Kuro
Charles Gannon
Name:
Charles Gannon
Nick-Names:
None
Gender:
Male
Species:
Human
Occupation:
Student
Place Of Origin:
Long Island, NY
Alias:
Molecar “Maul-e-car”
Age:
17
Birthday:
August 21 2003
Physical Description:
Weight: 175
Height: 6'2"
Skin: White
Eyes: Green
Hair:LT Auburn
Relationship Status:
Single
Sexuality:
Hetero
Partner:
NA
Father:
Unknown
Mother:
Unkown
Siblings:
None
Personality:
♦ Arrogant
♦ Low Social skills
♦ Sarcastic
♦ Cruel prankster
♦ Impatient
♦ Wants to help everyone but is leary of being used
Likes:
✔ Studying
✔ elaborate pranks
✔ Aerostatics
✔ Geology
✔ Chemistry
✔ Latin (fluent in scientific Latin
✔ Physics
✔ elaborate pranks
✔ Aerostatics
✔ Geology
✔ Chemistry
✔ Latin (fluent in scientific Latin
✔ Physics
Dislikes:
✘ People that push him into social situations
✘ People who take their actions for granted
✘ People who refuse to let him explain when asked
✘ ignorant people
✘ Being made to look the fool
✘ People who take their actions for granted
✘ People who refuse to let him explain when asked
✘ ignorant people
✘ Being made to look the fool
Hobbies:
testing reactions of elements when combined (extremely dangerous), Scientific journals.
Strengths:
⇋ Focus
⇌ Molecular science
⇋ Open and honest
⇌ Molecular science
⇋ Open and honest
Weaknesses:
☠ He has little social interaction and doesn’t realise why someone would be offended by hearing the truth.
☠ He must know the molecular makeup of what he is trying to alter.
☠ Cannot effect gold or silver and cannot alter something into them.
☠ allergy to Iridium
☠ He must know the molecular makeup of what he is trying to alter.
☠ Cannot effect gold or silver and cannot alter something into them.
☠ allergy to Iridium
Biography:
Charles was two years old when unknown mutants were involved in a gang war and both his parents died in that battle. The situation received some media coverage. He has no memory of his parents and no one has ever had the opportunity to tell him. He was put up for adoption by the state and quickly adopted by what turned out to be a private scientific brain trust. Their goal was to raise several people on purely scientific principles and studies to come up with a “Super Science”. There were 10 kids in his group each renamed after Science Fiction writers. Although his group were highly learned in scientific skills the project yielded no new science and the kids were sent to different private schools. Charles however, showed promise in another way, his powers had manifested five years earlier when he was 12 and they deemed him too dangerous to let out into the general public. Word got out about the project however, and (insert random group here, probably Hydra but Charles does not know) attacked the compound. Charles was ferreted out of the compound before the attack, shoved in a car, given a suitcase, and told to find his way to the Ashford Institute. Then turning to the driver Dr. Gourley said “The attack should be any minute; let nothing stop you.” Dr. Gourley had been the scientist assigned to him. Charles supposed the Dr. was the closest thing to a father he had.
Charles reached out to sense the only place he ever knew as home. It had been an old missile Silo; converted for the brain trusts purposes. He felt what had been the familiar molecules that made up the compound. Abruptly sounds permeated from; what seemed like, all directions. Popping sounds mixed with screams seemingly cut short and louder booms. The area Charles was sensing filled with excited molecules and metals. It got harder to sense the area as the driver had been driving this whole time and the distance was quickly too great. Charles strained, trying desperately to understand the myriad of molecules filling and mixing with the air back there until the strain became too much and he passed out. When Charles finally came too they were in another car apparently leaving Benson, AZ according to the road signs.
The driver looked back, "You ok back there? You had me worried for a minute. They shouldn't be able to trace this car and I should have you at Ashford sometime tomorrow morning. Get some rest."
Charles was tired still so sleep wasn't hard to find. He had so many questions for which he didn't have the answers, but he couldn't find the words. He decided a nap was best as he couldn't figure out where to start.
It was bright outside when the the driver shook him. "You hungry?"
Charles blinked at the sun coming in the window. "Yes sir, where are we?"
"A truck stop just outside L.A. I figured you might want something to eat and your probably confused enough as it is." The driver said in a dry matter of fact way.
Charles got out of the car grabbing the briefcase. "How much farther to this place? And why am I going there anyway my powers make it restrictive for me?"
The driver stopped and bent down close to Charles' ear and in a not so friendly voice, "Listen, out here we don't talk about your powers. Hell I don't even know what they are or care to. Dr. Gourley intel just said this place is relatively knew and caters to kids with "special needs" such as yours." Standing up and heading to the truck stop he looked over his shoulder, "This place has some of the best waffles."
It was obvious the Charles that was all this guy was going to tell him. The breakfast was good and afterwards it was only a half hour before he being dropped off at the gates of the Ashford Institute.
Charles reached out to sense the only place he ever knew as home. It had been an old missile Silo; converted for the brain trusts purposes. He felt what had been the familiar molecules that made up the compound. Abruptly sounds permeated from; what seemed like, all directions. Popping sounds mixed with screams seemingly cut short and louder booms. The area Charles was sensing filled with excited molecules and metals. It got harder to sense the area as the driver had been driving this whole time and the distance was quickly too great. Charles strained, trying desperately to understand the myriad of molecules filling and mixing with the air back there until the strain became too much and he passed out. When Charles finally came too they were in another car apparently leaving Benson, AZ according to the road signs.
The driver looked back, "You ok back there? You had me worried for a minute. They shouldn't be able to trace this car and I should have you at Ashford sometime tomorrow morning. Get some rest."
Charles was tired still so sleep wasn't hard to find. He had so many questions for which he didn't have the answers, but he couldn't find the words. He decided a nap was best as he couldn't figure out where to start.
It was bright outside when the the driver shook him. "You hungry?"
Charles blinked at the sun coming in the window. "Yes sir, where are we?"
"A truck stop just outside L.A. I figured you might want something to eat and your probably confused enough as it is." The driver said in a dry matter of fact way.
Charles got out of the car grabbing the briefcase. "How much farther to this place? And why am I going there anyway my powers make it restrictive for me?"
The driver stopped and bent down close to Charles' ear and in a not so friendly voice, "Listen, out here we don't talk about your powers. Hell I don't even know what they are or care to. Dr. Gourley intel just said this place is relatively knew and caters to kids with "special needs" such as yours." Standing up and heading to the truck stop he looked over his shoulder, "This place has some of the best waffles."
It was obvious the Charles that was all this guy was going to tell him. The breakfast was good and afterwards it was only a half hour before he being dropped off at the gates of the Ashford Institute.
Powers
He has the ability of Molecular Manipulation. This is facilitated with an ability to sense and identify molecules without the need of equipment. He can move molecules as well as increase or decrease density in objects.
Known uses of powers:
Molecular Manipulation:
⇌ Density control: By adding or subtracting molecules to an object he can its density ie: with gases he can add more hydrogen to an area making it more volatile or nitrogen to make the area more conductive or adjust oxygen levels to pressurize or depressurize an area. With objects he can make them stronger, weaker, heavier, lighter, brittle, or supple.
☠ This takes time depending on objective and plot necessity.
☠ It is only fair to note that if he removes molecules from an area, they go somewhere else with potentially disastrous or unintended results. (GM’s should feel free to mess with him on this especially if he needs to be reigned in or you just think it would be funny.)
☠ It is only fair to note that if he removes molecules from an area, they go somewhere else with potentially disastrous or unintended results. (GM’s should feel free to mess with him on this especially if he needs to be reigned in or you just think it would be funny.)
Alter shape and/or purpose: By rearranging molecules he can physically alter the form of almost any material and in some cases can merge two or more ores to create new compounds.
☠ This takes time depending on objective and plot necessity.
☠ This causes stress on his body compounded per 1 pound of mass.
☠ This causes stress on his body compounded per 1 pound of mass.
Molecular Sense:
⇌ Identify: By focusing on an object he can determine its molecular makeup and design without the need of equipment.
☠ This is provided that it is recognizable within his studies. Although he would still feel the molecules that are presently foreign to him he would have no way of determining a purpose.
⇌ Sense: He can sense in general for the presence of molecules and determine where they are from him.
All abilities:
☠ Must be actively used and do not trigger on their own.
☠ At this time, he cannot affect skin or anything through skin and is limited by his particular field of study.
☠ He also cannot affect silver or gold.
☠ He must know the molecular makeup of anything he changes as well as what he is trying to create.
☠ At this time, he cannot affect skin or anything through skin and is limited by his particular field of study.
☠ He also cannot affect silver or gold.
☠ He must know the molecular makeup of anything he changes as well as what he is trying to create.
