It's the wonders of a Glitter bar and casino folks. You don't get in there and get a job without being an interesting sort. Mason wouldn't be all that interesting to the Bounty hunters, and Cartelli would probably find little use for his skill set. A man who sees everything as a way to play a game. A man who enjoys a smile, and getting others to smile. And making the world just a little more vibrant with a quick dance and the exchange of money. What's this mean in the grand scheme of things? Well Mason is the number one dealer and one of many major attractions at the Golden Card Casino and Bar in one of the Glitter enclaves. He's the all singing, all dancing, fast talking dealer at a high stakes Black Jack table. When Mason is dealing you're in for as much of a show as you are a game. Between hands or players he's dancing and singing and catching the attention of the people in the area.

The whip thin, yet well muscled young man with white and pink hair, shaggy and almost to his shoulders. It flares and flicks about as he dances and sings to the music piped in to his table. The Casino's Black vest with red velvet inner lining is worn open on his chest over a shirt of varying color, depends mostly on how he feels that day. It can be a marble grey or a vibrant neon yellow, all depends. And over all that a long pink short robe that stops at his hips, a fuzzy feather and fur neck ruff attached to the robe, white and pink. Usually a deep blue silk trousers on his legs and beautiful leather boots to round out his working ensemble. But then with the life style of the Glitters it goes on into his off hours too really. The man is walking billboard for the Glitters let me tell ya folks.

Ah but to see the world like it was before. That just don't fly for Mason anymore. No more drab grey and brown and black. It's the life of a Glimmer Member he's all for. It's all the party, the music, the sex and the thirst for life! That's what it's all about. That's where it's at. You take life like a never ending party. And all the trials and tribulations and all the ups and downs become just new parts of the party. And when life is a game and a show, then your outlook is one of always chasing the next incredible moment. A fight or a new drink, or the next hit of a drug, all to keep things new and interesting. This pretains to alot of things when that's your life, food, drink, even sex you're always trying something new.

As such Mason is always chasing the next new sensation, that next new high. Not that the ones he's tried before aren't stale or anything, but why stop at one?





It was all another day, just another back to back stint in the casino, hell Mason was still slightly sweaty from the dancing he had been doing and sticky from...well something. Let's not get into it. Let's just say after his shift he and a hot little number, he still wasn't sure if it was a guy or girl really even now, had spent sometime in a dark corner of the casino getting dirty.

Ah but that's not the story we want to hear. That's for...other entertainment.

No no, the real freaky story, is that big bright ball of something or other that formed while he was walking home. Still high on what ever the floor boss had slipped him that day. He'd been skipping and dancing down the streets to his own internal mixtape when heat, sound,and fire. Everywhere. Just BOOM baby! He hadn't noticed any of the other people in the area when it happened. too engrossed in his own world. But he noticed when he came too. Some dying fella was saying something about Free Mountain and a Resistance plan.

Mason was about to just brush it off, go back home, drink that bottle of Black Label he'd been gifted by an admirer. He was really going to do that, until the goon squads had showed up. Against his better judgement he'd linked up with the rest of the folks that were there. New Mountain it is.



It all started so small. And even to this day Mason would tell you it happened by accident. What the hell am I talking about? Why Mason's fondest memory. The day that the Golden Card spotted him. To be honest he'd been living in the Enclave for most of his adult life. His parents had lifed in a Cartelli enclave all their lifes, even to that day. But Mason had moved out and went to find his own way. And that's how he made it into the Glimmer Enclave. It felt right somehow. He had started going to the Golden Card one night, after that crap job at a restaurant down the street. Mostly to blow off steam.

And that night the music had been popping and a cute floor boss had given him a gift. A shot from a hypo-syringe. It felt like everything had opened up. And he was on the dance floor, just working it. Nails, hair, hips, heels. Head, shoulders, knees, toes, don't you dare touch these clothes! He ruled that dance floor. To the point when the songs were over and he was coming down off the high the Floor Boss walked up to him with the thick wad of cash that the other patrons had thrown at his feet, money he hadn't even noticed. The Night Manager invited him back the next night, and the night after that. Until a week later he was a part time entertainer and dancer. He didn't even need a shot of that yellow drug by the third day.

Becoming a dealer after that was the cherry on the top. He could make it a show. Make it his brand. And the Casino started to rack in more cash because of the show he could put on.

Because of this, Mason tends to be very open and approachable to people. He's quick to burst into dance or song. Even more so if he pops a little something before hand. He'll even offer a little something on the side if you're good. All depends on how the little vibrant young man feels at the time. Just don't push your luck. He doesn't look it but he'll put you down with flair.



Power: Control of the Strong Nuclear Force

Of the Four Elementary Forces of Nature. Gravity can be said to be the most common. And Electro-Magnetism the most widely used. But it's the last two the Strong and Weak Nuclear forces that are the least understood.

So imagine Mason's surprise when after the bombing, and the first bout of flight, he tapped into his new powers for the first time. Imagine the surprise when he produced a flare of light and heat so strong that on the spot it melted through the surface of a heavily armored infantry fighting vehicle? Mason learned that with focus, he can control one of the fundamental aspects of all form and life in the universe. By focusing on his surroundings Mason can do many different things. A blinding light, or a soft candle flame like light. Heat so hot as to turn even the toughest material into rivulets of melted material. And if he's really into it produce enough motion to send a C-Can flying like a missile or shove a rock out of place.

Limitation:

To truly use his powers, Mason has to focus, root himself in place and draw on the fundaments of creation to create heat, light or motion in anything. So that means most of the time he's a motionless target.

Weaknesses:

Mason's biggest weakness as it's almost anathema for him to stand still for too long. His entire personality is one of vibrancy and motion. To stop, brace and root himself down in a spot to use his power is the biggest weakness his powers have.

On top of this the most powerful and violent variations of the power take alot of energy out of him, leaving him barely able to walk or stand. The formation of enough heat to melt a tank will leave him panting on the ground, tears in his eyes, looking like he just went 20 rounds in the ring with a champion metal boxer.

Gammon St. Laurent - One of the oldest and experienced Aeons at the DI's disposal, he was a tough but nurturing teacher and parted many techniques and knowledge to his students. It always felt like he wanted to escape to the neutral territories, perhaps he knew that if he left he'd put his former students at risk and those who dared to follow him.

Conrad Yvette-Cortez - My father, while I love him like nothing else in this world he is a loyalist to the union. It wasn't a big deal until I decided to packup and leave my city forever, I coulden't face him and after my mother passed away things had never been the same.

Sasha Yvette-Cortez - My mother, she was sweet and loving. She went too early, I didn't know what to do with myself once she was taken from me. I found a calling in flying, and now I'm following my wingman down to the ends of the world to find out what the fuck happened to him. Am I crazy mom?

Robert Hernandez - He kept me alive during the rebellion but once he vanished after it, along with his note it made me question everything I had known. My belief were challenged but I had to find out what happened to him, and what connection he has to the rebellion, Foxtrot 11 and maybe even Valkrie herself.

'Vampyr' Squadron - Consisting of myself, Hernandez, Gurman, King & Rose we were the heavy hitters of the air force during the rebellion war. While I was closest to Hernandez I got along well with the others, I'll miss them but it's better if they don't know where I was going.