Name: Aban Ali Sahar
Codename: Supercell
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Damascus, Syria
Affiliations: Ex-member of the Syrian Arab Army, Syrian Free Army, and Supernatural Army of Syria.
Occupation: Currently jobless, has worked a number of odd jobs to survive on the road
Appearance: Aban, being a Middle Eastern fellow, has caramel colored skin and black hair. His eyes are a strikingly unnatural light blue color, a side effect of the Awakening. Prior to receiving his powers, Aban’s eyes were a more ordinary dark brown. Aban Ali Sahar’s beautiful face features a well trimmed beard, a single tiny mole on the underside of his left cheekbone, and a nasty scar running horizontally across his right cheek, that he received from a bullet that barely missed entering his face and slamming into his brain. Aban has an athletic build and a muscular body, that he attributes to his fighting in Syria and Iraq, as well as his healthy food choices. Eat your veggies, kids.
Generally, Aban likes to wear Western clothing for the majority of settings. If he’s on the move, (which, these days, is all the time) he likes to wear shorts or sweatpants and a tee. Other times, he’ll dress in his only nice clothes, which are made up of a pair of black jeans and a brown flannel shirt. The man on the go only has so many things he can carry in a single backpack.
When fighting crime, Aban dons a pair of black sweatpants and a dark red hooded jacket. To hide his identity, Aban uses a piece of one-way see through black cloth, that easily attaches to the front of his hoodie. Finishing off the practical outfit are a pair of black gloves and matching combat boots. Not your usual spandex and cape, but it gets the job done.
Powers: Weather Manipulation:
“User can sense, create, shape and manipulate weather, i.e. the meteorological patterns, creating rain, wind, hail, lightning, snow, sleet, fog and temperature changes. This includes the ability to generate various natural phenomena or control the intensity of the weather in highly concentrated (inside room) or vastly extended (continental city-wide) areas.
There are four main factors of Weather manipulation:
Air Manipulation - for wind and related effects.
Electricity Manipulation - lightning in all variations.
Thermal Manipulation - make it cold or hot.
Water Manipulation - rain, snow, fog etc.” (Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood powerlisting wiki.)
Aban is not capable of controlling the various elements required for the weather outside of actually controlling the weather patterns as a whole.
Skills: Aban Ali Sahar is a man of many talents..Most of which involve fighting and war. Aban is most skilled in the areas of close quarters combat (Trained in Shotokan since the age of twelve), marksmanship, (Noted by his Drill Sergeant in basic as a naturally good shot), and explosives. He also shows a competent ability in things such as field medicine, diplomacy, vehicular maintenance, cooking, urban and rural survival, as well as sewing. (Don’t you snicker, do you have any idea how bad it’d be if he had to have a stranger patch up his costume?)
Equipment/Resources: Aban has little in the way of resources. He doesn’t have much in the way of money, and his allies in the United States are few and far between. Equipment wise, the entirety of Aban’s possessions and belongings reside within a large backpack he’s had with him since he joined the Syrian Free Army way back when. Within said backpack, Aban Ali Sahar carries clothes, his costume, enough food to last a few weeks (with proper rationing, of course,) a pair of brass knuckles not made of actual brass, a flashlight, a sturdy camera, and a number of random miscellaneous items he’s picked up over the years. For emergencies, Aban carries an M9 pistol in a holster on his right hip. He keeps a couple of magazines in his backpack.
Aban’s most valuable piece of equipment comes in the form of an expensive suit of kevlar body armor. It was a gift from his father when he joined the Syrian Arab Army. After his escape from prison, he retrieved it from the facility’s armory. That suit of body armor has saved Aban’s life many times, and he almost always wears it.
Weaknesses: Aban is only as powerful as his stamina and concentration. The more powerful the weather he attempts to generate/and or control, the more he has to concentrate and the more energy it takes to keep going.
For example, Aban’s favorite meteorological pattern to create and control using his powers, the supercell (The most powerful form of thunderstorm, for which he is named,) is rather taxing for Aban. He can only control one at its maximum strength for about twenty to thirty minutes before he’ll pass out from sheer exhaustion. For the extent of this time, Aban’s attention has to be kept on the supercell almost completely. He’s able to listen and comprehend the things going on around him, as well as speak, however things such as walking let alone dodging an attack are impossible.
If Aban let’s go of controlling a storm, nature takes over. The storm will (generally) immediately begin to dissipate, due to the lack of natural wind currents, heat, ect.
Psychological Profile: If one had to describe Aban in a single word, it would be relentless. His most prominent personality trait is his sheer determination to get the job done. He’ll do everything in his power (that doesn’t break his personal code of conduct) to protect innocent lives and punish evil. One of his commanding officers in the Syrian army called him a ‘bull in a china shop’. If Aban sets his mind to a task, he won’t look back until he gets that task done. Unfortunately, while Aban is charging head first into every problem that arises, he doesn’t usually take care to walk softly. Socially, he’s known to step on a lot of people’s toes without even realizing it. While fighting crime, he can get a bit overzealous, and has ruined his fair share of cars and done a number on public property.
Of course, it isn’t like these mistakes of his don’t affect Aban. Far from it, in fact. Aban holds much empathy for all individuals. He tries his hardest to remember the little things in life, such as walking the old lady to her car or helping a man fix his roof. He likes to look at things from other people’s perspectives, to get other people’s opinions on the things he does. Aban genuinely enjoys helping others. That’s why he became a hero.
Biography: Aban Ali Sahar was born to a lower-middle class family in downtown Damascus, Syria. His early childhood was rather peaceful and ordinary. His parents owned a two story building, the bottom floor of which was a coffee shop which they owned and operated together, while they lived in the top floor. Aban went to school and learned what he had to and did decently well, just like most other children his age. At the age of twelve, Aban’s father signed Aban up for a Shotokan karate class to learn self defense, after a local child and his gang of misfits beat Aban up and took his lunch money. Suffice to say, they didn’t mess with Aban after a few classes. When he became a highschool student, Aban began to work with his parents in the coffee shop. He didn’t earn any money, but he didn’t care. His father had always taught him that he was working to put food on the table, not money in his wallet. Aban’s life was rather dull during his teenage years.
At least until he turned eighteen.
You see, when a boy in Syria becomes an adult, he must serve two and a half years in the Syrian military. Aban, being the patriotic man that he was, didn’t fuss as some others did when he was shipped off to boot camp. Once there, he poured all of his being into his training, and it showed. His Drill Sergeant frequently pointed Aban out as one of his top trainees, though he never said that where Aban could hear him. No, he yelled at Aban just as loudly as he did at everyone else. Aban showed excellent ability in hand to hand, his Shotokan classes he’d been taking for the last six years proved useful. He also proved to be a rather crack shot when he was handed a firearm. The only thing keeping Aban from reaching his full potential was his knack for doing things without using his head. Such as the many times he was shot while attempting to reach the objective during non-live fire training exercises. Eventually Aban got over his zeal, at least enough to pass go and collect one hundred dollars.
After his training, Aban was shipped off to assist the NATO-led coalition in their war against Saddam Hussein. It’s not something that Aban likes to talk (or think) about, but he was responsible for a number of the landmine attacks on Iraqi troops in the region his forces were fighting in. Aban spent the entirety of his two and a half year tour fighting in Iraq. At first, Aban couldn’t stomach the brutality of war. He can’t count the number of times he bent over and puked up his lunch during the first month he was there. But eventually, he became numb to the violence and the bloodshed and the war. It always bothered him, but he learned to deal with it. He still remembers the first man he shot. An Iraqi soldier, sitting on a hill about two hundred yards away. Aban put a bullet in the side of his head, and he tumbled down the hill and into the river, where his corpse floated away. He has that dream practically every other night.
After his service in the Iraq War, Aban Ali Sahar was shipped back home. He left the military, hoping to return to a normal life with his family. But of course, the universe wasn’t done screwing with Aban. Not by a long shot.
Peaceful protests against Syria’s president were starting to become riots. Soldiers were forced to put down said rioters. Those rioters’ families joined together and formed the rebellion. This rebellion was bolstered by deserters from the Syrian military, men filled with disgust at the mere thought of shooting innocent civilians for their tyrannical president. These deserters turned the rebellion into a working fighting force, and the Syrian Free Army was born. Aban, still blinded by his unwarranted patriotism, returned to the Syrian Arab Army to fight for his country, against the wishes of his parents. Very soon after his return to the Syrian military, Aban was ordered to do the impossible: attack unarmed, peaceful protesters. Aban and many of the men in his unit refused, and were taken prisoner by their own brothers in arms. Men they had bled with were the ones who locked Aban and his men behind bars.
Aban only spent a couple of weeks in the prison camp before the rebels caught wind of it. The Syrian Free Army launched a raid on the prison camp, and broke Aban and the rest free. Aban, enlightened by his previous experience, joined up with the Syrian Free Army and turned to a life of freedom fighting. Rebellion turned out to be quite a bit like the terrorism he was ordered to commit in Iraq. A few explosives buried on military roads here, a few bullets into unaware soldiers on guard duty there, and Aban started to become proficient at the whole thing.
Well, a while into the rebellion, the world experienced something entirely unheard of. Something out of a comic book, actually. The Awakening changed everything. The face of warfare would never be the same again. Aban didn’t notice his power, at least not at first. He found himself able to predict the weather with impossible accuracy. He could see storms coming in advance, and, somehow, he seemed to be able to wish away sand storms with but a thought and a headache. Eventually, Aban caught on, when he found himself able to make it rain. He continued to explore his powers as the battlefield in Syria began to change, as each side realized that every metahuman they could get their hands on could potentially change the outcome of the war. Enter the Supernatural Army of Syria, a division of the Syrian Arab Army made up of all the metahumans they could hire/persuade to join their cause. It was made up of a large number of the metahumans from Syria, including Aban. The Syrian government had mustered twice that number, mostly made up of foreign fighters sent by their many allies already shipping them weapons. Apparently, they could pay much better than the Free Army could. Aban, working with the other metahumans, was part of a special group of people who experienced metahuman warfare. While not exactly the same as the heroes and villains in the Americas, there were similarities. the biggest difference being that the other metahuman was there to kill you, not take your watch.
Three years after the Awakening, Aban had a change of heart. It wasn’t instant, like some of the other people like him. It took place over those three years Aban had his powers. Aban began to see the futility of this whole war. Sure, Aban wanted a free Syria. But it was obvious he wasn’t getting anywhere. Syria wasn’t going to make itself free, not in decades. The fighting was too close. So Aban began to concoct a plan: He would travel to America, and find that new Superhero organization, the League. He was going to go to the League, and convince them to save his people. Not many people had heard of the Syrian Civil War, not until the use of metahumans and biological weapons. So he was going to go to the League, and he was going to stay there for as long as he needed to and convince them of the truth.
So, Aban left Syria and found a ride with a shady group working under the radar to Boston. Once in Boston, Aban had all the necessary paperwork forged (which took almost all of the money he had pulled together from Syria, the rest of it having /been spent on the ride over) and took a number of courses in American English. After two years of living in Boston, working odd jobs and learning how to speak English (among other things), Aban set out on his journey to Chicago..On foot. Twenty five days of walking..and walking..And walking..And a bus ride..And walking..later, Aban stepped out into Chicago. He spent another month in Chicago before he met the man that changed his life: Malachi Elurr, an elderly Israeli-American, who was one of the wisest men Aban had ever met. Scratch that, he was the wisest; and Malachi was happy to drop wisdom on Aban every time the Syrian came by. And he came by a lot. It was Malachi’s idea for Aban to become a Superhero. So, a year and a few months of learning the ropes of Superheroing on the streets of Chicago, Malachi believes it’s time for Aban Ali Sahar to approach the League.
What’s the worse that could happen?
FINALLY! It is done! So many technical problems its not even coolio. But, here it is! My character sheet! Yay! Critique is appreciated, as always.
