<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Jake Wheatly<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>  wandering west in LA<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>    Banshee<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><em>"The fuck was THAT?!</em>He took  a long look at teh shadow sword-lance in his hand, the dead minion before him. In a blink, the blade vanished, and he decided to keep running. Banshee could fly so he would likely catch up quickly.<br/><br/>What the hell was going on? One day he was a normal college kid trying to work hard, nervous as hell about his midterm. Now? He was one of the apparent few left alive, suddenly having these shadowy super powers. Its been a couple days now since the attack, but he can recall it like it was seconds ago. He was on his way to his Calculus mid-term, when the TV's in the student lounge were itnerrupted to show Iron Man in combat. This was always a good show, however, something wasn't right. With a firey crash into the ground..Iron Man was dead...then so was the feed.<br/><br/>Suddenly explosions and screams outside, LA was under attack almost just as fast as the feed in NY was cut. Jake tried to fight, but being quickly captured as he had no super powers, all he could do was struggle and yell. "mmm we have a fighter here" a large grunt holding a syringe claimed. "You will serve Apocalypse quite well should you survive"<br/><br/>Apocalypse...Jake knew who was responsible, and he wanted the man or whatever he was to pay for all of this in blood. Enough thinking back for now though, what about that guy.<em>"Yea..I think he was called Banshee</em>. He wasn't sure if Sean had caught up to him yet, so he gives a shout back. "Hey, dude are you okay?!"<br/>