Revised CS

Alias: Lumens
Name: Sean Henry

Age: 32

Gender: Male
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Equipment: Harley Davidson motorcycle, zippo lighter, cigarettes. Usually carries a flask of something alcoholic on him as well most of the time. 

Skills: Mechanic and metal fabricator. Builds custom cars and motorcycles and is a fair hand at some electrical work but by no means is he an electrician or electrical engineer. 

Powers: >hard light projection
        >Capabilities

Can project light to create solid constructs of whatever he imagines. The more complex the construct the more power and focus is required. Can also surround himself in a protective aura of light but it isn't the best shielding ever. He has also been able to use the aura to fly by focusing on the idea of it lifting him into the air. He isn't incredibly fast though and it requires so much focus at present that he can't create any of his constructs and fly at the same time. 

Weaknesses: His shielding, while imperfect, also has another weakness. It only works when he's focusing on it. So a sneak attack or one that happens faster than he can react will hit him full on. He is no stronger than any regular human of his physical condition. His powers don't afford him any physical enhancements. He's also useless at stealth. The use of his powers means he can be seen from quite a distance away. 

Biography: Sean grew up in Southern California, obsessed with motorcycles and motorcycle culture. After graduating from high school he went to a trade school for motorcycle mechanics and while there fell in with a motorcycle club. It took him two years to patch in as a member and when he did he eventually moved up to sergeant at arms within his first year as a patched member. 

The club was violent. Dangerous. And he loved it. Eventually, the clubs president and vice president were arrested in possession of cocaine and he decided that he needed to get out of the life before it destroyed him.  

He got out by agreeing to let the club use his motorcycle shop as a meeting place for some of their more sensitive situations. 

When the blasts hit he was in the middle of attaching the connections for  a custom bike with more than a hundred feet of multi-colored LEDs wired through it. The blast of light tore through his body and tossed him through the wall of his shop. When he woke up he thought he was losing his mind when every random image he pictured suddenly appeared in front of him.

It took him a while to learn to control his new abilities, all the while the world was taking the freight elevator straight to he'll around him. Once he finally had a halfway decent handle on his abilities he went about his business, using his powers to assist him in keeping his own head above water and to occasionally help someone in need. He's been moving from place to place at random ever since. 

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