Name: Christopher “Chris” Devlin

Age: 14 “Almost fifteen!”

Gender: Male

Personality: I’m a pretty unlucky guy. Listen, I’ve been told I’m pessimistic, but I’m being honest here! Pretty much on a daily basis I get myself into some stupid problem that would’ve easily been avoided by anyone with half a brain. It’s not my fault! Past that, I’ve been told that I can be a bit… moody. I’m normally a pretty happy guy, and I like hanging out and just chill’n with other people, but when I get mad, I kinda fly off the handle. I blame it on my powers, my dad blames it on my ‘raging hormones’ (whatever that’s supposed to mean), and my mom just tells me to shape up. No matter how you look at it though, it’s not my best quality. Either you love me or you hate me, but really, all I want to do is get through school alive.

Background: The name’s Christopher Devlin. Most people call me Chris, though I’ve never really cared. I was named after my grandfather Devlin, who came from Ireland and was like the first in my family to manifest his quirk or something, but you guys probably don’t care about that. What you want to hear is the juicy stuff, right? Well, what’s my heart wrenchingly traumatic background? Was I raised an orphan, abused and rejected? Did I witness the death of my parents at a young age, forever scarred, forced to make a vow of vengeance? Nope. I was actually a pretty normal kid, except for being kinda moody, a little short, and REALLY unlucky. No, seriously. I was the kid in class who would rip his pants in the front of everyone. I was the kid who was late for that same class because I got lost. I was the kid who would crash his bike and fall down the stairs on a weekly basis. And that’s all just the tip of the iceberg. That was all really annoying, but none of it made me want to learn about my powers. I mean, my Dad was a cop, but that didn’t inspire me to ‘Fight the injustice” either. I liked comic books. I watch superhero movies. Never really felt like what I saw there was my true calling.

I was a late bloomer when it came to my powers. They didn’t really manifest until I was six years old. I actually don’t remember it, but my parents tell me that they found out when I almost drowned one of my friends in the kiddie pool we had out in the back. After that, it got a little out of hand, and every other week I would have an "episode" where I would make somebody slip or shield myself from a little pouring rain. So I guess I’m mainly coming here to get a grip on my powers. I’ve tried on my own, and hurt others, but mainly myself along the way. And yes, I’ve got the scars to prove it. I guess I’ll get into the business of herowork too, but not because of anything huge or world changing. I like helping people, I’ve got these powers, and I guess that’s good enough a reason for me.

Why did I choose this school, though? Well, in all honesty it wasn't entirely by choice. As I said before, my dad's just a cop, and my mom decided it would be best if she stayed home as a full time mom, so it's not exactly like we're rolling around in cash. My grades are decent, but apart from that, I don't have anything going for me. After talking with my parents, they decided that it would be best to send me off to this school, to let me 'follow my dreams'. Even though this may not be the best school, I still love 'em and they've given me everything that they could. I wouldn't ask for anything else.

Quirk:“Waterworks”
I’m able to manipulate the water around myself. While I struggle to even lift a few gallons right now, I’ve learned quite a bit through trial and error. I’m not quite able to make any actual shapes yet, but I’m getting there, and I by condensing the water together, I can make semisolid forms. While I normally use this water for the occasional prank, I can also defend myself by forming weapons and shields. I guess I still have a lot to learn about my powers before I’ll be able to save anyone though.

Talents: Boxing. Shocking, right? But come on, I’m like the clumsiest guy on the planet, and while I like acrobatics and gymnastics, I don’t think I’ll ever get the hang of that. Well, unless I have the best teacher in the world. Boxing though... I’ve always enjoyed punching things, so it came pretty easy to me. Other than that, I’m a pretty mean chef (though as luck would have it, I seem to always end up burning myself).