General Bio
Name: Christian "Chris" Tylers
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Christian stands at 5'10" with electric blue eyes that are fogged over due to his blindness.
History: Christian had a family once. A brother, sister, mother and father. No one could say his life was perfect but he didn't have it that bad, just another kid. That was until the car accident. Christian doesn't remember much of it. There was a Bryan Adams song playing on the radio and he was arguing with his brother Marcus over something trivial. There was a loud crash and the car crumpled sealing Christian in between the door and the front seat. It was agony, he couldn't see anything and there was something metal that had sliced into his leg. It was fifteen minutes before the paramedical showed up and another fifteen before they cut the car apart with the Jaws of Life and got Christian into an ambulance. He was sedated after that and when he woke up he was lying on a bed with metal handrails and uncomfortable sheets and he couldn't see anything. When the nurse realized that he was awake she told him that the crash had done some sever damage to Christian's optic nerve. There were a couple of procedures that could return his sight but they would have to wait a few months for the swelling to go down. Then Christian found out something that he never forgot. He was the lucky one. His father, brother and sister had all died instantly while his mother had flat lined after several hours in the ER. He was all alone. That was when he was seventeen. With no other family to speak of Christian was put into the foster care system. He spent his last two years of high school at a blind school learning brail and how to use a white cane. It was like he had to learn how to function all over again. Sometimes he felt like giving up. Was it really worth living like this? Then when it seemed like everything was lost Christian found his passion, music. He started to learn to play a variety of instruments including the piano, the guitar, the drums and the violin. When he turned eighteen and was to old to be in a foster home any more Christian moved into his own apartment. He began a small business teaching kids and adults to play on different instruments. At first people were hesitant to come to a blind man to learn something but eventually word spread about how good he was at it. Christian doesn't own a care, he can't really drive one after all and so he takes the bus to get anywhere he needs to go.
The day before the bus ride:
Christian got up from his seat on the bus. It wasn’t quite his stop yet but he liked to feel the forces of the bus buffeting him back and forth. He was of course used to it and held his balance with ease. “East Town Subway station.” stated the clear voice of the buses automated announcement system. Christian didn’t need to pull the cord. It was such a popular station that at least three other people would already have done it. Christian waited a couple of minutes before heading to the front of the bus. He liked to keep either ahead of or behind the crowd. It was enough that he could feel people staring at him, he didn't need people walking into him as well. The bus driver could see him standing at the rear of the bus; he’d have plenty of time to make his way off.
As Christian walked to the front he ran his hands along the headrests of each of the seats he past. Most of them were vacant by now. “Thanks for the ride.” Christian said as he hopped from the bus stairs to the worn pavement. “No problem,” the bus driver responded cheerfully “And if you need any help don’t hesitate to ask one of the subway technicians or another bus driver. We’re happy to help.” “Thanks,” Christian muttered as he disembarked. As helpful as the transit staff were Christian didn’t like it when people talked to him like he needed help with every little thing. He was blind not stupid but most people didn't see the differenance. They saw his electric blue eyes, glassy and fogged and they all assumed that he need there help.
Christian reached up to the side of his backpack and unclipped the Long Cane that he used to detect objects in his path. There were several other types with varying lengths for different purposes but the one that Christian always kept with him was the most functional. The bus stop was Christian knew seven sidewalk slabs down from the subway system. Christian had taken to memorizing distances and times in order to get around because he didn’t like to use any of the traditional tools most people associated with blind people. Christian didn't want a guide dog, he felt like that was saying look at me. He didn’t wear shaded sun glasses, (though he didn’t actually need those). And Christian only grudgingly used any sort of White Cane. He walked one, two, three, four, five, six, seven slabs. Christian turned immediately to his right and walked three steps. He was greeted with a whoosh of air as the stations automatic doors opened spilling conditioned air out onto the street. He smiled, it was always gratifying to do something so simple that everyone else took for granted without any help.
The topside of the station was quiet. Christian could hear a couple off in the corner arguing over transit times but other than that it didn’t sound like there was anyone in the station. That was good. He didn't have a problem crowds. Most people got out of his way pretty quick but he could hear all of whispers from the people he passed. He didn't like it. The stairs he knew were eight steps in front then three to the left, there were thirteen of them leading down to the subway platform. He was just about to take that third step when he heard a voice from behind him. "Kid, kid, kids. What are ya doin'. Can't you see the stairs are wet? We just finished paving them." Christian let out a sigh before turning to the man whom he imagined to be wearing a hard hat and vest. As he turned he moved his Cane so that it was plainly visible. "Does it really look like I can see anything?" Christian asked the man with venom in his voice. Normally Christian was pleasant company but he absolutely hated it when people started a conversation with "Can you see". Off course he can't. It probably wasn't really fair to this construction worker. He was just doing his job.
"Sorry kid, I didn't know. The elevator is just over here if..." He trailed off not sure how Christian was going to follow him. Christian sighed again. "I can hear the sound of your work boots. Just walk me to the elevator." Christian imagined the man looking visibly uncomfortable but the steps started to move off to the side. Christian followed with ease moving his cane back and forth over the ground to make sure there was nothing in his way. Finally his can struck a wall with a metallic clang. The walls here were dry wall. This was the elevator. Christian paying no mind to the construction worker ran his hand over the wall till he found the down button. He pushed it and the door sung open with a sound. Christian walked inside and felt for the control panel. Each of the button numbers of inscribed with brail. Christian found the one that read B (Basement) and pressed it. The little metal box moved down slowly with many groans and clanks that Christian feared meant it would fall. Christian didn't like enclosed spaces. There was very little to feel and almost nothing to hear. It was the same reason he was afraid of water.
The doors finally slid open and Christian stepped out onto the platform. Moved his cane in front of him till it hit the bumpy yellow surface that marked the side of the platform. Here he waited. After five minutes Christian checked his watch. It wasn't anything fancy. The face flipped up to allow him to feel were the hands were and the cardinal numbers (12, 3, 6 , 9) Where marked with two dots while the others where marked with one. The train was five minutes late. He was going to be late for his lesson. Christian was a music teacher for a variety of different instruments that he loved to play and some of the people who hired him required that he go to there address to teach for whatever reason.
Finally off in the distance Christian heard the sound of the train tearing down the tunnel. Wind on the platform started to pick up and the train came into the station putting on the brakes at the last minute. When it had stopped Christian put his hand on the side of it and ran down till he found one of the doors. It was packed full but someone gave him there seat in the disabilities section. There weren't many perks to being blind but always getting a seat on public transit was one of them. The train took another ten minutes to get to his station. It was four stops away. When it stopped he used the wall of the station to help him get up the stairs and into the open sunlight. It felt good on his face. Like the station he'd gotten on at, the bus stop from right in front of the doors. After a bit of searching he found the poll and waited for the bus. It pulled up ten minutes later. He was defiantly late now. After confirming with the driver that he was on the right bus he showed the man his pass and used one of the polls running along the roof to guide him to the back where he took a seat.
Christian not for the first time in his life wished that he could see. The doctors had told him that there was almost no hope of his sight returning but still he dreamed about it. If only that crash hadn't taken everything away from him. Little did Christian know that another accident was about to give him exactly what he wanted. Just not in the way that he imagined it.
Superpower
Name of ability: Telekinesis
Description: Christian can manipulate objects in physical space. At it's most advanced level only achievable by some test subjects this could extend to manipulating an object down to the subatomic level.
Bear in mind that at each of these levels these are the abilities available not the ones that Christian has complete and utter control over.
Level 1 abilities:
Spatial Sense: To "see" one's surroundings using telekinesis. This is is a great deal of help to Christian without the use of his eyes but it comes and goes, sometimes being very specific while at others being to vague to be of use or absent completely.
Levitation: To lift an object, e.g. raising a pitcher several inches into the air.
Maneuver: Alter an object's directional course, e.g. changing what number a dice lands on or deflect an opponent attack.
Grip: Grasp an object firmly in place, e.g. hold back something thrown at the user
Pull/Push: Pull objects towards the user or to push objects away from the user, e.g. yanking a book off a shelf or sliding a cup across a table.
Level 3 abilities:
Ballistic Telekinesis: Where the user causes any nearby objects to be moved around the user at high speeds or to be propelled away from the user without conscious effort from the user of the power.
Flight: Use telekinesis to fly. (Extremely taxing on the user and not effective as a means of transport, eg wouldn't rival those with flying ability)
Choking: Strangle others from a distance.
Level 5 abilities:
Force Fields: Condense the air around oneself in order to make protective shields, e.g. deflecting bullets.
Weakness/drawback: When using his abilities his other senses become sensitive, loud noises could shake his concentration causing his ability to stop working or go haywire.
