"They say lightning never strikes twice… what a load of bullshit."
Real Name: Cassius “Cash” Munroe.
Age: 20.
Gender: Male
Alias/Nicknames: Galvanize, Cash,
Color Choice: #7df9ff Color Hex Electric Blue.
Appearance: Cassius is usually seen with very trendy street attire, ranging from air jordans to levi jeans, he takes great pride in what he wears, rocking some popular beats headphones, he tends to be listening to them when alone, finishing off with what appears to be some very stylish lightning burn marks on his jacket, mapping out a proof of the extent of his powers that he wears as a badge of honour hidden in plain sight. Whilst under the name Galvanize, his hair shoots up, instead of his casual spiky loose hair, injecting white streaks of hair into his look, a static energy envelops him with tiny bolts of lightning travelling, scattering randomly around him as his eyes match that electric blue, the calming eyes in the midst of the storm.
Personality: Just like alternating current (AC), his demeanour shifts periodically, as we wields both his calm and relaxed composure, to his outgoing almost over-confident display, most of the time you see him not caring about situations that he thinks can be handled without him, but for the more perspective of the bunch, he always has his eyes sharpened to interject if necessary. Usually seen lost in his own little world taking photos, posting and interacting on his social media, he tends to show a lot of pride when it comes to his following.
History: Being the child of Storm and Nightcrawler, great things have always been expected from Cassius, when his powers came to him at a young age, his parents had very different plans for him, whilst Nightcrawler wanted him to have a very leisure and relaxed life away from being a mutant, Storm wanted to nurture it and have him grow into his coming responsibilities, jumping from training and school life, switching between two worlds Cassius felt as if he didn't feel at home in either one, until he starting taking things into his own hands, as with age we wanted to live his life his own way. His innate charismatic nature grew him a very successful schooling life and also landing him a modelling gig, making a good amount of money and giving birth to his social media footprint, avoiding his calling throughout a long time, an event would change everything, making him follow in his mother’s footsteps after being invited into the academy, through reasons he has yet to share with anyone.
Powerset:
- Lightning Creation - Galvanize can easy produce lightning from his own body, using it both offensively and defensively, shooting out lightning bolts, and other means of attacks.
- Lightning Reflexes - Galvanize’s body is energized with his own unique electrons, making the signals that his brain sends to his body near instantaneous, following the motto of one of his most cherished idols:
<Snipped quote by Muhammad Ali> - Lightning/ Electric Manipulation - Galvanize can utilize the existing electricity that resides in our modern world and weaponize it or even rejuvenate himself, empowering his attacks or altering the electric machine/ equipment to turn on, off, or activate its action properties, and in very rare moments, weaponizing natural lightning itself.
- Hyper Bolt - Concentrating all of his lightning into every cell of his body, Galvanize can dematerialize and shoot himself out into god-like speed, reaching up to Mach 364, in other words, from one point of New York city to the other (35 miles) in half a second.
Equipment/Paraphernalia:
- Iphone 19: A special custom-made Iphone with lead plated inlinings to protect the phone from being constantly fried on the spot whenever he surges with powers.
- Air Jordans: A special durable material being stitched into the material of these fashionable sneakers, making them both extremely conductive without wearing down the shoes.
Weaknesses:
- Irritable: His pride is very important to him, Galvanize’s psyche isnt the sturdiest when it comes to insults or being shamed, lashing out irrationally at times getting him to trouble.
- Durability: Even though landing a blow on Galvanize with his lightning speed, his body is only a little above average in terms of durability when it comes to direct force.
- Field Experience: While Galvanize is strong and has practised his moves many times, he has very little experience actually in the fray of real life situations where he has had to think of teammates, civilians, callatatole damage, etc.
Issue #0/Testing Post: In the heart of the bustling New York City, where skyscrapers reach the heavens and the energy of urban life surges through the streets, a local diner that had become over the years a sanctuary for a young Cassius Munroe. With his charming smile, playful demeanor, and a secret identity known only to the closest friends, Cassius was the epitome of a carefree adolescence. Today was supposed to be just another day of ordinary fun with his college friends.
The diner was bathed in warm, golden light, and the smell of sizzling bacon and brewing coffee filled the air. As they entered Cassius exclaimed:
“Order up peeps, this one’s on me, not like Barry brought any money with him anyways” he and his friends occupied their usual booth, laughing uproariously as they indulged in mouthwatering burgers and thick milkshakes.
His laughter was infectious, and it spread like wildfire through the tight-knit group. They talked about their upcoming exams, weekend plans, and inside jokes only they could understand.
Outside, however, chaos erupted suddenly. A supervillain, known as Typhoid Mary, known for her destructive prowess, had decided to unleash her malevolent tendencies upon the city. The street was a battleground, with Mary wreaking havoc, and as quickly as she came, so did the cavalry, as several seasoned superheroes appeared to thwart her sinister plans.
“Well, that’s new york for ya, can’t go 10 minutes without someone who didn’t get enough attention as a kid trying to run amok…”As the commotion outside escalated, Cassius's friends couldn't help but stare in awe at the epic confrontation unfolding before them. The blinding flashes of energy, the thunderous crashes, and the distant cries for help painted a vivid picture of the superhero world's constant turmoil.
But Cassius, though capable of extraordinary feats, was different. He had a burning desire to leave his superhero persona behind for the majority of his day and simply revel in the joys of his youth. He had never had the push nor drive to jump into the fray, and the constant pressure to save the day, and the never-ending cycle of heroics, was never something that attractive to him. He longed for a sense of normalcy and the ability to savor the simple pleasures of life.
One of his friends exchanged glances, torn between their admiration for Cassius's heroic alter ego and their understanding of his desire for peace. He knew that Cassius was one of the city's brightest beacons of potential, but they also recognized that he was just a young adult who deserved a break from the relentless drama that accompanied his dual life.
“They’re doing fine, to be honest, I think they are holding back, they always do”As the world outside continued to tremble, Cassius's internal struggle intensified. He stared at his friends, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and longing. Deep down, he could hear his mother yearned for him to join the battle, to use his powers for good and make a difference in the world. But today, at this moment, all he wanted was to be a regular guy, laughing with his friends in their cozy booth, and savoring the fleeting joys of youth.
In the end, Cassius decided to remain at the diner, where laughter, friendship, and the simple pleasures of life were a respite from the chaos outside. He knew that the world would always call upon him to be a hero, but for now, he just wanted to be a kid, relishing a moment of tranquility amidst the storm of superheroic duty, as it came into an inevitable stop as Typhoid Mary was stopped in her tracks after an intense battle, luckily no one was hurt, but there was still a coiling knot in Cassius’ chest, as he whispers to himself: “Sorry ma…”.
