<div class="floatleft">(http://pre13.deviantart.net/eac6/th/pre/f/2016/174/a/6/white_ranger__by_carlosdattoliart-da6du3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benjamin Wilkes<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>White Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, mid-morning/pre-afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Track field<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rangers<br/><strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The badge clutched in his hand, normally lightly polished silver, began to glimmer even more and emit an otherworldly white light, and heated up in his hand.<em>Okay, what now, Mr. Wizard?</em>Ben asked his mental roommate.<br/><br/>"I'm taking the wheel for a bit longer, Doc, so just bear with me. This will be a somewhat novel sensation but you'll get used to it." the Mobicyte activated the Morpher. Ben felt the heat intensify and surround his entire body from the start at his hand. The light also engulfed him, but he felt no compulsion to try to close his eyes from the glare. "Here's the final stage of our union; metamorphosis!"<br/><br/>Ben didn't feel particularly more strong or faster before, having been caught so off-guard by his ability to do such feats under the influence of the Mobicyte, but now that he had been enveloped in the bodysuit of the White Ranger, the effects were tangible and it couldn't be denied that he felt a tad bit giddy at the sensation, like he could take on the world with this newfound power. Or at least that ugly monster.<br/><br/>He felt something clutched to his back. Reaching behind he discovered a pearl-like bow and quiver of arrows. "<strong>Whoa..."</strong>he admired the craftsmanship on both the bow and the sleek arrows.<strong>"Nice. Don't have to get so up-close and personal with these."</strong>he tensed it up and aimed it at the relatively nearest hostile, hitting it squarely between the eyes and watching it drop hard.<strong>"Wow, does this thing have a homing device in it or soemthing?"</strong><br/><br/>"Take it easy, or I'm going to start calling you 'kid' again, pal. They're not capable of tracking, that's all our shared hand-eye coordination. I figured you would prefer a more hands-off approach so there you go. Good thing you've at least played that archery game on the Wii or it might be harder to find a good style to match your disposition. If things get too close to home, you can use it as a bo staff, or the arrows as daggers in a pinch. Don't worry about running out of them, they regenerate infinitely as long as you don't sustain too much damage. Speaking of which, if any of your friends get roughed up, you have limited healing powers. It's just like laying on of hands, except that it actually works and isn't just a bunch of religious mumbo-jumbo. Let's hope you can cover them well enough that you don't have to use it, eh? Now get back to work, Doc, and make me proud!"<br/><br/>Ben grinned beneath his helmet, deciding that, all things considered, this could all be a whole hell of a lot worse. At least he and the others had some means of defending themselves. Otherwise they'd already all be in the belly of that freak.<strong>"Let's do this."</strong>he nodded, pulling out another arrow from his endless quiver and finding another target, hoping he could hit one that was trying to sneak up on one of the other empowered Rangers and defend them. He definitely preferred the defensive approach rather than offensive, and this was the closest thing to that.