Name: Nathan "Genesis" McCarthy<br/>Age: 17<br/>Height: 5' 9"<br/>Weight: 175<br/><br/>Power(s): Psionics (all so counts as powers), highly advanced intellectual levels aiding in the strengthening of his Psionic powers.<br/><br/>Personality: Rebellious, Curious, Faithful, Loyal, Devoted, Kind, Caring, Fiesty, Playful, Shy (around pretty girls), Protective, Unique, Spontaneous<br/><br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/4a8cecb93da9d3276cf69690-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Nathan was trying to find her. The girl from the dreams. The one who would help him free people like them. She was similar yet different to him. She was the one who would help bring about revolution. To save their kind. He was the rebel king. At only seventeen he was young but well respected by their kind. By the kind who were stronger and more adapted than the normals. He was the leader of what the world was calling specialized units. Of the mutants of society. He wanted to rescue anyone and everyone that he could. He started mostly with the ones the dreams told him were needed. His dreams never failed him and they never dragged him astray. He just needed to find her while hiding from this corrupt and twisted government. Luckily he bore no code and could not be traced.<br/><br/>He had followed her aura trail. The one that was similar to the one in the dream. She wasn't reading as there when he got there. Touching the locks he used his technopathic abilities to unlock the door and disarm the alarm. Entering in it...it still started flashing red. He swore but at least the alarm wasn't going off. They must have sensor readings. He didn't touch anything as he traveled through the home. Looking in every possible room and location within the domisile. Nothing. She wasn't here. He hurried out and left the building. Leaving to watch for her to return.<br/><br/>Where could she be? He needed to find her and soon! He pulled up the hood of his hoodie. Walking with his hands in his pockets and looks around. The cold air making his breath come out in visible puffs. He waited in a cafe not too far from her residential building. He was drinking a coffee he had paid for. Trying to stay awake. When that wasn't working he got up and left. Going to the nearby hotel. Checking into a room under a fake name. Going to sleep.<br/><br/>When he woke it was early the next day. He headed to the girl from the dreams residential area. Walking in the building while disarming all the alarms. He leans on the all directly across from her door. Barely two and a half feet away from her door. Now all he could do is wait. Mission...make contact with the dream girl. He knew she hadn't left yet because he still sensed her inside. A quick use of his inner sight informed him she was inside still as was some little...dragonfly like thing. One of those AIDA's?