@DreadActually, those three to me are pretty normal as their powers do not need much nerfs in order to be balanced in the Marvel's world. But in order to be the most balanced, I guess it is on your own. Like the only problem that I could sense for the few of those is how those power interact with the boss.
For example, let's take Mystique's shapeshifting ability. Her ability is almost godlike in getting in the most secretive zones with the only weakness is her inability to having the same memories for those who she became. On a side note, maybe she is extremely weak to the blood test, seeing how her blood is way off the chart compared to normal people. And for Rougue, she is a walking time bomb. In some cases, her personality was replaced by those that she touched, rendering her to be quite unstable. And the fact is that she never killed anyone but only sending the victims to vegetation states through touches can easily revealed her tracks if she is not careful. And for Rogue, she is a walking time bomb. In some cases, her personality was replaced by those that she touched, rendering her to be quite unstable. And the fact is that she never killed anyone but only sending the victims to vegetation states through touches can easily reveal her tracks if she is not careful. And for Nightcrawler’s ability to teleport himself over a distance is largely limited by his ability to recall the imageries and how fast he can do it.
So in all, they have already been quite balanced in my sense. It is just how you write it I guess. Anyway, that is just my thinking. I hope that it is helpful somehow.
Full Name: Zhang Yi Liu Nickname: The New Comer Age: 17
Gender: Male Place of Birth: New York Grade: 11
Strengths:
Fast learner: Zhang learns fast when comparing to his peers. Just set an example and the boy could easily follow by. This trait of him allows the young boy to easily grasp trivial concepts like geometry and chemistry while providing no help in literature or activities that required physical exertion.
120% effort: Zhang tries hard to complete his task and turn in his homework on due dates while still ensuring its quality is at its best during completion.
Karate: Although sound cools, Zhang only knows to do one thing in Karate, deflection. The boys could easily deflect oncoming attacks but lack any experiences in returning damage.
Swimming/Climbing: Zhang excels at both of these activities. It may have something to do with his weight though.
Weaknesses:
Near-sighted: As the name implied, Zhang is very near-sighted. Without the aid of his glasses, the boy is illiterate when trying to read any books that are placed further than 50cm from his eyes. 20 meters or more and everything seems to have its own duplication. Although he could squint to see clearer, doing so would put much strain on his eyes which will inevitably be resulted in tearings.
Temperature sensitive: The boy is extremely sensitive to temperatures differences. Although everybody else may complain about how hot it is, it is not a strange sight for Zhang to ask to increase the temperature. Staying at 30 degrees Celsius is enough for this kid to catch a cold.
Selfish: Although he may appear to be a selfless person, Zhang is actually a very selfish person. He has a strong desire of owning everything.
Malnourished: The boy’s body is underweight compared to the average Body Mass Index (BMI). This causes him many troubles in physical activities like push-ups or marathons and making him an unsuitable candidate for physical demanding activity.
Cursed Bloodline: His father has high cholesterol problems. His grandmother has Alzheimer during her 60s. His grandfather died due to pneumonia caused by Parkinson. In truth, Zhang is a loser at genetic gambling. Although there are no current problems with his physical health, Zhang possibility to have any of those three mentioned diseases is very likely.
Mental medication: Because of having these illusions of unreal voices and imageries, Zhang is required to take medications for the safety of himself and those around him. And although he may appear to be normal, Zhang does not prefer anyone to mention his current state.
Weight Illusion: Although being a boy, Zhang is currently having an illusion of losing weight to appear thinner. And you don’t need further explanation to see how he got malnourishment.
Belongings:
Glasses: Without it, Zhang is basically blind.
Relationships:
Cixin Liu: Zhang’s uncle. He works as a psychiatrist at the town. Although having a quite important job, there aren’t that many people that needed his help. So in his free time, Cixin usually prefer to read some books or practicing his arts. His mother sent Zhang to live with his uncle due to his specialty in mental problems.
Joshua Martinez: An employee at Youngster’s Paradise. He is probably one of the few that knew where Zhang usually went to. Although they didn’t talk much, Josh does possess some knowledge about his friend’s condition.
Jasmine Chang: Zhang’s mother. She is a manager at the Sheraton New York Times Square Hotel. A hardworking and lovable person, there aren’t enough words to describe a person who raised a child by herself in the hustle and bustle of New York City. Although wanted to stay by his side during his treatments, the job that provided her livelihood and his medication won’t allow her for a soft moment. In return, she makes sure to call him every night and morning. But Zhang’s feelings toward his mother are mixed. A part of him is emotionally attached to her commitment and determination. But a part of him is fueled by rage and a sense of disgust at his mother’s girlfriend. It is not that Zhang has some prejudices toward LGBT people. It is just his heart could not accept the reality of his mother having another one. In his imagination, she was supposed to be in more pain and guilt and not taking another step.
Wang Liu: Zhang’s father. He used to own a construction company. But due to an accident, he left the mortal realm on Zhang’s birthday. For his father’s death, Zhang had always pressed himself, despite the fact that his father passing is nothing more than an accident.
Fun Fact: Zhang could complete one book, 400 pages thick, within 8 hours while still possessed some relatively good idea about what is being written. A task that few of his peers could compare.
Introduction:
Today is a sunny day. School has just been over, yet the heat was already unbearable. On the news, reporters reported multiple bushfires in California. Meteorologists warned about an imminent heat wave across the east side of the nation. Another petition of those environmentalists before the White House, asking the government to take further action in reducing the CO2 emission at the next Paris Convention. Another topic was born Reddit, asking the question of how humankind would meet its doom and probably pointing out how horrible human race is to its homeland.
But for the majority of the world, people don’t care. They already had enough trouble in their workplaces, in their houses and the expectations to care for those frivolous things. And who can blame them? Out of a thousand, eight had just passed out. Out of a thousand, nineteen cries of newborns was heard. And out of that vast place that the people there don’t know people here, a happy birthday song is sung as well as tears were shed for those buried underground or cremated.
Understatement is an overrated word. None can truly understand the real meaning of grief. But yet, here they stand, griefing about Wang’s death. The sun is bright with no hinted of clouds in the sky. The hot breeze of summer swept the family graveyard, making a few to clutch for their hats. The children, the innocent ones, laugh out as they played hide and seek, completely unnoticed of the sadness and the unspeakable weight of the coffin that is slowly descending into the brown earth. Clutching a small heap of sand in hands, the grown-up slowly approaches the pit. It was a normal pit, where the corpse and the coffin are thrown in, waiting for its inevitable decomposition in a decade or more. But to them, to the Liu’s family, it was not a normal grave. When placing in, the person will cut his or her communication with the mortal realm, devoid of all links to their loved ones. And despite the patriarch of the family said that his father would be with his grandfather and his great-grandfather, Zhang knew it was not cased. The answer did not suffice to how his mother reacts to his father’s death, despite her knowledge about the family’s custom. He could still remember his mother when she received the news of her husband’s death, the poor soul fainted. The next thing that he knew was how his mother cried against another woman’s chest, practically pouring her soul out for the strange woman.
And now, after two weeks, she was still heartbroken by her husband’s death. The figure in black pained him, urging him to tell his mom that everything is going to be alright. To promise her that he will do anything to make his father proud, to live up his name. To provide her with a place to lie upon. But deep down, Zhang knew it would never be true. By her side, he saw a strange figure that he had forced to be familiarized with these few days. Her name was Talia if he was unmistaken, a Bengali by blood and a rightful citizen of United and States. Her English was extraordinary, only using of what they called “Southern England” accent. Her posture was well trained, crossed legs when seated, straightened back even when talking casually with mom, used this certain spoons/ forks/ knives for this very course. In fact, pointed out if he is wrong, but Zhang thinks it is possible that mom’s interest and practice of having three separate courses spark from this very individual. This person, this alien, is so strange to him. And mom, the person that Zhang thought he knew very well of, who is she? Is she the person that went straight from home after work? Is she the person that likes Yao Beina, or just a woman that likes this music in order to fit with her lover? And is the love she used to tell so proudly of belonging to father or this stranger?
Zhang knew how much understanding he needs to give to his mother during these crisis states. But he doesn’t know how long he could maintain to be deaf and blind. What was his mother thinking? Bring a complete stranger and having no links to the family coming here. His hand clasps against each other, feeling the shapes of bones protrude from his white gloves. Just like every other male of the family, Zhang wears a white suit today. The sunlight reflected from his suit highlighted the uncomfortable sense of feeling he is currently having. In some strange and backward logic, his father’s death felt insignificant compared to the strange figure’s that his mother’s head is resting on.
“Zhang Yi Liu. The oldest son of the Liu’s family.”
The shout from the monk draws Zhang’ s attention back to his father. Coming out from the line, Zhang slowly approached his father’s grave. His eyes, with the aid of the thick glasses, slowly absorbing the details of the grave. There were only four significant things to be noticed from the grave. First, the black marble and the inscription on its surface. Secondly, the father’s picture and his soft smile. Thirdly, the white numbers 24.6.1978- 1.6.2017. Finally, a quote. Although there are more to say about his father grave, Zhang’s attention couldn't be used on his father’s resting place. Somehow, his mother sobbing came to a stop during his kowtowing. Quickly completing his kowtowing along with his uncles, another two head families patriarchs, Zhang back out from the queue and letting others to pay their respect. His heart weighted to how Talia clutches her hand in Jasmine's trembling hands. Her tears had come to stop somehow only trouble Zhang's mind furthermore, knowing well that it was an accomplishment from a complete stranger.
The rest of the ceremony was quick. And before he knew it, the ceremony was over. The sun was in the middle of the sky. The child waves of laughter had come to a stop. And far away, his mother was being guided to her car by Talia. His mother is more relieved now, seemingly collecting some parts of her heart after the incidents. But still, the scars run deep and hard to mend. Her husband’s death was too much for her heart to take another step. But no matter how hard he tried, Zhang could not sweep the image of Talia stopped his mother from crying. He knew understanding for his mother’s current state is required, but just how much before that stranger take her away from him?
@Ruby In this timeline, did Wolverine died in 2018 instead of 2014? Like what Earth universe should we read to gain some insight about the background? That is what I am asking if the question confused you. Sorry for my wording.
