Name: Jake Radke
Age: 15
Power: Jake is a mutant possessing the power to absorb ambient cosmic energy, process it and emanate it from his body as waves of energy that heat the air in the path, turning it into plasma in the form of a blast or discharge, with a tell-tale concentric circle pattern. This results in control over an extremely powerful sort of destructive force. He is immune to the adverse effects of most forms of radiation and heat. He can absorb cosmic energy from his environment, such as starlight, x-rays, and gamma radiation.
Occupation: N/A
Side: X-men
Personality: Jake would do anything for his friends, from holding up a bus by tying his shoe in front of it, to lying to school security about which way they ran. He lives for challenges, and wants to be the best. He will work towards his goal, but his memory is horrid so sometimes things will evade from his mind. His anger can flash when someone challenges him, or insults him or his friends. He doesn't mean insults, they are just a reflex to yell something back. He is kind, and his head empty. Though when the night falls, and he is alone. He becomes a slightly different person. He is still Jake Radke but the thoughts run forever in his head they never seem to stop. He loves music, mostly Rock, some Scremo. He seems to over think things when he is alone, and has to work to shut his mind down. He is trusting to the people he knew for a long time. Though... when the moon rose he always had thoughts of doubt cross his mind but they never lasted long. If someone is in need, and he thinks there a good person he will help.
Appearance: Jake is a typical looking teenager. He is 5'10", with brown hair and a deep ocean blue eyes, both which he inherited from his father. During his time at home, Jake wears t-shirts and jeans at school his style changed a bit. He wears his hair at a regular length, and never bothers styling it. Jake always has on his guitar pic attached to string around his neck.
Bio: Jake was a normal boy, on all accounts. Well.. most, but I will get into that in a minute. Jake moved around allot, his dad was in the military. They lived everywhere on the east coast and than some! His dad retired, and they settled in Virgina. Jake had never been well liked, no matter what he tried. Though for some reason, when he moved to Virgina that changed, he had many friends here. When he entered High school just a few months ago as a freshmen, he joined the Track team. He liked running, he was okay. He wasn't the best, but not the worst. His coach moved him from middle distance, to sprinters to long distance. Where he just put him, and never gave it another thought.
After several months in track Jake became a great runner, but still not the best. In school he was okay, he was able to pick up on what most teachers said right away. Though in things such as Spanish it wasn't as easy for him and he'd get dangerously close to failing. Though most classes he could sleep, not take notes and still pass. It was because he listened to the teacher, and almost mentally wrote it down. Just kept it in his memory. He is smart, but not really smart he was just able to pay attention. He is a first degree black belt, in Taekwondo. He knew many of the moves and even years later could still use them.
It wasn't until he was fourteen did he find out that he was different, he knew all his life he wasn't like everyone else. But he found out another reason why he was different. Jake could make this circular energy blade form around him and fire it. The funny thing was, he found out he could do this by playing around with a hool-a-hoop. Because it is the same motion he uses to fire off the energy blade as he does to hool-a-hoop well kind of. What ended up happening was he kept pushing it and doing it more and more. Until well he his his dads car and it was cut clean in two, after that they sent him to too a school for people like him. For freaks.
Stats:
two 50's and the rest 30 or below or three 40's and the rest 25 and below.
Attack: 40
Stamina: 40
Control: 40
Speed: 25
Intelligence: 25
Will: 25
Stealth: 25
Persuasiveness:25
Is this okay, sorry it's a bit on the horrible side. My muse died.