[b]Name:[/b] Wilson Calibur

[b]Age:[/b] 16

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] Wilson's usual attire consists of a light and dark grey striped shirt. The shirt is, for the most part, tattered and worn. He always wears a dark grey cap, which casts a large black shadow over his eyes, leaving only a set of dark, heavy eyes with charcoal black pupils. Under the shadow, the only thing visible is his wide, mischievous smile and some pale skin with a pointed chin. He has black jeans and padded grey boots. He makes it a point to wear fingerless black gloves. The youth stands at a height of 5"7, with lanky, long limbs. The little skin that Wilson shows is always unnaturally pale.

[b]Personality:[/b] Wilson has a very care-free, mischievous personality. He believes that he's invincible; that no one can touch him. He is considered annoying by most. Wilson rarely loses his wide smile. He considers fooling around and messing with people as his hobby, and he's become very good at his hobby. Wilson is actually surprised at the fact he hasn't been punched in the face yet; you'd think that he'd been punched many times with his kind of attitude. He is very sarcastic and care-free, rarely being truly serious. Being alone for most of his life hardened him, desensitizing him to certain feelings.

[b]History:[/b] Wilson Calibur has an awful habit of making enemies. He insults people. Pushes them around. Some shifters think his true shift is just being plain out annoying. Wilson was born into a relatively small family. It was just him and his mother for a while. His father had left them when he was at at young age, so he never really knew him much. But Wilson didn't mind. Wilson learned through doing. His mother juggled a full time job along with him, so most of the time, so often, he was left with a baby-sitter for most of the day. Wilson drove every single one of them out. Ranging from throwing things at them, or dousing them with a hose, or even just non-stop talking until they got a headache, soon no one wanted to take Wilson. So his mother decided the best course to take was just to leave him on his own and hope that when she returned, the place wasn't torn to shreds. It wasn't at all a good idea.

Of course, Wilson could never take being stuck in an apartment all day. It was a simple matter to escape. Just climb out the fire escape! No big deal. Wilson began to explore the streets at the tender age of 8. At around this time in his life, the annoying boy began to show his first ever signs of shifting. Sometimes, Wilson got lost out while exploring in the massive city. Darkness came early, and he was left walking along on the sidewalk alone. While Wilson attempted to give off a feeling of intimidation or mischievousness, he was still only 8, and could only handle so much. He would start off at a brisk walk. Then, a light jog. It would then escalate into a full-out run, just running and looking for his house. Occasionally, in the quickly fading light of day, his hand would briefly disappear as he ran. It would reappear after a moment, so Wilson simply blamed it as a trick of the light. It evolved into something much more.

Wilson began to get more in depth with his powers at the age of 14. He realized his main key to his powers was fear. If Wilson was scared or nervous, or he feared that he was about to get attacked, his body activated a neutral defense mechanism that could help him escape. With concentration, he realized he could focus them, and in a very, very slight sense, control what he did with the power. Wilson could choose what kind of illusion he'd prefer in whatever kind of situation he ends up stuck in. By then, his mother was almost never around. She seemed to almost have completely forgotten about him. She payed the bills, and maybe occasionally stopped by to do something or the other, but other than that she never cared for her son. Wilson liked it it that way. For most of the day, Wilson would just practice his powers, learning how to properly use them for his schemes. Wilson rarely ran into trouble. While walking the streets, he could appear as anyone or anything, which made life a whole lot easier. The shifter would committed the occasional crime; maybe disguising himself in a quick hold-up. But he was never tracked down. Who could, when your entire life was based around not being yourself?

For the most part, Wilson walks the street confidently, not a worry in the world. He doesn't care about most people's troubles and stress. When he needs something, he'll take it, and he doesn't have to worry about being hunted down. His overconfidence will probably be his undoing in the end.

[b]Power:[/b] Illusion

[b]Strengths: [/b] Wilson's cocky attitude is derived from his Shifting Abilities. Wilson can form an illusion around himself, making him appear in different forms. Wilson can set an illusion of invisibility, which is his personal favorite. He can disappear and reappear at will. He can also shift into different forms; he can appear and sound as someone else or some thing, which he uses often to his advantage, or just for his own fun. He can mainly access this power while nervous or fearful, as it gives him a chance to escape.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] While Wilson adopts the appearance of whatever he chooses, Wilson can't adopt what they can do. He can appear as someone different; but he can't gain their powers or their knowledge. That's unfortunate for Wilson, considering how severely lacking he is in physical attributes. He can't kick, or lift heavy things, or throw a hard punch due to little physical activity in his life. The only thing he's skilled in is running. He just hides behind his illusions, and hopes that they can hold strong enough for him to get away. The illusion can be easily shattered by a strong blow to the head to destroy his concentration.

[b]Other Information:[/b] He's the Cheshire Cat. Sue me.