Akira

Akira shook the boy extended hand, greeting him with a warm smile. "A pleasure to meet you, my name is Akira Kurogami  and no, I'm afraid you're very far off with that guess." Akira finished with a chuckle, taking his hand back to demonstrate his ability. A small incision formed in the middle of his palm, several rivulets of crimson flowed out of the wound, hardening to form a tiny, crystaline tree-like sculpture. He held it there for a moment, then dissolved and reabsorbed it, the small cut healing up soon after.

"My ability is Haemokinesis, or  blood manipulation, and it allows me to control blood, both my own and any that maybe out in the open, as well as change it's hardness to be like that of metal, or make it highly acidic. It's a highly versatile ability, if a bit rare, and it has given me some . . . unwanted notoriety." Akira then waited to see if Tatsuya would continue talking to him, or slowy back away as many others tended to do upon his revelation of ability.