Here's my character so far. :)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Oblivion<br/><br/><strong>Real Name:</strong> Quentin MacDonald<br/><strong>Codename:</strong> Oblivion<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Main Power &lt;primary mutation&gt; (include limitations if any):</strong><br/><br/><em>-Entropy Generation: Quentin can generate an invisible field around his body or any part of his body that causes molecules around him to lose cohesion, disintegrating matter caught in the field. He can form this field into spheres and launch the spheres forward as projectiles, allowing him to disintegrate matter at a distance, or focus it into a tight beam for more concentrated power. The maximum range of his aura (when surrounding himself) is 30 yards. He can launch the projectiles only within his line of sight.</em><br/><br/><strong>Secondary Powers:</strong><br/><br/><em>Flight: By dissolving gravitational molecules about him, Quentin can fly. His entropy aura disintegrates away the normal hazards of high-speed flight (bugs, the friction of air molecules, etc.)</em><br/><br/><strong>Tactical Preference: Long-range combat</strong><br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>He stands about 5'11" with red hair held in spikes by gel. He has hazel eyes, a tan complexion, and a fairly rangy, slender build. He favors street clothes and hoodies, no particular brand. He dresses for comfort, not style. <br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> Quentin was born and raised in San Francisco, California eighteen years ago. His life until high school was pretty average. Decent grades, good friends, didn't get into any trouble with the law. Quentin was your all-around good kid who perhaps could have tried to achieve more. His weakness has always been a certain laziness; a tendency to go with "good enough" instead of excelling. Still, his folks (a bus driver and a mechanic) didn't have much to complain about and life was good.<br/><br/>That all changed about a few months ago. Quentin was on summer vacation after graduating high school and was down at the beach with his girlfriend Marlena. When some of the group with them wanted to go surfing, Quentin was game. He'd done a little surfing growing up and felt confident. He kept on feeling confident right until he lost control while rising to the crest of a huge wave. He doesn't remember when he hit the water. The next thing he knew, he was in a hospital bed with a broken arm, but something funny kept happening. The cast his arm was in simply fell apart when he looked at it! So did the nearby equipment. <br/><br/>Quentin panicked. Things disintegrated.<br/><br/>He's not sure how or when the doctors got the sedatives into him, but once he was patched up he was quickly ushered out the door. His arm healed. He's still freaked out by what happened. Marlena dumped him after she tried to get close and her clothes disintegrated (which was an accident, but it scared the hell out of her). Depressed, lonely, and thinking himself a freak, Quentin's been in sad shape the last few months. The offer from the Xavier Institute struck his parents as a good chance for him to rebuild his life and get his mind off things, so that's what intends to do.<br/><br/><strong>Ons:</strong> M/F</div></div>