

As he emerged from the small crowd he unwittingly locked eyes with a person standing to the side. Then he felt his stride pick up slightly as he realized it was a policeman. The officer moved as the two met gazes, recognizing Owen from the profile on the police database as well as the occasional plastered wanted screens around the city. The man spoke out a few words as Owen kept the walk, so very close the bus stop. He felt a nervous chill go down his spine as he understood the officer's words.

"Hey you, slow down. Come here for just one second!" The words caused the parahuman to blink, and against his better judgement he stopped in his stride. He could've booked it and dashed into the crowd, gotten lost in the city's lights and continue his vigilante escapade. 

"Can I help you officer?" Owen calmly replied as he turned, hands coming out of his pockets. He could feel his heart rate rising slowly as the officer took another step towards him. 

"I know you. You're that metal bending para." The policeman said forcefully, taking another step closer. 

"You're mistaken, I'm not one of those freaks." Owen said, reacting with a false confusion and disgust. It did not stop the officer as one of the man's hands went towards his hip, resting momentarily on his sidearm. 

"No I'm sure of it. You've done a lot of bad things, your face is in our parahuman database. I'm gonna have to ask you to come with me." The officer replied as his other hand went for his handcuffs. Owen began to raise his hands upwards.

"No, no I'm not. You're wrong. This is all a big misunderstanding, I don't know what you're talking about." Owen shot back, his voice evident with nervousness. It was at that moment he took notice of a metallic mailbox on the sidewalk, the insignia of the post office evident on it.

"Come with me quietly. I don't want this to escalate." The officer added, still not having drawn his pistol. The man was hoping for a diplomatic, peaceful situation. Sadly, no such thing would occur. He'd never let himself be captured. He'd heard horror stories of the parahumans that had been taken away and caged. 

The mailbox shook forcefully, lifting off the ground and drawing the immediate attention of the policeman and all the surrounding pedestrians. The gun came out of the officer's holster, clenched in his hand, finger on the trigger and pointed at Owen. The metallic mailbox launched towards the man, hurling through the air as it slammed into his side and sending him to the hard concrete ground. A bullet shot off with a scream, a reaction shot that hit nothing but the air. The scene had exploded into chaos within a split second. Mail spewed across the sidewalk as the mailbox skidded to a halt, released from Owen's control. The sound of metal screeching against pavement only drew more eyes to the scene. The pistol had also slide across the floor before it levitated upwards, floating in front of the parahuman in his control.

"Please, don't. Please." The downed man begged as the parahuman looked down at him, several of his ribs cracked from the collision with the mailbox. Owen breathed heavily, briefly considering putting a bullet between the man's eyes so that he could not radio to the others. The tension hung in the air heavily.

Then the parahuman acted with the eyes of the crowd upon him. He ripped the police radio from the man's belt, then reduced it to pieces, along with the gun. Both fell apart like a puzzle losing its pieces, leaving a crumbled mess of formerly assembled pieces on the sidewalk. He'd shown mercy and solved the momentary issue of more authorities coming for his capture. But they would arrive soon regardless, he had to move. Then Owen ran, sprinting as fast he could down an alleyway. A few moments later the crowd followed, finding a dark alley and a bent fence in which the parahuman had manipulated then scaled over. 
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