smarty0114 Member

I'm in

Thanks :)

I'd like to reserve the Mage

John walked down the street, his messenger bag bumping against his thigh. He had been contacted by an old friend of his from California who said that people were asking about him. He had looked into it and been told to come to a building in New York. He was intrigued to say the least. John had been going as TK for the past couple of years, so the fact that anyone had figured out who he was made him suspect that they were very intelligent and resourceful. He reached the building and was blasted in the face by warm air, a stark contrast to the cold winds of the city. He walked around the entry way, his feet smacking against the cold tile and sending echoes through out the building. As he began searching through the building he came across a living room of sorts. A living room that was already occupied. Sitting on the half circle couch was a guy who didn't seem much older than him. He walked over and waved. "So are you the reason I'm here or is that someone else?"

Name:John Doyle Alias:TK Age:17 Gender:Male Skills/Powers:Telekinesis, and some heightened reflexes but nothing super human. Equipment (Doesn’t have to be weapons): Outfit that has Kevlar placed at vital points like lungs, the heart, and the knees. You never know who's out to kill you when you're a mutant who cheats at poker. Personality:John is self preserving, sarcastic little rat. Or at least that's how most would describe him. To his friends however, he's a loyal, sarcastic little shit. John is the kind of guy who will betray you for a couple of bucks, unless of course you've grown to become his friends. Which is a notable task since the sarcasm is used to keep most people out of his life. Besides that, he's smart and resourceful, always prepared for the worst case scenario. Weakness: John's weaknesses are few and far between.First off he's terrified of spiders. From big to small, if you drop one near him, you can be pretty sure that he won't be moving. He's also very loyal to his friends and will sacrifice himself to save them, even if that means pain and suffering for himself. In the powers department he cant lift anything much heavier than a car, and even then he can't lift it that high. History: John was born in California to two loving parents. He learned to walk and talk in the comfort of a two story home in the suburbs of Sacramento. Until one day, his mother found him levitating all the furniture in the living room. From then on, things were different. His parents loved him but he saw the fear in their eyes. And then, four years ago he got into a fight with his parents that resulted in his father being thrown into a wall by his telekinesis. John ran far and fast. He hasn't been back since. When he was fifteen he started stealing cars so he could learn how to drive, and then got himself a license from a less than appealing man operating out of a warehouse when he was 16. He heard about the gathering of mutants in NYC and made his way there. Appearance: Other:United

Sorry I didn't post. I just never found the time. I'll join the new one.

Just after Ice had left to investigate John had heard a rustling behind him. He spun around to look and was met with the butt of a gun, cracking him in the jaw. He collapsed, unconscious on the floor of the ground. Four Blades stepped forward and picked him up, carrying him back towards the city. They eventually reached a nicer looking apartment that served as their current base. It was right near the bridge back to America, and had a nice view of the rundown city. The Blades threw John in a room on the third floor. It had been retrofitted to contain Outcasts. Miniature nodes had been placed throughout the room that would dampen his powers, preventing him from being too destructive. In other words, he was screwed.

Sorry I was MIA for the past few days. I thought I would have time to post at night but I was pretty much too exhausted to post most nigt. I'll post once I get caught up.

Well if supers are well known then you could do a History of Supers sort of thing

John sprinted towards the bank, stopping when he reached the side of the building. He focused on his feet and slowly he began floating up to the roof. He kept his eyes closed, intent on keeping himself floating. It was hard for him to levitate himself but he could do it, albeit very slowly and with a ton of concentration. Finally he reached the roof and he dropped onto it. He breathed heavily, waiting for the others.