[hider=Miron Zen] Name: Miron Zen Age: 17 [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/453319437756399618/813486699874877460/Portrait_-_Mad_ParadoxNoFX.png?width=566&height=670[/img] ------------------------- Important items: Tungsten Carbide Band given to him by his mother on his birthday Weapons: 9mm Laser Pistol for defense if he ever actually needs it. Spell List: [hider=Axion Warp : Timespace] Using the primary function of timespace, Miron warps a short distance, within eyesight. Almost completely undetectable other than the slight gravitational wave distortions emitted during the process for a fraction of a second. Requires time to orient himself after warp, and other abilities or weapons cannot be active. [/hider] [hider=Axion Shot : World] Using ambient Exotic matter axions, Miron condenses a small but very dangerous beam. Because of its nature, it does not cauterize a wound like a laser would, but punches holes through people and objects just as effectively. Strong particle barriers prevent the shot, and close range firing of less than half a foot cannot occur without serious repercussions to both him and his target, including but not limited to spontaneous state change. [/hider] [hider=Axion Burst : World] Using ambient exotic matter axions, Miron chooses a point in space within a half kilometer range, condensing the axions into a radial burst. Not enough to damage ships or large war vehicles, but enough to knock over a person if they're on the edge of it, and knock someone out if they themselves are too close. The same effects can be transferred to him if he is not careful of where he decides to place the burst. [/hider] [hider=Minor Particle Analysis: World] All other particles that are free floating, IE flowing electrons, non-visible light, etc, are able to be discerned with some time, they cannot be controlled, however they can be tracked to a source. [/hider] [hider=Axion Blast : World] A short range repulsive blast that seems to be the most basic form of utilization for Miron. By generating an asymmetrical blob of axions, and then directionally releasing it, he creates a heavy blow back force, like being blown away by a hurricane. Usually accompanies him panicking because someone gets to close. [/hider] [hider=Gravity Barrier : World] By emitting a controlled field of Axions, Miron can stop small projectiles and rocket propelled grenades, causing them to freeze in place and fall to the ground. Ex1tremely taxing and he cannot move during use. [/hider] Character Traits: Magitech modification : Because his abilities were so unwieldy at times, he was introduced to primitive MagiTech, in an effort to create something that would assist his abilities. Miron has an accelerated knowledge of magictech workings, and can take little time to discern the function of an item. It works in tandem with particle analysis, to help him also create or disarm weapons and tools. He however cannot tell what materials it is made out of without more time. Therefor don't ask him what something is made of on the spot because he wont know. ------------------------- Short Bio: [hider=Children] Miron Zen was originally from a distant colony, one that was less developed than most, his mother worked in retail, and his father had died in a construction accident. It was tough for her, especially knowing that Miron was essentially on his own with some random stranger every day. But she continued to work, because she loved him, and that's what mothers do. The problem was her health was deteriorating quickly as well, from constant work and little sleep, it was hard for her to find time to take care of the child. Even over the years he learned very quickly how hard it was, and would jump at the opportunity to help his mother with home stuff. A perfect little family, of course he wasn't very proficient at manual work, but he excelled in intellectual stuff. Once his mothers health had deteriorated to the point where she finally admitted she needed care, insurance handled the rest. But that left him alone for the time being. At the age of six, he was taken, while his mother was receiving treatment for deteriorating health, he was seen as a perfect target, and abducted on the way home from the hospital. [/hider] [hider=Control] Constantly told he was doing this to help his mother, that they would provide the best treatment for her. And he believed it, or at least part of him did. He thought if he stayed here it wouldn't have to be a burden on her, and that she would live better, but he asked how she was doing, and every time he was given the same response, just phrased different, "She's responding well" or "Doing great!" The same responses over and over that after a year or two he considered it to be standard procedure, just like most things, having lost most of his will to fight back anyway after being told she was being treated. And that wasn't the end. The pain of loosing skin from a misfire, or the failure to produce a correct frequency was painful when learning his abilities. He hated it. He was too dumb to realize he was a weapon now, too childish to understand what was going wrong, but by sheer luck and perseverance he pulled through the basic understandings. It took years of breakdowns, refits, retries, remodulations, and many, MANY, tissue regenerations. Even for some of the adults watching a misfire of an axion beam, or warp, could be too much, yet after a while he shrugged it off, and regained a casual and childlike attitude, and as the accidents decreased with his ability, he seemed to understand his position a bit more. [/hider] [hider=Test] It had taken years to master, inside a ever changing white complex, that had taken most of his life away, but it was finally time for his real test, as a weapon to fight. Or, as the records show, play with enemy forces, his original job had been to wipe a task force off the map as quick as possible, and that did happen. He had been shown battlefields and been in virtual simulations of fighting, and it was still hard for him to grasp. But the only thing that kept him going was being told that it was protecting his mother, and everyone else he'd have ever met. It turned into a bloody mess, as both sides realized, his abilities didn't seal wounds and merely let them bleed. Aliens he didn't want to kill but had to. A monster using exotic matter and magic to kill was something even Miron realized. It shocked him more than it should have even with the sims and videos. and when his final mission Proxima came around it was his job to perform something in a minor sector, reducing power plants to dust, however he didn't want to kill and tried his best to keep everyone alive, after the first time, he aimed for non lethal spots, used every means at his disposal to knock aliens out instead of kill them, keep them alive. Because either way, if they won, or the aliens won, it would mean he had caused things worthy of his execution, or at least that was his logic. When the treaty rolled around and he was discarded, he made his way home, to find his mother had died some years before, having not been helped like he was told. He asked for days if there was any possibility she was alive and nothing. And with hatred he returned to space. [/hider] Theme Song: [url]https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=X2K_bbvXpzs&feature=share[/url] [/hider]