Alias: Light Screen
Age: 19
Race: Mutant
Alignment:
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9
Weight: 150
Strength: Athlete
Personality: Brash. Uncouth
Appearance:
Details: A very upfront fellow, not afraid in the slightest of getting himself headlong into trouble, usually by form of cutting insults and other such remarks such as '#*(% YOU ya Tard!' A very wonderful person to have a intellectual conversation with.
Occupation: Freelancer
Education: Highschool
Alliance:n/a
Base:n/a
Weapon(s): (optional)
Skill(s): Basic martial arts, street fighting, and a fair amount of Boxing.
Weaknesses: He isn't the brightest of the bunch.
Powers: Barrier manipulation - Of all the many vast powers that David could have procured in the Grab bag mutant gene pool, he ended up with something less then astonishing. Barriers. Mind you pretty damned malleable barriers, but barriers none the less. He makes em big, almost ten yards across at that. He makes em small, hand held at that. Hell he can even make them BEND! yes BEND! He can mold em' he can crush em'! He can even make a ball out of them! albeit one that only he can bounce, but hey! it's something! To make him that much more of a threat, David is able to launch his variously formed barriers in the form of projectiles. Yes! Projectiles! From spheres, to discs, to corkscrews! If he can make it he can throw it! While not tied to mental creation, his ability to create and manipulate barriers seems more tied to his body. He has no idea why, nor much reason to care.
Origin of Powers: Born with em'
Relatives: None
Biography:
Growing up in one of the seedier parts of Brooklyn, David had to adapt his powers quick in order to make it from one day to the next. Being a kid was hard enough, but being a Mutant made it quiet another. While he looked no different from any other person, it was his ability to block flying projectiles, mostly at his head, that kept him alive. Never knowing his parents, like most kids in his neighborhood, David stayed at a small rundown orphanage for lost kids such as himself. While he was accepted there for who he was, just another lost brat, he was all the same treated with a distance due to his mutant heritage. It wasn't his fault, but hey when you're a kid, it never quiet seems that way.
Skipping on through life, we find a slightly older David, just now entering those ever so awkward Teen years. By this point, David's barrier ability was like a finely oiled machine, wrapping him in a protective bubble should any danger happen to come with in his vicinity with out much of a thought of it. Years of running, hiding, and protecting himself from child and adult alike pushed him to his limits, constantly having to fend for himself through the gang ridden streets of Brooklyn. One would of normally snapped from under the strain of it all, but not good ol' David. Oh no. He just got angry and damned was he ever creative with it.
By his fifteenth year, David had begun to slowly but surely manipulate his barriers as if there were just clay to him. He would bend them this way, stretch them that. It would quiet a amusing thing for him. It would be some months before he would finally start making real shapes with the barriers, like very sharp cutting discs for one. Or maybe a long pipe, y'know in case a metal one was not with in arms distance.
By now one must wonder, why the hell has this kid not joined some anti human mutant group by now? Remember that orphanage mentioned earlier on? Yea they manage to hammer some morals into him over the years before he finally cut loose of the place. So with morals in one hand, a sock filled with quarters in another, Young David made his way to the Xavier school looking to do something decent with his young life, or at least try to. To bad that never quiet worked out. The whole understanding those who hate you, using your powers for protecting aforementioned others never struck David as a shining future.
