Name: Mason Marcus Zetith
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Employment: Journalist
Personality: Mason is a very reserved and introverted man. He doesn't speak unless spoken too, and rather enjoys being alone. Though that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy the company of a select few. Those who make an effort to get to know him will actually find he's rather charming - though somewhat soft-spoken, he's got a good sense of humor, is understanding and patient, and in general a really nice guy.
Mason has a fierce love for stars and constellations, it's something he's always been obsessed with since he was a child. He also loves to travel, the idea of seeing so many places, cultures, food, people, all on the same earth, truly fascinates him, and he is very lucky that his job allows him to travel regularly.
Though he's a truly kindhearted man, he's very sensitive and emotional, and he seldom opens up to people. He doesn't do well in high pressure situations and he isn't the strongest, the smartest, or the toughest. He's a gentle, passionate guy, who only really wants to do what he enjoys in life.
Ability: Pathfinder: Mason is able to find any place, item, or person, and create the most efficient path to where they are. His power is neither offensive or defensive - it is simply utility, and it doesn't have a whole lot of weaknesses due to it's simple and straightforward nature. When his power is in use, his blue eyes give off a small glow, and he has to be very concentrated and focused to do it. It is significantly easier for him to use his abilities at night, though he doesn't know why.
Background: Mason was born in a small town in Minnesota, USA. His father was never in the picture, he'd run when his mother revealed she was pregnant, and raised him by herself. It was clear early on he wasn't the most outgoing of kids, and never had a lot of friends, save for one quirky boy named Zach he met in high school and to this day still keeps in touch with, despite traveling so often. But that's another story for another day.
His mother a city girl at heart, and up until he was nine they lived in NYC, but they moved due to expenses and his mother wanting a stable life for her son. He absolutely loved his new life in Minnesota. It was a quiet place. He felt he could start fresh, and he could see the stars every night. There were no skyscrapers that blocked them.
It was always clear that Mason wanted to travel. He was saving pennies since he could remember, and it was his biggest dream to explore the world. He studied Journalism and Astronomy in college, and the moment he graduated, he took all the money he'd saved, the money he'd made doing odd jobs since he was thirteen, the money his mother had given him, got to a plane to the first place he could think of. London, England. Why? He wasn't sure. Why not.
He hadn't planned to stay long, but he met this incredible girl. Her name was Melanie, and she was simply stunning. Long brown hair, sparkly green eyes, laughter that was contagious, and a love for stars. That sealed the deal.
He dropped everything for her; spent over five months with her in London before he convinced her to go travelling with him. They visited Africa, France, Italy, Tokyo.. everywhere. Mason loved every moment of it. He was going to propose to her; until he found out she had been cheating on him. He was devastated. He went back home to Minnesota, to clear his head. See his mom, see his old friends. Got a job as a travel journalist. And wouldn't you know it, got called to write an article in London.
That day was one of the most incredible of his life. Terrifying. That he was stuck. This boy who loved to travel, to feel free, was stuck in one place. But the gift he was given; it felt so right. He didn't look much different. He wasn't lifting cars or spitting fire, but he felt new and special. He'd woken up that morning thinking of Mel, and he could suddenly visualize her halfway across town, her exact address, the exact room of the apartment building she slept in. Yes. It was creepy, and a little bit scary, but he knew. He knew it was right.
That, er, didn't exactly solve the problem that he was stuck in England, though.