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Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-Men roleplay)

Errol lifted his head off the ground, rising into a seated position. Once more, he took in his surroundings while ignoring the granite behemoth headed his way for another attack. He heard Noa call out to Duncan, ordering him to send Clem her way. He felt relief in his chest, knowing she'd be safest with Noa and Duncan would be able to divert his full attention on his attackers.

Errol's attention returned to Rocky, who was even closer now. Coming in for another attack, Errol lunged out of the way as Rocky smashed his hard fist into the ground where Errol was originally sat. Landing into a roll, Errol pivoted his body to face Rocky and shot to electric bolts from his eyes. Hitting Rocky's shoulder, they had no effect on him.

"You ain't bright are you?" Rocky growled at Errol with a smug tone.

"Hell nah, perra. Just stubborn!" he retorted.

It was all talk, in truth this was a ridiculously humbling experience. Throughout his entire life, Errol was constantly told of his power and more than made up for it in his actions. Running with the Strays, Errol had his fair share of fights with both humans and other mutants, never once losing a fight or even worrying about who he fought. He even developed a reputation from it, people feared him, he never lost and always dealt with his rivals quickly and efficiently.

Naturally, Errol would develop an inflated ego from all this. Now in his current position, being so helpless and useless against who he was fighting. The young mutant had a lot to reflect on. If he survived this.

Rocky once more rushed toward Errol, this time at breakneck speed. Errol attempted to hit Rocky with another torrent of electricity but met the back of Rocky's hand. Rocky's left arm swung back, connecting to Errol's jaw and sending him in the direction of where Rocky's arm swung. Once more, Errol landed on his back, spitting blood out from a cut lip.

Lifting his head, Errol saw a red blur shoot his way hailing from Duncan. Errol felt the red energy wrap around his left hand, shifting into a construct of knuckle dusters. A smirk crept on his face, and strangely, Errol could feel a small rush of energy enter his body from Duncan's construct. It felt... strange but he could feel that it was also energising him, similar to when he'd charge his own cells with electricity. Errol's eyes shifted to Duncan as his older brother called out to him, telling him "charge" them.

Errol also saw that Duncan was struggling with his two attackers. An eye for an eye, Errol directed his index and middle finger into a "finger gun". Shooting a dart of electricity at the hawk-masked man attacking Duncan with enough force to knock him off his feet, buying Duncan whatever time he'd need. Back to Rocky, he was coming in for another attack. But this time he was now strolling toward Errol, clearly confident in his advantage over Errol's powers.

Here goes nothing. he thought to himself. Channelling the electricity into the red knuckleduster wrapped around his knuckles, the merging of both his and Duncan's powers turned Errol's electrical output red. Electricity crackled around Errol's hand and he rushed toward Rocky, who was still strolling toward him. Throwing a straight cross toward the centre of Rocky's body, the impact created a small explosion, with red electricity dispelling around the surrounding area and destroying the knuckleduster construct in the process.

The punch left a hole in Rocky's armor, and sent him a few inches back. Shocked at what just happened, Rocky was too distracted to see Errol come in for a follow up attack. The mutant slapped his palm on Rocky's exposed skin and sent a large current of electricity through his nerves with enough juice to kill him. Rocky yelled out in pain before falling on to his back, dead. Smoke aporated from Rocky's chest and Errol could feel the temperature getting hot. Was that from his attack?

Then he heard a bloodcurdling cry, Errol turned his attention to see the fly-masked woman's skin practically melted and falling off her wrists. Errol shot one of his arms forward, blasting the woman with electricity and knocking her off her feet slamming her into one of the destroyed cars. Clem did that? He rushed over to both her and Noa, as he did so he thought to himself: he never really knew the capabilities of her mutation. Feeling the heat rise in the warzone they were in, he realised: was she really this powerful?

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-Men roleplay)

Amidst the helicopter's arrival, Errol noticed Noa make her way over to their armed attackers. They'd fought together before, many times, and while Noa's mutation wasn't as offensively desctructive as his, Noa could handle herself in other ways. He carried an appropriate amount of concern for her but knew deep down she would be okay. Same for Duncan, while having never seen him fight, his older brother was a card carrying member of the X-Men. Errol knew that Duncan's experience dwarfed both his and Noa's combined.

It was Clem he truly felt fear for. She was just a kid, his baby sister. She'd never gotten into any fights before, let alone had much experience using her powers unlike the rest of them. The most action she had was getting busted for vandalism. For her to be thrown in the middle of a superpowered warzone, he knew it would be a lot to handle. Although Errol and Duncan literally never saw eye to eye, nor did he hold an inch of trust for their eldest sibling. Errol still knew that Duncan, like himself, would tear through armies to protect Clementine.

Errol's attention returned to the four new arrivals. It appeared they were all in a stand-off. Errol's eyes scanned the immediate area. Duncan was still guarding Clementine, he'd used his abilities to create a red construct that took the shape of a spiked ball and chain. He also managed to construct a red protective armor around Clem. That was good. Noa was over by the vans, focusing the attention of the armed men on to her. It was dangerous but it was needed. Especially when it seemed he and Duncan were about to contend with four unknowns.

Speaking of these four alleged mutants, Errol locked eyes with the mutant who's ability seemed to coat his skin in rock-like armor. The rock man peered at Errol like some sort of predator watching its prey. Errol's eyes furrowed and electric sparks crackled in his eyes. Nah, this rock guy was the real prey.

Duncan broke the silence and the stand-off seemed to end. Errol witnessed two of the other mutants attack Duncan before suddenly feel the ground under him shake. The rock guy broke off into a full charge, headed directly toward Errol. Was this guy some kind of moron? The ambient electricity stored in Errol's body redirected into his hand and forearms. Thrusting his arms forward, Errol shot out a torrent of electricity at the rock man with enough juice to put a man into a coma.

"You gotta death wish or someth--" he started before halting midway through.

Errol was powerful but he didn't have a basic grasp of physics. The mutant, being covered in rock was unaffected by Errol's attacks, his rock armor serving as a sort of insulator. Unaware of what was going on, Errol decided to amplify the intensity of his electric attack but the rock man continued to charge right through it.

When near enough, the rock man loaded up his arm and threw a devastating punch which Errol, in the knick of time, managed to defend by throwing a high guard, supercharging his forearms with electricity to take on the physical impact. The force of the punch still sent him hurtling a few feet back. Errol landed on his back, sliding across the street.

"Oh, shit." he muttered to himself. Errol was officially out of his element.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-Men roleplay)

Noa's concerned questioning passed through Errol's ears, muffled and barely audible. His ears burned with fury and only one thought lived in his head: he was going to tear apart whoever put his family at risk. Without so much as a word, Errol was the first to take action. His physal form dematerialised into pure golden electricity, which passed through the car and shot toward the closest street light in an instant.

Reaching the street light, Errol passed through the pole and shot toward the street light's bulb. From the bulb, Errol's electrified form then shot toward the ground. Beginning from his feet, the golden streak of electricity began to materialise Errol's corporeal body. Slightly hunched over in an almost primal stance, his fists were clenched as yellow static ebb and flowed through his body.

Teeth gritted, he growled "You must've lost your fuckin' minds!"

He watched two more jet black vans pull up and some kitted out men exit the vehicles. This was more than some gang related shit. Again, it didn't matter. Errol was quick to act, reaching for his shades he removed them from his face and revealed his glowing electrified eyes. Two bolts of yellow electricity shot from his eyes straight toward one of the vans. The sheer force of the electric bolt flipped the van over and caused a small explosion taking out some of the armed men who were unable to take cover or avoid the blast.

Hopefully that would take some of the heat off of Noa, Duncan and Clementine. Errol once more dematerialised his body and shot himself toward another street light to evade the incoming fire headed his and the others' way. Rematerialising, he heard Duncan call out to him as Errol threw his arm forward and shot a chain of electricity, hitting one of their attackers before spreading and hitting more.

"My bad for not knowin' you'd need my car to be red for this exact moment!" he yelled back sarcastically.

The sound of propellers then filled the area, momentarily distracting Errol as he glanced up to see a helicopter hovering above them all. Luckily for him, it seemed to get the armed men to halt their fire - at least temporarily. Errol electrified himself and travelled to a street light further back, closer to his allies. What was this now?

Errol's internal question would soon be answered as a rope was thrown out of the helicopter with four individuals descended from it, and one outright jumping out of it. The one who made the jump landed on the street, creating a small crater from it. Errol's glowing eyes watched the man who'd made the impressive display suddenly coat his entire body with some sort of rock material. These recent arrivals, they were mutants?

The worst part about all this wasn't even the fact that his pride and joy had just been totalled, or that they were now being attacked by more adversaries. It was the fact that Errol could still here Mr Blue Sky playing. Leave it to Noa to pick the worst possible tune to fight to.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-Men roleplay)

Duncan's retort to Errol's statement about his older brother's appearance earned him an eye roll from the mutant criminal - which was unfortunately obscured by his black shades. A non-answer, it was Duncan's first language. Folding his arms, Errol ignored what Duncan had to say as he didn't actually care about his wellbeing, he just wanted to stir the pot.

Errol snickered at Duncan's empty threat regarding not paying Clem's bail again. He said this every single time, to no avail. Errol wondered if Duncan actually believed what he was saying or if it was some strange front he put up in order to ward off Clem from doing what she does. Either way, it didn't work. Duncan of course had to comment on how Errol obtained the money he'd given to the cop. Errol flashed Duncan a look as to say "Don't play dumb" in response.

Once more, Duncan tried to throw shade toward Errol's lifestyle, linking it to Clementine's behaviour. "Count your blessings, hermano. Imagine if she took after you." he fired back "Then she'd have a knack for ditching people that need her the most.".

Another non-answer escaped Duncan's lips regarding rough appearance, however the smirk Errol earned from Noa was totally worth it. Letting out a sigh, Errol responded "Who has time for the news?" he asked rhetorically. Duncan went on, asking what he was doing there. Did he really have to ask? Clementine was his sister too, and he didn't want her to follow in his footsteps or find herself trapped in between the drama between Errol and their father.

"¿No es obvio? I wanted to save her from another lecture from you. But sadly, I was too late." Errol answered, giving Duncan a taste of his own medicine by providing him with a non-answer.

Once everything was sorted with Clem, everyone was to be on their way. As Duncan made his way to the exit, Errol turned to face his departing brother. "Save your money, hermano. I'll drop Clem home and then... you can make your way to wherever you're staying from there."

Not taking no for an answer, he sped ahead and purposfully but lightly bumped shoulders with Duncan and discharged a small static shock against his older brother as he did. Subtely establishing dominance. Errol descended the small steps to the sidewalk below and stopped to look at his two siblings, still stood at the top. Duncan looked concerned which piqued Errol's curiosity, although he said nothing this time. Call it brotherly intuiton, but he detected something with Clementine too, although he couldn't put his finger on it. Regardless, he wasn't good with this kind of stuff... you know, emotional stuff, so he wouldn't even know where to start. He wondered if Noa would have a better job doing that or something.

Speaking of Noa, he was thankful she came with him and made it known "Thanks again for coming with." Errol gave his siblings one last once over before continuing "We'll go for our "sausage dogs" after we take Clem home, yeah?" he continued with a wink and a smile.

Errol began to lead the way to his car while calling out to Duncan and Clem "You two gonna stand there all day or what? Car's parked a little down here.". He couldn't wait for this to be over with and to get back to his life. However, Errol thought to himself that maybe he should do a better job in actively dissuading Clementine from getting into trouble. Not only was it interfering with both his and Duncan's life, but also... he knew his sister was too good to be in and out of jail, unlike himself. Errol sat in the driver's seat, waiting for Noa and his half-siblings. Once everyone was inside, Errol was quick to speed off into New York City's endless traffic.

The drive to Clem's from the precinct wouldn't be a long one but still, he couldn't get her home fast enough. Any more time spent with Duncan may result in years taken off Errol's natural lifespan. Assuming he could die... being a sort of living embodiment of electricity and all.

Traffic was proving to be a nightmare tonight. Typical. Errol was forced to stop the car behind yet another red light. It was like the universe was forcing him to spend prolonged time with his siblings tonight or something. Resting his elbow against the window, Errol buried his cheek in his palm and sighed "Dios, dame fuerzas" he whispered to himself. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a jet black unmarked car stop next to them. Alarm bells started to go off, and he perked up in his seat to glare at the driver across from his window. Words were not exchanged, but the expression between Errol and the other driver spoke volumes.

Then another jet black car slowly rolled up to the other side of his car. He'd been in the game long enough to know what this was, what was about to happen. Errol looked at Noa, with a hint of both concern and focus on his features. Errol turned to warn his siblings sat in the backseat but before words could escape his lips. His electrified yellow eyes spotted another black car zooming behind them, milliseconds way from hitting them.

"Shit."

Errol felt his entire body thud against the dashboard as the car slammed into the back of them. Everything happened so fast that even he couldn't process what was happening. As soon as he felt the impact of being hit by the car, he and everyone else were upside down and in the air but this too, past in a flash. Then they were back on the ground still upside down, sliding across the street, shattered glass spread across the roof of the car.

What the hell was this? An attack from dad? A rival gang? Actually, it didn't matter. Whoever was behind this was going to be fried to ashes.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-Men roleplay)

Errol's black shades eyed the small orange bottle in Noa's hand, he snickered instead of answering verbally. Noa's suggestion about bringing Clem to the next deal earned her a raised brow. "Naw." he shook his head "I want her to find her own path, but I don't want her involved in what we do. I'll take vandalism over anything me and you do." he said in a serious tone, a rare instance for him.

Letting out a huff through his nose, Errol did find Noa's joke about Clem "bringing the family together" amusing but even he couldn't allow himself to laugh about a situation involving Duncan. The young criminal appreciated Noa in more ways than one, she always knew how to ease his nerves and was able to lighten up any situation. But not only that, she really was like family to him - even more than his own blood relatives. They came up together in the Strays and found solace as young mutants trying to find their place in a world that hated and feared them.

Errol could physically feel his blood pressure lower when he felt Noa place her hand on his shoulder. His tensed muscles relaxed and let out a calm sigh. Grateful for her words, he then offered her a grin when she struggled figuring out the word for hot dog. "Sausage dog? Really? That's new, even for you." Errol stepped out of the car and shut the door behind him "We gotta work on your English, mi estimada" he added, flexing his own bilinguality.

There he was, as he entered the precinct Duncan was the first thing he unfortunately saw. Sucking his teeth, Errol approached his older brother and as he drew closer, he noticed Duncan's disheveled appearance. A twinge of concern panged in his stomach but was gone as fast as it appeared. Standing beside him and refusing to make eye contact, Errol placed his hands in his jacket pocket he spoke up.

"You look like shit."

Unaware that Duncan was already in the process of getting their sister released, Errol impatiently asked "Are you getting Clem out or not?"

The officer glanced between the pair of brothers, the animosity between the two clearly obvious. Clearing his throat, he began to answer "Yes, well... Doctor Fraser was already in the process of--".

Interrupting him, Errol interjected "Yeah, yeah. I'll pay half the bail." dumping a stack of cash in the palm of the officer's hand. Finally turning his head to face Duncan "She is my sister too. After all." Errol added.

During the small wait for Clementine, Errol cut the awkward silence with a question "Soooo, why are you, a distinguished member of society, all roughed up like this?" He paused briefly and then turned to address Noa, whispering: "And why wasn't it me." humurously.

Finally, Clementine arrived in the company of one of the officers and a small smile creeped on his face. A snicker escaped the middle brother's mouth following Clem's comment on Duncan's appearance. She was definitely his sister. Errol returned his sister's hug and squeezed her tighter than she did him "Hey, Tangerine. Missed you, amor.". Errol observed the brief exchange between Clementine and Noa, recalling the time where she thought that he and Noa were sleeping together. Errol and Noa had never laughed so hard at anything in their entire 24 years of life.

Then, Errol turned to Duncan following Clem's question. He was curious as to who would be taking her home this time.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-Men roleplay)

Clem's antiques were like clockwork - Errol loved his sister and found her escapades amusing at times. This was not one of those times. Stood in the middle of two small groups, Errol's black shades peered at the glowing screen of his smart phone, trying his hardest not to convey irritation. In the middle of a weapons deal, both Errol and his closest friend and confidant, Noa, were mere moments from closing the deal and securing a decent profit for the Strays. Then the young gang member received a text from an insider at one of the NYPD precincts scattered around the Big Apple, informing him that his baby sister was in lock up. Again.

Not wanting to have his older half-brother in his ear, whining about how his influence eggs on Clem and her antiques, when they both knew it was all a play for their father's attention, Errol took it upon himself to head to the precinct and get her released. Forced to hand over the negotations to another member of the Strays and lose the credit for the sale, Errol begrudgingly made his way to his car. A yellow Lexus LC, gifted to him by the Strays' leader, Gervonta. With Noa accompanying him to the precinct, Errol remained cool and collected all the way up until he entered the drivers' seat and turned the keys in the ignition.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Errol threw his head back and groaned with an annoyed tone. "Coño! ¿A qué está jugando esa hermana mía?!" he exclaimed in exasperated Spanish before switching back to English "You know how good this'd looked to Gervonta if we'd closed out the deal?" a thick Brooklyn accent escaped the young man's lips before briefly pausing. "I'm talkin' a biiiiig cut of the profits. Now your tellin' me that payaso Hector's gonna get the cut we earned? Man, am I gonna have some words with that sister of mine. Trust that."

Everything he'd just explained, Noa already knew and Errol knew that Noa knew, but the urge to rant about his shortcomings in life always overrode his logic. Pressing the sole of his boot against the gas pedal, Errol began the begrudging journey to the precinct his sister was located.

Passing under the bright street lights and speeding through the bustling New York traffic, Errol's thoughts streamed through his mind like a river. Lowering the window, the young man let one arm hang out of the window as he enjoyed feeling the air caress his features. He could have gotten to the precinct much faster thanks to his mutation but, there was something about taking a leisurely drive and really taking in one's surroundings.

Glancing over toward Noa, he shot her a playful grin and asked "How much you willin' to bet we'll see Duncan?" he then waved his hand in a dismissive manner "Forget it. Knowin' my luck, he'll definitely be there."

Errol played a thousand different scenarios in his mind based on what would come from a meeting with his older brother. Meetings between the two were far and few between, and saying their relationship was strained was putting it lightly. Duncan had always treated Errol like crap ever since his existence as their dad's secret love child was discovered. Errol always felt it was rich that Duncan had the nerve to feel any kind of way toward him when he had no choice in being Giovanni's son. Duncan had this frustrating way of making Errol feel as if he was a mistake, or wasn't worthy of living and he resented him for it. Throughout the entire time Errol lived with their father, Duncan was never there except for summer vacations, and now he wants to pretend he cares about Clem? The four-eyed adicto. Thinks just 'cause he was an X-Man he's better than everyone.

After a relatively short drive, Errol pulled up and parked next to the sidewalk a few metres away from the precinct. Just before stepping out, the young criminal braced himself for what was to come. If Duncan attempted to pin Clem's behaviour on Errol again, he couldn't promise that both of them wouldn't be owing the city thousands of dollars in property damage once he was done wasting his big brother.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-Men roleplay)

General
Full Name: Errol Travis Acosta
Alias: Killerwatt
Age: 24
POB: Brookyln, New York, United States of America
Mutant: Yes
Nationality: American
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 163lbs
Ethnicity: Afro-Latino/Italian-American
Affiliations: Corleone Family (formerly), The Strays
Relatives: Corleone (father), Sinead Acosta (mother), Duncan Fraser (half-brother), Clementine Fraser (half-sister)
Voice Claim: https://youtu.be/J5w3XAl57Pg?si=UsPhk3NEKMNNDQfT

Biography:
The illegitimate son of mutant crime lord, Corleone, and a woman by the name of Sinead Acosta. Born with glowing electric yellow eyes, it was quickly determined that Errol was a mutant, taking after his father. Coming from a mutantphobic family, Sinead hid Errol’s obvious mutation from the rest of their family.

However, at the age of 13 Errol’s mutant abilities manifested when he caused a neighbourhood wide blackout with his newly discovered electrical abilities. Ashamed and disgusted at having a mutant in the family, Errol’s family disowned both him and his mother.
Fearing for her son’s safety now that his status as a mutant had been discovered. Sinead contacted Corleone in order for him to take Errol into his care. Pleased to hear of his son’s existence, and now a male “heir” to his criminal empire, Corleone happily took Errol in.

Living with his father, Errol would learn he had an older half-brother and younger half-sister also being raised by their father, Duncan and Clementine Fraser. For the next 5 years, Errol was taught how to control his powers as well as groomed into taking over his father’s criminal empire. Corleone’s attention on Errol, as well as Errol’s status as an illegitimate child caused a strain between him and his eldest brother, Duncan. However, while distant, he formed a somewhat close relationship with his youngest sister and despite his distance, he cared for her and looked out for her.

At 18, Errol would disrupt the entire dynamic of the family when he abruptly left home and joined a mutant gang that rivalled Corleone, the Strays. Errol was tired of the pressure on his shoulders as well as desired to be his own man and free of his father’s influence.
Over the next 6 years, Errol, now going by the name Killerwatt, actively contended with his father as he rose through the ranks of the Strays.

Personality:
Born into a working-class family in the harsh streets of Brooklyn, Errol spent the early years of his life learning to become self-reliant, self-assured and tough. To others, Errol comes off as reclusive, overconfident and unserious. As well as this, Errol is an ambitious and determined young man focused on becoming successful and “self-made”.

A caring and protective individual, Errol “takes care of his own” with ferocity. Unopposed to go above what is seen as “moral” in order to protect and serve those closest to him. This has earned him a positive reputation amongst circles he runs with, and he is viewed as a loyal and trusted member of his gang due to the lengths he has and will go through for his people.

The mutant abilities Errol has have somewhat inflated his ego, making him somewhat arrogant. While not the strongest of the Corleone children, Errol is a powerhouse in his own right and his capabilities are near limitless. His powers have also helped him create a name for himself and he is feared and respected by many in the criminal underworld. Because of this, Errol believes himself to be near unbeatable and he operates with reckless abandon, challenging anyone that crosses him without fear or knowledge of their abilities.

Errol carries a chip on his shoulder being the son of Corleone and a blood-born member of his family. The pressure placed on him while living with his father and being displaced from the family he grew up with made Errol bear a deep resentment for the man. This led to Errol developing a rebellious spirit and a desire to be his own man. These feelings would ultimately lead him to abandoning the family and siding with a rival gang to actively spite his father. His relationship with his eldest half-sibling is also strained due to the nature of his birth, however he secretly wishes to be closer to him but believes it is a lost cause. Errol is somewhat close with his half-sister, Clementine, and is protective and caring of her but was unfortunately limited interacting with her due to the nature of Clementine’s relationship with their father and Corleone’s near obsession with Errol. Not wanting her involved in his lifestyle or caught between the feud involving himself and their father, Errol keeps Clementine at arm’s length.

Errol’s resentment also extends toward his maternal family for their mutantphobic beliefs and forcing him to be uplifted from the only life he had known, as well as his mother. Experiencing mutantphobia firsthand from his own family would cause Errol to develop an instinctive mistrust of homo sapiens.

As a self-assured individual, Errol lacks many insecurities and is prideful about a multitude of aspects of himself. These include being a mutant, the son of Corleone, belonging to a gang and even his Italian, African-American and Dominican heritage. Errol occasionally also speaks with Spanish phrases here and there because of this.

Physical Description:
Killerwatt’s appearance takes mostly after that of his father, Corleone. His striking resemblance to his father is highlighted by most that know Corleone, much to the dismay of Killerwatt. Despite this though, he has inherited some features from his mother, a woman of African-American and Domican descent. He has a light brown skin texture with black dreadlocked hair, faded at the sides.

Standing at average height, Killerwatt engages in regular physical activity in order to stay fit as a result of the lifestyle he lives. Killerwatt has a lean fighter’s build.

A result of his mutation, Killerwatt was born with glowing eyes that are permanently yellow, changing to either blue or purple, depending on how supercharged he is. Because of this, Killerwatt’s mutant status can be easily discovered and he is forced to wear black sunglasses to hide his electrically charged irises. Some theorise that his glowing eyes serve as a “window” into the dimension his power hails from.

Mutation:
Mutant Power Level: Omega
Electrostatic Energy Generation: Killerwatt is an Omega-Mutant who possesses the ability to absorb, generate and redirect all forms of electricity. His body serves as a living capacitor, harnessing energy from a dimension of pure ambient electromagnetic energy. This energy stores into his cells which then metabolises into electricity. In his base state, Killerwatt’s body can generate 15,000 volts per minute, up to his natural storage capacity of 30,000,000 volts before it would stop producing electricity. Killerwatt is able to control the amount of electricity he discharges, whether that be a single volt or his entire supply of electricity. However, both the amount of voltage he can generate and store is susceptible to increase depending on if Killerwatt has absorbed electrical energy from an external source.

Killerwatt is able to expel electric bolts from any part of his body, but usually he shoots bolts from his hands. The speed at which these electric bolts travel is light speed, making it nigh impossible to evade. Killerwatt is able to manipulate the course of his electrostatic bolts, unlike traditional lightning, which does not always follow a straight line as it could be influenced by conducting substances like metal.

Being a living capacitor, Killerwatt is able to circulate the electricity within his body and focus it on certain areas of his body. In example, Killerwatt is able to supercharge his hands and give himself an edge whenever in close quarters combat.

Electrical Absorption: Killerwatt is capable of recharging his body’s energy reserves as well as increasing his power through external electrical power sources. Depending on how much energy he has absorbed, the color of electricity he generates changes. In his base state it is yellow, when powered beyond his natural reserves his electricity turns blue, and finally when he is “fully charged”, Killerwatt’s electricity turns purple.

Electrical Transportation: Killerwatt is able to transport himself via electricity, lightning or electronics. This is achieved where Killerwatt temporarily becomes electricity itself and rides the electromagnetic currents between sources. For example, Killerwatt can transport from point A to point B through power lines or multiple headlights.

Electricity Detection: Killerwatt can sense the presence of electricity and gain detailed understanding about the electricity he senses, including the amount/size of electricity and whether it is hidden.

Supercharged Form: Once exceeding a certain amount of voltage, Killerwatt is capable of transforming his whole body into pure electricity. Augmenting his physical capabilities as well as his mutant abilities.

Weaknesses & Limitations:
Overcharging:Despite being able to increase his own energy reserves via electrical absorption, Killerwatt is capable of overcharging and leaving himself in a weakened and dazed state. Following this, he is incapable of using his powers for a certain amount of time

Short-circuiting: While in the middle of using his powers or in his supercharged state, Killerwatt is vulnerable to things that may short-circuit him such as water.

Limited energy reserves: If unable to recharge or increase his natural voltage reserves through an external source, Killerwatt is susceptible to exhausting his own natural energy supply. Once this happens, Killerwatt is unable to generate electricity and must wait for his natural reserves to recharge.

Insulators: Killerwatt's base abilities are useless against insulators such as rubber. However, if Killerwatt is charged with enough electricity, he may be able overload certain insulators.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-Men roleplay)

Avatar - The Greater Conflict

Hands behind his back, Guhn and his winged lemur, Tatu, wandered the streets. Hungry, and in a state of absent mind, the Air Nomad found himself in the market place. Realising how hungry he was, Guhn began to browse the various stalls set up in the area with the hopes of finding some vegetarian dishes. It hadn't been long since he'd left the comforts of his home temple to explore the outside world, and he was learning a lot, specifically about the war between the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation. However, Guhn's main concern was that vegetarianism was not as widespread as he'd initially thought.

"Who knew finding vegetarian food in other parts of the world would be so hard." Guhn sighed, scratching his nose with a bored expression. Tatu made his opinion known with a high pitched but short vocalisation. He was not happy. Reaching over his shoulder, Guhn scratched the top of the winged lemur's head "You eat fruit, plants and insects. I don't understand why you're the one that's annoyed." he argued, teasing his small companion.

Guhn noticed a shift in the energy of the townsman, as if a rain cloud had passed over. Curiosity wrinkled his forehead as he then saw a small crowd gather, without as much as a second thought, the Air Nomad moved toward the commotion. Gently pushing his way to the front, he witnessed a group of injured Fire Nation soldiers enter the city.

Severely out of the loop with the world's current events, he whispered to someone (@KinkyPrawn) on his left while his eyes remained locked on the soldiers "What happened there?" Guhn did hear an onlooker mention 'Meijang' though, they must have returned from a fight with the Earth Kingdom's military or something.

Avatar - The Greater Conflict

character sheet: Guhn

Name: Guhn
Age: 23
Affiliation: Air Nomads
Bending: Airbender
Background: Hailing from an Air Nomad offshoot that combines aspects of traditional Air Nomad culture and a warrior lifestyle, training to prepare for confrontation, Guhn was raised in the ways of the Warrior Air Nomad. After reaching adulthood, Guhn left the comfort of his Temple and began travelling on his Sky Bison to become more in tune with the world and nature, while righting wrongs whenever he encountered it.