• Armistead, Krysta
• Atkinson, Heitham
• D'Ore, Charlotte
• Fortune Erikson, Victory
• Gammon, Lila
• Griffin, Bran

• Howard, Katarina
• Magnus, John
• McCown, Justin Michael
• Mitchell, Andrew
• Patroski, Joseph Elias

Though Krysta is officially American, she is originally from a small nation whose existence remains carefully hidden from the rest of the world. From the beginning, her elders and the precepts of her people have guided her, cultivating a peaceful, contemplative lifestyle. She also trained in several crafts over the course of her life, one of the most significant being martial arts, in which she was trained from a very early age. The studies she chose to persue were often associated with or related to: philosophy, psychology, healing, meditation, and spirituality. While some members of her people were gifted with special abilities - and so actively trained to develop them - Krysta did not gain the ability of Temporal Statis until much later.

Long ago, her people had decided to send certain individuals out into the world in order to better maintain the secrecy of their existence and to stay informed on outside affairs. When these individuals alerted her people to the growing mutant population and a probable conflict, it was deemed an emergency situation that required their interference. Krysta eventually volunteered herself, and was selected to go. Together with others who similarly volunteered, she left her beloved home, knowing that she may never return.

"Krysta Armistead" was the false identity she chose for herself. "Krysta" is the wife of "Rock Armistead", who is actually one of her teammates and heir to the incredibly wealthy Armistead estate. Kythera, the estate in New York, is where the team spent the first course of their mission, whose objective was to teach them to successfully integrate into society. Afterwards, the team split up to conduct separate investigations. Krysta chose to stay in the United States, while the others departed for other regions of the world. This left her alone at Kythera, and the transition was more difficult for her than she expected.

During one of her investigations, she was forced to engage a group of mutants who were plotting to commit a harmful act of terrorism. She was successful in stopping their plan, but she was defeated in combat and nearly killed. This experience had a profound effect on her. It also awakened her power of Temporal Statis, which she did not realize until she accidentally activated the power during one of her meditations.

Krysta knew of an institute in Westchester County whose aim was to teach and guide mutants. She had never investigated it directly, but it was central to some of her earlier inquiries. She decided to look into the matter more intimately, both to further carry out her mission, and to train in her newfound ability.

His father always encouraged his talent in martial arts. Early in Heitham Atkinson's teenage years, he was already experienced in several forms of Karate, Kung Fu, Ju-Jitsu, Hapkido and Aikido. Martial arts became his way of escape from the rundown neighborhood and his parents ongoing divorce. It wasn't until his move from Boston, Massachusetts to Providence, Rhode Island with his father that Heitham integrated his skills in martial arts with his newfound interest with knives.

At the age 16, he spent the summer focused on separating himself from who he was in Boston in hopes of fitting in at the new high school he would be attending. All attempts failing, he lead into the school year unable to discern himself from any other teenager born into a low income family. He instead focused more on his education; setting his sights on a career in journalism. Through the latter part of the school year, he found acceptance from a group of loners who were into the goth scene. Heitham was comfortable with his new friends, though he didn't let their gloomy outlooks and beliefs interfere with his studies or his love of martial arts. He adopted their style of dress, but he just couldn't hate like as much as some of them did.

The next year, he worked up the courage to engage his latest obsession: a girl named Demri, his definite opposite. While Heitham was more comfortable alone, everyone knew who Demri was. She came from money, although she often exhausted all options to be seen as normal. The mechanics of relationships that seemed to be a foreign language to everyone seemed too simple in Heitham's eyes. He asked, she accepted. He attempted to hide his upbringing that he was ashamed of, but she soon shattered every fear that Heitham held onto, always assuring him that he was good enough. Her meeting with his father was one of the most appreciative moments he'd ever experienced. Demri amazed him with how accepting she really was towards him.

It wasn't until their first real date that Heitham's martial arts ever were put to use in his life. He had saved just enough to purchase tickets to a musical that he was going to take Demri to. Although they were what Heitham's friends referred to as "nosebleed seats", they were admission to something Demri had talked about ever since he'd started with her. When he met her at the door, she was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen in his life. She wore everything he'd thought elegant girls would wear, she smelled like how he figured women should smell. They hadn't made it down the block when a masked man, embracing a handgun through his open coat, demanded their money.

The masked man wasn't a complete stranger. Heitham had seen him on the front page of every newspaper on the kitchen table. He quickly turned his attention to the several people that always accompanied the masked man; who was known to target rich areas of Providence. The group began tearing at Heitham's coat and Demri's purse. They threatened Demri, attempting to separate her hand from Heitham's. Coming to the realization that either way their lives were in danger, Heitham brought his fists and feet to each one of the attackers that forced themselves on Demri. The entire time the masked man was just a spectator, watching as Heitham's strength was not enough to hold back the crowd that eventually brought him to laying on his side. The only thing Heitham could think about was the shivs that law on his dresser which he took out of his pockets just before he left.

When he came to, Demri wasn't moving. They had stabbed her, sprawled the contents of her purse all over the sidewalk, and left her for dead. Months later, all but the masked man were caught, brought to trial and found guilty of second degree murder. Their sentences for her killers were not enough to clear Heitham's head. He had never spoken a word about the incident to anyone, only once telling his father that things would have been different if his knives had of been there. If he had the chance again, he told his father that he would have killed all of them.

"There's no friend to be found in vengeance" Heitham's father explained to him. "If you don't believe that, then you're no different than any of them."

He graduated from High School, his grades much less promising than what they were early that year. His father's words did little to console him. Replaying the incident in his head, all he could see was his shiv sinking into the masked man as he stared him in the eyes before letting go to take care of the other attackers. More than that, he saw the first person who was ever kind to him alive holding his hand again.

Fevers began to overtake him, usually lasting throughout the day. They would interrupt his sleep when he could manage to fall unconscious. When they finally subsided, all the emotion that he held onto shifted gears. He developed a hypersensitive conscious that allowed him to become fully aware of everything that presented itself to him wherever he went. Most importantly, one second he could look at his hands seeing nothing more than his own flesh, the next second highly detailed violet beams of light forming blades that curved in the middle.

That was three years ago. After extensive testing, it was determined that it was a mutation in his DNA that enabled him to summon psychic energy resembling a Kukri, a martial arts knife that he had become very proficient with. It was never explained to him how this happened or why, but there wasn't any treatments known.

His father shook his head when Heitham returned from home, just placing the phone on the receiver. "Well if those knives are the only friends you want, at least you'll never be lonely again."

Charlotte was born the only daughter to the wealthy Jacques and Eloise D'Ore in a small alpine village in northern France. Her mother died due to complications from childbirth, so right from the beginning it had always been just Charlotte and her dad. Her father shared an awkward relationship with his daughter, it had been his wife who had really wanted a child, and although he both loved and wanted his daughter very much he just wasn't sure how to deal with her.

As a result Charlotte began an independent, solitary life playing within the walls of her father's mansion with her imagination until she began school at the age of five. School in itself presented a problem. Having never had a real friend before or a meaningful relationship with anyone other than her awkward father, she had no idea what to do or how to make friends. Over the weeks her behaviour became increasingly withdrawn and both her teacher and her father decided something needed to be done and as a result Charlotte was sent to live with an aunt and uncle in a bigger village, likewise in the mountains, where there would be cousins for her to play with and a bigger school with more children.

It took a while, but Charlotte eventually sunk into a quiet group of friends and as a reward, her father arranged for gymnastics classes and sent her a tortoiseshell kitten for her sixth birthday. The kitten's ginger ears reminded her of a fox, and thus Charlotte named it accordingly. From day one Charlotte and Fox were best friends, little Fox would follow Charlotte around absolutely smitten, would wait for her to come home from school everyday and would sleep on her bed at night.

As the years went past, Charlotte became increasingly disenchanted with her friends but stuck with them because she knew it pleased her father. It was when she was with her cat, though, that she was happy. There was something completely unassuming and non-threatening about her cat, not at all like the other children.

She was fifteen years old when it happened. Charlotte was the first home from school to be met with an empty house. Fox wasn't waiting by the door like she usually was. She called for her cat and searched every room. She wasn't in the backyard either. She eventually found Fox out the front under a bush, its little body having been bludgeoned to death with a golf club. As she picked up the club with shaking hands, her mutant power surfaced and all of a sudden she knew. She knew who had killed Fox. As she cradled Fox's sticky body her aunt and uncle arrived home. Not knowing what had happened, her aunt assumed Charlotte had killed the cat and in a hushed voice told her uncle the girl had always been "strange".

For a week afterwards Charlotte was inconsolable, she hid in her room and cried until her cousins dragged her back to school. The first day back, at lunchtime, she saw him, the one she knew had killed her Fox, and attacked. Using fingernails, fists, whatever she could, she tore at the boy until she was dragged away, kicking and screaming. This crazed event just seemed to justify the feelings of her aunt and uncle and wrote to her father to have her sent away or committed, to which he regretfully agreed.

The next two years Charlotte spent in an institution in Paris where her mutant status was officially discovered and she became a 'test dummy' of sorts for the researchers there, receiving all sorts of treatments. And surprisingly it was here that she finally made friends. Dan, a small delusional Italian man who believed he was a Ninja and Sofia, an older woman of thirty four who cussed like a pirate due to a bad case of Tourette's. Dan and Sofia were eventually released not long after Charlotte turned seventeen and plotted to break her out, knowing her status as a mutant would mean she would be in there for a long, long time. For a breakout devised by a wannabe Ninja and a woman with a painfully limited vocabulary, it went off without a hitch and the three decided that it would be safer if they went separate ways. Dan went to Japan to rediscover his 'ninja heritage', Sofia to Denmark because she liked the architecture, and Charlotte to America where she was offered a place with Professor Kaine. She willingly accepted as the cause of fighting the Mutant Research Movement is one she feels strongly for, having experienced a similar thing first hand. She still writes to her two friends on a regular basis.

Being born as the only child of Derek and Orion Erikson meant being born into a good life. Living in a small town in the Mid West, Derek and Orion made sure that Victory had everything her heart desired. Victory had been somewhat of a miracle child for them, after being told that they could not conceive.

Things went well for the happy little family for several years. Until Victory turned twelve. At the age of twelve, Victory's mother discovered she had cancer. Though the doctors tried everything they could, the cancer was far too advanced at discovery to stop. Victory's mother had been her whole life and with her death she fell into a deep depression. Derek too lost in his own grief to help his daughter with hers, quickly lost control of Victory.

By the age of thirteen, Victory, with the coaxing of a couple older friends, slipped into a world of drinking, smoking and drugs. She found that if she took enough, it numbed her mind and body against the pain she was still feeling over losing her mother.

Victory spent the next year slipping further and further into this world, spending her days causing trouble in school when she bothered to go and spent her nights sneaking out of the house and time with her friends on the back streets of OKC.

By this time, Derek knew his daughter was lost to him, the only reason he had kept going after his wife's death. Deciding that he was no longer needed on this earth, he committed suicide. Meanwhile, in the city, Victory had just awoke for what seemed like the millionth time, with no clue where she was, how she had got there or what she had done the night before. Deciding that she simply couldn't live this life anymore, Victory went straight home only to find her father's body.

Knowing that with no other family she would be shipped off to some foster home, Victory packed a small bag of her belongings and took off again, never to look back. Not long after returning to the streets and the only people besides her father she had to call family, Victory made the discovery that she was a mutant.

A friend had approached her, promising a cut of the money if she helped him out with a little problem. A drug deal was to happen which involved a large sum of money, yet due to bad circumstances, he could not attend to business. Victory, unable to turn down such money, agreed. Waiting in a dark alley, Victory's discovery began. The street dealers she was meeting with figured that because of her small size and young age, they would just take the drugs from her. One of the young men pulled a gun and Victory ran. Looking back once, Victory saw the man pulled the trigger and she froze, waiting for the pain to start. When it didn't however, Victory looked down and saw that her body was no longer solid. Luckily for her, the man's gun jammed and she took her leave, running back to the shelter of her friends.

Upon learning of her powers, the leader of the gang she was a part of took Victory to the side and offered her a higher place in the chain of command. If she could learn to control her powers and use them as he saw fit then she could take the place as his right hand man, so to speak.

Pushing herself hard, Victory learned to control her powers and soon took her place at the top. Her powers were not needed often but on occasion, Victory was called upon to help a friend "out" of jail, or to help "retrieve" something of the gangs.

Victory spent two years of her life like this, living the high life. Well, it was the closest thing to the high life one could have on the streets. Though, most the time it seemed as though she was only being used because of her powers. One day right after her sixteenth birthday, a friend came to her, the same one that had nearly cost her her life two years ago. He had felt bad over what had happened back then and wanted to help her to a better life. One off the streets. One where she wouldn't be used simply for her powers, where she could be accepted for who she was and would no long have to endure the beatings that came from the ones that knew she was a mutant and to say the least, didn't like it.

Lila's had a normal, Australian up-bringing. She's a pro at surfing and deep sea diving. She's not sure when her powers started to surface, but knows that she first controlled them at 14.

It was a tiny incident when her little brother came close to drowning. She and her big sister ran to the sea and swam him out. Her sister did the usual mouth-to-mouth resuscitation but somehow, perhaps because Lila willed it to, she felt the water trapped in his lungs and used her powers to gush the water out of his lungs and it hovered in the air. She was absolutely surprised and lost control, making the floating water splash her brother'shing. She told her two best friends and they became a little envious, wanting powers of their own.

Lila gained steady control of her powers by experimenting with the seashore water in an isolated rock pool, where no one could see her. She was 18, coming up to the end of her school year and life, when Professor Kaine contacted her, suggesting to experiment her powers in a more 'controlled' environment. She told him of her desire to take an apprenticeship to teaching the aqua sports, so he made the arrangements.

Lila Gammon has now been living and studying with Kaine for about 2 years. Despite having gained full control of her powers, the professor is convinced she has untapped power. When she's not at the water centre, she helps other mutants control their powers.

Bran was born in Ireland. He has a fraternal twin, Alan, who’s exactly 21 minutes his senior. The family moved to Germany to establish the German branch of Mr. Griffin’s publishing company when the twins were two years old.

Bran had a very happy childhood. The family lived in a huge mansion in Bavaria near Lake Chiemsee.

However, one night, four weeks after his thirteenth birthday, Bran ran into two burglars who were breaking into the house. His father, coming to his aid was shot by one of them and Bran, beside himself with rage and fear, had his first experience with his mutant powers. Objects rained down on the two thugs, knocking them out and almost killing them. When the police came, Bran’s mother and his older brother decided to keep Bran’s abilities secret to protect him.

After that traumatic experience Bran did not want to explore his powers any further for the next couple of years. Ignoring them completely was not possible, though, since his powers lashed out uncontrollably when he lost his temper or had emotional ups and downs – which naturally happened quite often.

When his “attacks” became more violent his family turned to Dr. Joseph Kaine in New York for help. Dr. Kaine invited Bran to stay at his mansion and to learn to govern his mutant powers by teaching him special meditation techniques.

Bran stayed with Dr. Kaine for five years and then returned to Germany to work in his late father’s publishing company as editor and translator. He shared his apartment with Sir Griswold, his huge tabby Maine Coon cat.

A while ago, Bran received an urgent call from Dr. Kaine, requesting him to come to New York to become a member of Kaine's newly-founded task force team "Meta-X". Bran took the next available flight and returned to the mansion.

Katarina Howard was born in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada on November 19th, 1983. She was born to a simple farming community and family where she lived for a good sixteen years. She always dreamed of traveling the world and exploring, so she was quite ecstatic when her parents told her that they were moving to San Francisco, California. There, Katarina lived quite unhappily for another three years.

She was used to large open spaces and clean air; obviously something you wouldn't find in San Francisco. She hated how close everything was together, not to mention the stuck-up teens at her school. She would be taunted endlessly about her heritage and her old home, and sometimes totally irrelevant things. At her last graduating year, things had gone too far. It was after school at about 5:30 and Katarina was working on homework in the little library attached to the school. A group of three teens who considered themselves to be 'high-ranking' had made their way over to Katarina's table and started to harass her. She began to get angry, which was a difference from the other times, when they used to make her feel down and self-conscious.

The next thing she knew, the three kids were choking and gasping for breath. Katarina's rage ceased and was replaced by fear. The bullies then collapsed to the floor, coughing and sputtering. One of them had passed out. Confused and terribly frightened, she made a run for it, all the way home. When she reached her home, tears trailing down her face, she decided it would be better if her parents didn't know about what had just occurred. Katarina cleaned up her face and made it look like she was perfectly fine. She skipped dinner that night and stayed up until three in the morning trying to figure out what had happened. By the next week, Katarina still had no idea what she did to those people, but what she did know, was that everyone stayed away from her now.

It was graduation day and everything seemed alright for Katarina Howard. Her parents, like all of the other parents in the gymnasium, were crying and telling her how proud they were of her. When her name was called out for her to receive a very special scholarship, someone stuck out their foot and made her trip, sending her flying towards the ground. When Katarina got up to her feet, she was greeted by laughing faces and nasty comments. She just couldn't hold it in, and she let out a scream of fury. Wind began to whirl around the room like a hurricane, sending plastic chairs into the air and crashing down on unsuspecting parents. Everyone erupted in a frenzy of panic and screaming, trying to beat their way to the exit. Katarina's irises, which were usually minty green, were now a silvery gray, swirling like the winds of a tornado.

The wind died down but then everyone seemed to stop in their spot, clutching their ears. The air pressure in the room was dropping and if Katarina hadn't fallen to the ground because she lacked anymore energy, then she probably would have killed everyone. Most of the people were unconscious, but the people who weren't continued to scream and run out of the gym. Slowly, Katarina realized who she really was: A Mutant. Scared of what she had done, she fled; quickly packing up the little clothes she had and took the first available flight back to her hometown, Moose Jaw. She saved up for about a year there, trying to ignore the fact that her parents didn't even phone her, and had enough money to go traveling around Europe.

She went to France, England, Spain, and Ireland, learning how to do Archery. She grew to love the sport, practicing whenever she could, as well as learning how to speak fluent Spanish and French. When she turned twenty-two, she received a phone call from a man by the name of Dr. Joseph Kaine. He explained to Katarina that there were others like her and that he owned an institution, a boarding school in other words, for Mutants. He, with the help of other people, helped Mutants control their powers and use them for good. He finally convinced Katarina that she would be welcomed at his institution, so she flew over to New York. Her powers are mostly under control, but once in a while, if her anger sparks, it can go uncontrollable.

The son of a hells angels couple John was raised in a loving but extreme family, they were heavy drinkers and liked to get John involved in all aspects of the Hells Angels lifestyle.

By the age of eighteen John was given a motorbike and joined the Hells Angels at the will of his mother and father. He rode with the group and became more involved in the darker side of the lifestyle. He helped them in drug trafficing and fighting other biker gangs, and in these fights he could not understand why when he was punched the other person felt it too. It was such an odd thing to happen that eventually he grew afraid of himself, feeling like a freak.

One day when he was around twenty two he got into a fight with another Hells Angels member over a woman and it was then his power was discovered and exposed by a friend. He was labeled a freak and rejected by everyone. The giant was even rejected by his parents who couldn't understand who this person was anymore. John fled on his motorbike to New York, a big city in which he could lose himself in.

He arrived late one night, apearing to be very imposing to everyone around, a giant biker who had huge arms. His first night involved an attack from a drunkard who "didn't like the look of him". This was the first time people in a city saw his power. In the corner of the bar was a doctor, Kaine, who had been following the stories of the man who hurts others without retaliating or touching his agressor. He approached John and offered him a home and a chance to understand his special abilities.

Justin was born in Los Angeles, to media mogul Jerry McCown and his supermodel wife Elizabeth. The two were rarely around as the boy grew up, leaving him for his grandmother to raise. The two lived in northern California, on his grandmother‘s, Nancy, vineyard.

Nancy raised her grandson to the best of her abilities, installing a strong ethical code in him along with teaching him how to play the piano and American Sign language. The latter was necessary since Nancy was deaf. As Justin grew older, his father hired a personal trainer for him. His trainer got Justin into working-out, running, yoga and martial arts. With his grandmother making sure he stayed on top of his academic studies and his trainer making sure he worked out everyday, Justin's mind and body developped into almost perfect condition.

Despite his family’s money, Nancy insisted that Justin attend public school, in order to keep his feet grounded. So when it was time for him to attend high school, his tan-model body and money instantly got him drawn in with the popular crowd; but Justin would often find himself at ends with his ‘friends’ because of the way they treated the other students. So Justin would often make friends with some of the quieter kids, eventually completely separating himself from his old friends. And when Justin came out of the closet, his new friends accepted him for who he was instantly.

During one of his winter vacations, Justin was to fly down to LA to visit his parents and see an agent about a possible modeling/acting career. But, due to a traffic problem Justin was late for his flight and reached the terminal just as it was closing up. Frustrated, Justin went to the window and watched as a younger woman sat down in her seat, truly irritated Brian went to pound on the window wishing he could take her place when, suddenly he found himself sitting in the plane. Looking out the window he saw the woman in the exact spot he was just standing in. Seconds later Justin had covered the floor with puke, and tears were sliding down his face.

When Justin arrived in LA, he quickly climbed into the waiting limo and went to his parents' mansion. During the drive across town, Justin rolled up all the windows so he was alone and found to coke bottles. Removing the label from one and placing them one separate sides of the car, he focused on them imagining them switching places. And as soon as he saw the image in his mind the bottles instantly swapped. No movement was involved the bottles just changed, but Justin was left a little light in the head. As soon as the limo arrived at his parents' mansion, he looked out the window and spotted the butler coming down the steps. In an attempt to try out his power again, Justin imagined himself where the butler was, and again he stood where the older man use to be standing, and again he covered the steps with puke. Hurrying inside, he met with his parents and leaving out his new found mutation filled them in on his life. The next day he met his agent and was signed on as a model.

In the next couple of years he appeared in many ads, and became somewhat of a pop teen icon, but kept his mutation a secret from all even his grandmother. Every night Justin would practice, and eventually he was able to swap items without becoming light-headed, although he still became queasy after switching with himself. As Justin got better control over his powers he would use them to switch drinks on his friends, swapping someone’s water for soda , or someone’s pencil for a pen. Just little things to amuse himself. When Justin was nearing his 18th birthday, he was in a convenience store when it was robbed. He carefully hid himself behind a aisle were he was safe and picking up a Halloween mask on the self. Justin swapped with an elderly man next to the robber. With his sculpted body, Justin was able to render the criminal unconscious before running out of the store, and since the mask hid his face, his identity remained a secret.

Upon his return home, Justin realized that his powers should be used for good and contacted Dr. Joseph Kaine. A man who he had met at one of his father’s upscale social events. Two day’s later Justin was on a plane to Kaine’s to begin training to use his powers even better.

Andrew was born on May 31st 1983 in New York City. Son of a latin american woman and a native New Yorker Andy was born into a happy marriage. His mother, Valeria and his father, Peter, lived in upstate New York, where Andy spent most of his childhood. Having no siblings to grow up with posed no problems for the young Mitchell as he loved spending time with his caring parents.

As a young teenager Andrew lived one day at time, enduring the hardships of being one of the unpopular kids at school. Unbeknownst to him or his family at the time, his mutation had started to appear subtly, making Andrew the target of jokes and pranks at school. Having no understanding of these occurances, Andrew set himself on a path of self discovery. He was determined to find the cause of the 'alterations' he´d suffer when he was submitted in stressful situations. Withholding this information from his parents, Andrew sat in front of a mirror for hours attempting to control what he had gotten to qualify as a curse.

By the time Andy reached High School, the young latin american had already had drawn the plan for his life. No longer the subject of pranks but of praise, Andrew had established himself as the quintessential popular teen. Top of his class and with no more insecurities regarding his mutation, Andrew had decided what he wanted to do with his life. Set on being a police officer, he met with an unusual amount of resistance on his parent´s behalf. His father Peter believed this career to be a waste of his potential, while his mother Valeria felt she would not be able to live in peace with the thought of her only child working with constant danger. By the time graduation had come however, Andrew had already convinced their parents that this was the path he had chosen for himself and he was determined to go through with it.

Without the use of his mutant replication powers, Andy enrolled and successfully graduated from the Academy. Four years later Andy´s records remained flawless as he continued to excel at his job. Satisfied with his living in a comfortable apartment he decided to accept an offering to join a new S.W.A.T. team that was being formed. It was during this time that Andy´s life was changed forever.

The rigorous training was just part of the application process. His aspirations of becoming an integral part of the new S.W.A.T. team were shattered when the Force found out about his mutation through blood testings that uncovered his X-gene. Not long after this rejection, Andrew was contacted by Dr. Joseph Kaine to form a part of another sort of team.

Joseph was born in Novibrinsk, Russia to a small farming family that loved each other more than money, and it showed. They owned just enough to get by comfortably, but at great lengths from both parents. His mother worked in the Novibrinsk Health Center (hospital) as a nurse, working long hours to make the rent money. His father was an Iron Worker that loved his job, working a molding metal to his will. Neither of them had an X-Gene, by some strange twist of fate. Joseph had a wonderful life, playing with his mother on her days off and learning to become a man from his dad. Neither of them paid attention to the spikes that grew out of his head. His father took him to work many times so he could keep an eye on him when his wife was at work too. The guys at the small business loved Joseph, playing with him and teaching him things about working with iron and about life in general. His father and friends taught him many morals and taught him to be an upstanding person overall, as well as teaching him a great deal of English. Again, no one cared about the spikes, the community was founded on believing in the person, not judging based on looks.

His blindness was a shock to everyone when it happened. A few members of a local gang in the neighborhood were picking on a helpless girl when he was 16. Tears streaming down her face and clutching her favorite bear, she cried for help to anyone near. Joseph answered the call. He stood up to the bullies and kicked butt and took names. Picking up one of their beanies, he lifted the girl in his arms and took her home. Later learning her name was Patti Holmes and she was lost from her American parents, they returned her to the American Embassy nearby and met the parents, who thanked Joseph for saving their daughter and extended an offer. If there was anything he needed in the future, they would do whatever they could to help him. They couldn’t see the spikes under the beanie he took.

Joseph later learned why the gang had been in business so long. They never fought fair. They ambushed him later that week with 6 people and beat him severely in revenge. But the last thing they did was cut vertically down his eyes, starting from his brows and ending above his cheek. He never saw anything again.

After getting up from the ground and making sure the gang members had left, Joseph stumbled to his father’s work, walking through the aisles, not answering any questions except with the phrase “Get me to my father.” They carried him to his dad’s position on the line and watched as the man dropped what he was doing to pick up his son in his arms. The last thing he said before passing out was “Forgive me. I could protect her, but not myself.” He passed out right after.

A few days later he awoke to the sound of his mother snoring. He tried to open his eyes, but when he did, he still saw nothing. The whole wing of the hospital was awakened to the sound of Joseph screaming bloody murder. The doctor managed to calm him down, but explained to him that he’d never see again. Joseph cried for the first time in his life, under his mothers caress and is father’s embrace, he cried.

It took several months of training, but he learned Braille and re-learned how to walk without sight. He learned to see by touching objects and their contours, feeling his way back to normality. His dad took him out with some friends and taught him to fight like a Russian man. A heavy hitting boxing technique was governed to him and he learned quickly, moving and hitting based on the sounds of his opponent.

The gang was arrested soon after the incident, and all of them got at least 3 years of time in the slammer. Joseph knew the day they back, because his entrance to his home did not elicit any kind of response from his parents at all. He wandered the house, thinking that they might be out for dinner or something when he stepped in a warm liquid substance. The substance led to his parents dead bodies lying in bed. He cowered in a corner, crying until the police came and told him what was on the wall. “This is what happens when you fight back.” Joseph was lost. His parents were gone. He had no real friends, his parents were his friends. The gang had taken away his source of happiness and joy. They would pay for this.

He picked out food and water for 2 weeks and left the house, never to return. His father’s friends offered to help him take revenge, but Joseph flat out refused, saying that is was a battle of honor. He looked around for the gang’s hideout, but with no luck. Word got around that he was looking for them and 2 of them tried to beat him again. Joseph was prepared this time, fighting back and surprising both of them. His power surfaced in that fight, when he tried to disarm one of the thugs, it started to melt the man’s gun. He was surprised to feel the sweat he excreted start to eat away at the metal that he was holding. With the barrel half-collapsed, the man tried to fire at Joseph in a panic, causing the gun to explode and kill him in a bloody mess. Turing to the screaming partner, he looked at him with dead blue eyes to the survivor and said “Tell your boss I’m coming for him.”

Not much is known about what happened next. Many of the gang members ran to the police station pleading to be arrested to get away from Joseph. They fled from their base and told the police that some person was tearing apart their ranks and beating them senseless. 3 others were killed in the same way as his first victim and many others were injured from Joseph’s fighting.

He even tried to kill the boss with his newfound power, but it wouldn’t work on skin. Opting for the neck snap, he left without a trace.

He laid low for a couple days after beating the gang and eventually ran to the American embassy, where the Father of Patti lived. He told him he needed a way to get to America. And thanks to him, Joseph was on the next Flight out. The Holmes adopted him legally and found out about his mutation. They welcomed him with wide arms and he later found out that Patti (who had grown) had a quaint grip sound waves and manipulation of them. She was forbidden from clapping her hands together for that very reason... They grew up and eventually they left for a mutant friendly school, trying to learn how to be better people and generally to be accepted. Several years went by, Patti and Joseph becoming very close friends and siblings, getting classes together on a regular basis. They even worked on controlling their powers together, getting very far by playing games with each other in the forest out back. Everything was going swell until one foul day...

The Mutant haters were out in force that day, unbeknownst to Joseph and Patti, who had left for the mall early to get to a sale. Leaving around noon, the Independent Mutant League was out in force, patrolling the parking lots and staging a protest to mutants everywhere. Joseph and Patti were almost to the car when a group of them approached the pair. Joseph tried to play it cool, while Patti ignored them altogether. After a brief fight, Patti was shot in the heart point blank. He proceeded to kill all of the un-trained gang members with an energy he'd never known before. Cradling her in his arms, Joseph cried harder then he had before. He had family once again, but the humans had taken it away yet again. He would make them pay slowly and painfully. He managed to get out of there with Patti's corpse and buried her in a small plot outside of their home. Angry with the world and a heart full of rage, he wandered until he got a call...