Norville Rogers
Age: 28
Hair: White, as white as snow.
Eye Colors: Blue and Gold. The top half of his eyes are an icy blue, while the bottom half is golden. A rare eye mutation even for a metahuman.
Personality: His personalty is hard to describe as his character changes depending on who he is around and who is influencing his mood. He does have constants in his character; he tends to be laid back letting others go first, loyal to his friends and won't turn his back on them, and lastly his love for food, he never turns down a good meal.
Type: 2
Abilities
Physical: Norville has a unique ability, he can freeze any form of water. From normal bodies of water to rain and even the minute particles in the air if the humidity is high enough. His power keeps his body temperature lower than normal. He feels cold to the touch and his appearance reflects it in his white hair and pale skin. A passive benefit of this is he can never feel cold, and is most comfortable in colder areas. This comes with a cost, heat doesn't agree with his low body temperature and he sunburns easily. Amounts of heat that would only agitate normal people can actually burn Norville, and in comparison something that would cause minor burns on normal people would give him severe burns and pain.
Skills: Norville knows the current limitations of his powers and is decent at holding his own in a fair fight as he is just an average man, but with a strong limited power that can be expanded on with practice and help. He has very little skill in hand to hand combat but he has had plenty of practice using his abilities defensively to protect others and himself. He is a decent battle medic as he can close wounds by freezing the blood on the outside of the wound long enough to tightly bandage it, and he can administer medicines to help with symptoms of poisons, disease and pain.
Bio: *Static* A young man's voice could be heard, "I think I finally got it working. Well I want to get started on my day to day entries as soon as I can, so I will make this quick. Hopefully it saves this time around. All right, take seven." Some shuffling of papers before he spoke again, "My name is Norville Rogers. I am a metahuman, or that's what the media and my class mates like to label us as. Anyway back to my childhood. I was born in St. North Hospital twenty years ago. I was around three years old when an accident happened that separated me from my parents. Not long after that I was in an orphanage. Life there was simple; wake up, get ready for the day, go to school, try to get adopted, do homework, go to bed and start it all over again. Same routine until my fifteenth birthday." A pause, the sound of ice falling in a glass and liquid pouring, then a large gulp. "That morning when I was getting ready I noticed in the mirror that something was different, my eyes had changed from solid icy blue to a heterochroma match that is very odd. My eyes seemed cut horizontally, the top half the normal blue, the bottom a golden hue. I started feeling more comfortable in colder areas and my friends started to worry as I was cold to the touch. Doctors said my eyes could be explained by a loss of pigment and my colder skin a hormonal imbalance, if it started to affect my daily life I needed to get aid immediately. No one wanted to accept the fact that I was different, even after all of the uproar that happened years ago. As I learned to control myself I was able to hide my differences better and fit in. I somehow made it through high school without anyone finding out, and even my first two years of college. Only my room mate knows and he doesn't care, so long as I don't temper with the thermostat too much." Norville chuckled and took another sip of his drink. "I hear that the discrimination was far worse when I was younger, I guess I could count myself lucky that I was a late bloomer. End introductory entry." A faint click can be heard before silence.
*Static* Norville's laughter can be heard. "Entry 207, Graduation day! Today I graduate college with a masters in Chemistry and hopefully I can find a job to suit my skills. I don't have time to talk much longer, but it has been a while. Graduating at the age of twenty-seven! Man am I glad I can finally go out and be my own man. I'll give more details tomorrow when I have the time. End entry." A faint click then silence again. Norville jolted awake in the lab where he had been introduced into this line of work.
I am a sentinel. Not the ones you hear about that go out and fight the terrorists, but one that helps in other ways. At home base my mind is used to help create medicines and other materials to help defend my allies from harm. But when they let me out in the field, my task had always been to defend and help the injured. I am no doctor but I can stop bleeding and inject medicines to help with pain and symptoms. I am a battle medic, simple as that. A quick fix to keep the injured alive and kicking until they can reach a doctor. Those thoughts invaded his mind as a rough draft for his next journal entry.