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The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

As Owen slumped against brick wall, then slid down it into a seated position on the cold, hard floor. The parahuman let out a sigh as police sirens blared in the distance. He ran both of his hands through his hair, then held his head down towards his chest. Frustrated at what he had done, the chaos he had caused and the deaths he'd brought upon the unlucky innocents inside the now malformed diner. The wanted man angrily grasped at his hair, letting out a deep breath as he tried his damnedest to remove the image of the dying bystander from his mind. The silent shock evident within the dying eyes as the poor fellow ceased to breathe.

Suddenly Owen was pulled from his dark thoughts, absorbed out of reality as all outside noise had silenced and faded for an astonishing moment. A familar face appeared before him, giant in its size and scope as the voice hammered into his eardrums. The words were more soothing, addressing him directly. It sent a shiver down the parahuman's spine as the unknown face spoke. He had scrambled to his feet, eyes going wide as they had ever been as he simply stared astonished at the giant face. The symptoms which he had felt at its first appearance did not reoccur, it was as if this figure had displayed itself directly into his mind. It did not manifest itself on every single screen across the city, which led Owen to believe that is what had caused his breakdown.

"P-para Protection Society? Wait!" He exclaimed, stepping forward as the face had fallen apart like shattered glass, leaving no trail behind as reality came back to him.

Owen scratched his neck, looking around to find himself in the same place he had been before the bizarre moment. The sirens were once more ablaze in the distance, as the other sounds of the megacity echoed around him as well. He turned and strolled out of the alleyway, even more unsure of things than he had been minutes before. That being was tracking him, it must have had some unsettling powers to do what it had done on this eventful day. Its words were softly spoken in this most recent encounter, as if it was trying to help him. He briefly debated taking the nearest train and just running as far as he could away, but that would lead nowhere. And in all honesty the constant running was wearing thin. He had nowhere to go except where this mysterious face had advised him to. He just hoped he wasn't walking into some horrific trap.

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Against his better judgement he returned to the deformed diner scene, albeit with a new change of clothes. He stared at the pure mass of police presence surrounding it, watching it from a safe distance. It was not the first time Owen needed to be just another face in the crowd, as long as he did not do anything to draw attention to himself then he'd seen as just one more random bystander going about their daily business. His eyes shifted to the police drones, pausing briefly as he stared at them. They always used so much technology and machinery, it at least gave Owen multiple routes of escape if he were ever cornered or worse, captured.

That was not on the agenda though, he needed to find the Parahuman Protection Society, though did not have the faintest idea of where to start. He'd heard faint rumbles of their existence, seen graffiti on the sides of buildings and heard the rejects of society preach their noble goals. While also hearing plenty of news headlines of their misdeeds and alleged crimes. In his tumultuous time as a para Owen had realized some of the things in which you had to do in order to get by, so as to not end up locked up in a Lorne facility somewhere, undergoing whatever terrifying things they do to captured parahumans.

As he walked along the sidewalk he rubbed his hands gently together, paying no mind to any ideal chit chat or the people staring at the result of his outburst. Most of them would see it as another example of parahuman terror even if it was truthfully a bizarre incident in which he'd lost control. Then he paused in his stride at an older man walking towards the crime scene. Something click in Owen's mind as he brought an identity to the face. A face which had been plastered on the news or on billboards as a wanted man, like Owen was. Another para, the one with the prosthetic arm.

"Hey, I wouldn't go there if I were you." Owen stated as he moved his fingers gently, enough to seize momentariyl control of the robotic prosthetic and point fingers towards himself. An ignorable gesture to others around them, but a bold one to the other para.

@King Cosmos

Lavender Radio Tower || Volume 03

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

The sound of casual conversation filled Otto's bustling diner, as a soft rock song played lightly over the sound system. An elderly couple stared out the window to their side while they held each others hands on the tabletop. The busy city of Marlon was alive with activity as it always was. Cars zoomed down the streets as pedestrians walked and talked, each in their own little conversations. A single mother tried her best to occupy her three young children as one of them scribbled intently at a coloring book. All while a busy waitress carried a trey of food with top level carefulness, as she tried her very to avoid bumping into any of the customers in the crowded restaurant. Nestled in the corner of the quaint establishment was a solitary figure, heavily bearded and silent in his seat. Across from him on one of the walls was a television screen replaying an old baseball game, a close pitcher's duel between two teams from opposite sides of the country.

As the lanky pitcher in blue fired a rocket of a fastball towards homeplate Owen took a slow sip of his coffee. The light brown liquid swirled in the mug as he set it down as gently as he sipped it. Then he wiped his lips with the linen napkin and his eyes wandered around the diner. The trio of patrons in the booth next to his were going on about parahumans, one of them clearly stating his anti-para views plain as day. If only that fool knew who was sitting a few feet from him. A quick smile came onto Owen's face but faded as rapidly as it came as he glanced back at the television. The hitter trotted around the diamond, victoriously having knocked the pitch over the fences, pumping his fist as he rounded third base.

"Here we go, your sandwich," A female voice entered into Owen's ear as a plate was placed in front of him. His lunch sandwhich which smelled absolutely delicious. The bacon's crispiness as perfect as one could ask for. "Would you like a coffee refill?"

"No, I'm alright thank you." The parahuman replied, eagerly putting his hands on one of the slices of his sandwich.

"Well just let me know if you need anything, don't eat that too fast." The waitress said with a laugh then turned and went on her way as Owen chewed down the first bite of his meal.

Good food wasn't always something Owen had the privilege of having. The whole living life on the run as a wanted super powered wanted criminal tended to put a damper on that. Still, he frequented lower key restaurants when he could. His bank account had been locked when his parahuman identity was revealed so he could only pay in cold hard cash for everything. The occasional robbery helped him with that. Though he hated living like a runaway, having to rob or scrounge to get by. His current residence in one of the poorest parts of the city in a rundown apartment complex was a far cry from his previous living conditions. Every night he slept, when he could actually sleep he had nightmares of his childhood. Owen felt weak and utterly alone, like the bullies were after him again. Like he was pinned against the wall and struggling as the people after him breathed down his neck.

He shut his eyes briefly and dashed away the dark thoughts to try to clear his mind. He chewed down another bite as his eyes drifted back to the baseball game. It had cut to commercial break as Owen took a longer sip of his coffee. An ad about car insurance lit up the screen. An older man, some formerly much more famous actor gave some speech about discount insurance as Owen gulped down his coffee. Then the television screen lit up, as did every other digital screen in the entire diner. Even the digital billboard outside that had previously displayed an ad for a pickup truck rapidly changed to static. Every single cell phone flickered in similar fashion, Owen not having one himself. He had smashed it shortly after his exile from his apartment. A chill crept down the parahuman's spine at the bizarre sight.

Owen was more in tuned to technology and machinery than others, even when he was peacefully sitting he always felt an odd, but not painful feeling in the back of his head. Over the last month he'd gotten more used to it, but this time it utterly terrified him and caused his whole body to begin to shake. As the face appeared he felt his hands tense and the mug fall from his fingers, shattering like glass on the desk as drops of coffee shot everywhere. The parahuman did not even register the scalding hotness that splashed onto his shirt as he stared at the screen. His breathing had slowed to a snail's pace in the surreal moment, feeling as if he was gonna choke on the air in which he breathed. His ears ringed powerfully, as the robotic tone forcefully burrowed its way into his ears.

"You are not alone."

By the time the words had been uttered the parahuman had already lost it in the moment. Metal screeched all around Owen as the diner's foundations shook terribly. The walls roared as the bars holding them bent in different, unpredictable directions. Tables collapsed upon themselves while silverware crumbled like leaves under foot. Cell phones shattered in hands, crackling like glass under duress. The metal manipulator's hands wildly twitched and shook as he lost control, eyes directly forward at the television screen as it was compressed telekinetically, sparks flying as the electronics inside were manipulated, disfigured and then destroyed. The inside of the building reverberated under intense strain as the confused and frightened customers dove for the floor or ran in panic. Some were caught in the chaos, metal crashing into them while an unlucky woman was momentarily choked as her silver necklace tightened against her flesh. Watches and the clock on the wall rapidly sped ahead, disorienting the displayed time into total nonsense. Windows exploded as their metallic frames were manipulated, shooting glass onto the sidewalks and street.

Then everything returned to normal as the eerie display on every single screen vanished. Owen returned to normalcy as well, slowly coming down from his horrific moment. As he tried to steady his breathing his eyes dashed rapidly around, cloudy and hazed, taking in sights of the disfigured diner and patrons flooding out of it. Some unlucky ones tangled in the madness, momentarily constricted or even brutally injured in the chaos. The parahuman stared at his hands as the shaking stopped, once more he was in full control. In a large fragment of glass he saw his reflection and gazed at how pale his skin had become, color returning slowly. Owen tried to get out of his booth but found the act of walking far more difficult than it typically was. He fell forward, landing besides an unlucky customer. A middle aged man with a heavy piece of steel through his gut, blood seeping into a pool beneath him. Terror in his eyes, realization of imminent death.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, oh god." Owen stammered, words flying out of his mouth as he pulled himself to his feet. Crimson red blood dripped from the man's lips, staining his shirt as he simply stared at the parahuman. Owen moved to pull the steel bar from out of the man's stomach but only watched him die, life flicker from confused, terrified eyes.

Then he ran, senses, mind and body back to working order as his legs carried him out of the diner, leaping through a horribly bent window. His boots shattered the already broken glass into even smaller pieces as he ran down the sidewalk as fast as he could, bystanders staring at him then at the mutilated diner. After a sharp right then left turn he finally slowed himself, overwhelmed with emotion and physical exertion. A forceful headache filled his head as he walked down an alleyway, shocked and exhausted from releasing so much raw power uncontrollably.

What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

Owen Armstrong

Owen Armstrong

Age: 36

Appearance: Owen does not cast a physically imposing figure, he stands around average height at five feet and ten inches with a lean slightly athletic frame. His hair is a dark brown shade and at a medium length. A scruffy beard evident on the bottom half of his face and neck. His eyes are green in color, often staring off at his surroundings or stuck in thought. He tends to dress in non eye catching fashions and shades, all part of the goal of blending into crowds when he needs to. He does not carry any weaponry on him or special equipment.

Para Category: Beta, threat level 4.

Powers/Abilities: Owen is technopathic, which grants him control over manmade machinery and crafted metals. He can technokinetically mold, alter and reconstruct these to his will. For example a car could be molded into a robot guardian, crafted and twisted until its been given a humanoid shape then fights in his defense. Or he could strip that same car of its metal sheeting and mold that into a suit of armor for himself or others. One common usage of his power is to strip metals and create a barrier or a walkway. In the past he has ripped guns from the hands of opponents with his mind, then crumbled the firearms like piece of paper. He's also hacked into mechs and turned them to his side. He can interface into computers, cameras and other types of electronics and manipulate them to a degree. Highly protected and encrypted systems give him a lot of trouble. The potential upper limits of his abilities are frightening especially in a world filled to the brim with machines, metal and technology.

The power is not without its limitations or drawbacks though. He is only able to manipulate machinery, metals and technology within his vision and it must be man made. He can not control natural earth occurring metals unless they have been first crafted by human hands. He believes he may one day be able to use his powers to that extent but has been utterly unable to so far. Prolonged usage of the power or at massive capacities tires him. A particularly stressful experimentation of his powers nearly led him to blackout.

Skills:

• As a talented engineer even before gaining his powers Owen is very creative and detail oriented. He's a resourceful man with a focused thought process. As well as an intelligent, college educated man with years of experience in a difficult field. It is difficult to catch him off guard.
• Owen has taken it upon himself to learn a few forms of martial arts in the name of self defense. While he is not a deadly unarmed combatant he can hold his own in a brawl against less trained opponents.
• In his time as a parahuman he's put it upon himself to do whatever it takes to survive. He's ruthless in his ways and actions, doing anything needed to thrive, prosper and evade capture/death. Nothing is out of question when his own status is on the line.

Weaknesses:

• Other than his technopathic powers he is entirely human. He bleeds just the same as every other person.
• Owen's mental stability is in question due to recent traumatic events, the state of the world an his status as a wanted parahuman. He's much less trusting of people that he once was and is suspicious of others true intentions. He has no qualms with turning his back and fleeing as self preservation registers highly for him. He's had to resort to some worrisome deeds in order to survive.
• He's a bit of a loner, he does not make many friends or allies. His lack of trust comes into this very strongly.
• He's a known parahuman, having committed several crimes to get by and further himself. The general public may not know his face but the authorities do. While he has done nothing sadistic or inhuman he has been connected to multiple break ins, robberies and hostage takings.

Brief History: Owen was born into a poorer family in the slummier districts of southern California. As an only child raised by a single mother he had an at times, rough childhood. His father was never in the picture and he can't recall a single memory involving the man. His mother, Jocelyn told him his father took off for the east shortly after Owen was born and never heard from again. His mother worked in a factory and did everything she could to give her son a happy life. He repaid his mother's devotion for him by focusing intently on schoolwork. Even though he'd often come home bruised from being frequently bullied. He never had many friends in school, or was ever the most social of children. He'd find his sanity in machinery, a deep fascination with robotics from a young age would serve as an ironic sign of his future self. He finished near the top of his class and was given a scholarship to the prestigious Stanford University where he'd enroll in their engineering program.

The future seemed ever bright to the intelligent Owen. College was much the same as high school, minus the bullying, thankfully. He put his head down and focused strongly on schoolwork until the day he walked out with his degree. Tragedy would strike a few days after his graduation as his mother was killed in a mugging. The event had a profound effect on the wide eyed Owen, affecting him deeply for months. He'd push himself forward and get a job at AeroVironment, a robotics company which manufactured unmanned robotics for several of the world's militaries. Owen would play a strong hand in the progress and development of multiple projects, earning himself a reputation within the company and within the field. He'd move on from the company in 2042, taking a higher paid position across the country in Marlon in 2042 for the Lorne Corporation's robotic's division.

His work with Lorne would earn him more accolades, though being employed by such a massive company in a cutthroat city would change him. Still the job was good and filled his wants in life, he'd even fall in love with a fellow employee, Bethany Robinson who he'd maintain a romantic relationship with for a few years up until the catastrophic event at the Tower. Owen was struck by the wave of energy, finding himself embedded with strange powers. His experimentation with his newfound abilities both intrigued and frightened him. He did not seek out to become a hero or cause trouble, instead he continued to try to live his normal life and hide his technopathicness. Bethany never approved of the powers, they frightened her deeply. It would be the cause of several fights between the two.

After one rough confrontation between the two Owen angrily lashed out and released his powers. He shifted the inside of his apartment, molding and shaking every piece of machinery in it. Windows shattered and the door launched off the hinges as the enraged Owen was not able to control his still newfound abilities. Bethany ran away terrified, tears streaming down her face as crooked pieces of metal jutted from the walls, floor and ceiling. As Owen ran after her, trying to get her back the police were called and he had to flee. He lost his job at Lorne Corporation and found himself wanted by the authorities. Since then Owen has has had to live a much different life, moving from place to place constantly. He's begun to dip into using his powers, seeing how far he can take them, how powerful he can become. All while remaining angry at the world.

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Plain black and white sneakers clicked against the sidewalk as Owen walked calmly through the bustling streets of Marlon. One of his hands moved towards his head, adjusting his baseball cap as he continued his silent stride, careful to avoid walking into any passerbys. The moon sat high in the sky as the megacity's lights flooded the skyline. It was never truly dark anywhere in the bustling Marlon. Traffic blared by on the streets, a horn honking loudly at a near collision between two cars. The parahuman gave a short glance at the scene as he continued his night time stride. The bus stop was in sight, not even a block away. A smile of relief came to his face as he was a few minutes early. He'd be able to relax then take a ride through the streets, into a safer part of the megacity. He picked up his pace slightly, side stepping two conversing denizens smoking cigarettes leisurely.

Owen tucked his hands into his sweatshirt's pockets, a cool fall breeze tapping against his exposed hands before he tucked them away. He could hear the sound of a guitar beginning strummed nearby as a street musician played an old rock song. The man's fingers danced across the frets as he picked up the pace, a small crowd having gathered around him to watch. An open instrument case sat by him where some of the audience had placed dollars before continuing to go about their day. The parahuman narrowed his eyes as he tried to recall the song, it might have been an old tune by the Eagles. The song struck a tone inside the wanted super powered man. It caused him to think of better days. He took a moment to watch and listen as he removed two dollars from his pocket. Then he dropped them wordlessly into the case before continuing on his way. The musician giving a thankful smile and nod as Owen turned back towards the bus stop.

As he emerged from the small crowd he unwittingly locked eyes with a person standing to the side. Then he felt his stride pick up slightly as he realized it was a policeman. The officer moved as the two met gazes, recognizing Owen from the profile on the police database as well as the occasional plastered wanted screens around the city. The man spoke out a few words as Owen kept the walk, so very close the bus stop. He felt a nervous chill go down his spine as he understood the officer's words.

"Hey you, slow down. Come here for just one second!" The words caused the parahuman to blink, and against his better judgement he stopped in his stride. He could've booked it and dashed into the crowd, gotten lost in the city's lights and continue his vigilante escapade.

"Can I help you officer?" Owen calmly replied as he turned, hands coming out of his pockets. He could feel his heart rate rising slowly as the officer took another step towards him.

"I know you. You're that metal bending para." The policeman said forcefully, taking another step closer.

"You're mistaken, I'm not one of those freaks." Owen said, reacting with a false confusion and disgust. It did not stop the officer as one of the man's hands went towards his hip, resting momentarily on his sidearm.

"No I'm sure of it. You've done a lot of bad things, your face is in our parahuman database. I'm gonna have to ask you to come with me." The officer replied as his other hand went for his handcuffs. Owen began to raise his hands upwards.

"No, no I'm not. You're wrong. This is all a big misunderstanding, I don't know what you're talking about." Owen shot back, his voice evident with nervousness. It was at that moment he took notice of a metallic mailbox on the sidewalk, the insignia of the post office evident on it.

"Come with me quietly. I don't want this to escalate." The officer added, still not having drawn his pistol. The man was hoping for a diplomatic, peaceful situation. Sadly, no such thing would occur. He'd never let himself be captured. He'd heard horror stories of the parahumans that had been taken away and caged.

The mailbox shook forcefully, lifting off the ground and drawing the immediate attention of the policeman and all the surrounding pedestrians. The gun came out of the officer's holster, clenched in his hand, finger on the trigger and pointed at Owen. The metallic mailbox launched towards the man, hurling through the air as it slammed into his side and sending him to the hard concrete ground. A bullet shot off with a scream, a reaction shot that hit nothing but the air. The scene had exploded into chaos within a split second. Mail spewed across the sidewalk as the mailbox skidded to a halt, released from Owen's control. The sound of metal screeching against pavement only drew more eyes to the scene. The pistol had also slide across the floor before it levitated upwards, floating in front of the parahuman in his control.

"Please, don't. Please." The downed man begged as the parahuman looked down at him, several of his ribs cracked from the collision with the mailbox. Owen breathed heavily, briefly considering putting a bullet between the man's eyes so that he could not radio to the others. The tension hung in the air heavily.

Then the parahuman acted with the eyes of the crowd upon him. He ripped the police radio from the man's belt, then reduced it to pieces, along with the gun. Both fell apart like a puzzle losing its pieces, leaving a crumbled mess of formerly assembled pieces on the sidewalk. He'd shown mercy and solved the momentary issue of more authorities coming for his capture. But they would arrive soon regardless, he had to move. Then Owen ran, sprinting as fast he could down an alleyway. A few moments later the crowd followed, finding a dark alley and a bent fence in which the parahuman had manipulated then scaled over.

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

Owen Armstrong

Owen Armstrong

Age: 36

Appearance: Owen does not cast a physically imposing figure, he stands around average height at five feet and ten inches with a lean slightly athletic frame. His hair is a dark brown shade and at a medium length. A scruffy beard evident on the bottom half of his face and neck. His eyes are green in color, often staring off at his surroundings or stuck in thought. He tends to dress in non eye catching fashions and shades, all part of the goal of blending into crowds when he needs to. He does not carry any weaponry on him or special equipment.

Para Category: Beta, threat level 4.

Powers/Abilities: Owen is technopathic, which grants him control over manmade machinery and crafted metals. He can technokinetically mold, alter and reconstruct these to his will. For example a car could be molded into a robot guardian, crafted and twisted until its been given a humanoid shape then fights in his defense. Or he could strip that same car of its metal sheeting and mold that into a suit of armor for himself or others. One common usage of his power is to strip metals and create a barrier or a walkway. In the past he has ripped guns from the hands of opponents with his mind, then crumbled the firearms like piece of paper. He's also hacked into mechs and turned them to his side. He can interface into computers, cameras and other types of electronics and manipulate them to a degree. Highly protected and encrypted systems give him a lot of trouble. The potential upper limits of his abilities are frightening especially in a world filled to the brim with machines, metal and technology.

The power is not without its limitations or drawbacks though. He is only able to manipulate machinery, metals and technology within his vision and it must be man made. He can not control natural earth occurring metals unless they have been first crafted by human hands. He believes he may one day be able to use his powers to that extent but has been utterly unable to so far. Prolonged usage of the power or at massive capacities tires him. A particularly stressful experimentation of his powers nearly led him to blackout.

Skills:

• As a talented engineer even before gaining his powers Owen is very creative and detail oriented. He's a resourceful man with a focused thought process. As well as an intelligent, college educated man with years of experience in a difficult field. It is difficult to catch him off guard.
• Owen has taken it upon himself to learn a few forms of martial arts in the name of self defense. While he is not a deadly unarmed combatant he can hold his own in a brawl against less trained opponents.
• In his time as a parahuman he's put it upon himself to do whatever it takes to survive. He's ruthless in his ways and actions, doing anything needed to thrive, prosper and evade capture/death. Nothing is out of question when his own status is on the line.

Weaknesses:

• Other than his technopathic powers he is entirely human. He bleeds just the same as every other person.
• Owen's mental stability is in question due to recent traumatic events, the state of the world an his status as a wanted parahuman. He's much less trusting of people that he once was and is suspicious of others true intentions. He has no qualms with turning his back and fleeing as self preservation registers highly for him. He's had to resort to some worrisome deeds in order to survive.
• He's a bit of a loner, he does not make many friends or allies. His lack of trust comes into this very strongly.
• He's a known parahuman, having committed several crimes to get by and further himself. The general public may not know his face but the authorities do. While he has done nothing sadistic or inhuman he has been connected to multiple break ins, robberies and hostage takings.

Brief History: Owen was born into a poorer family in the slummier districts of southern California. As an only child raised by a single mother he had an at times, rough childhood. His father was never in the picture and he can't recall a single memory involving the man. His mother, Jocelyn told him his father took off for the east shortly after Owen was born and never heard from again. His mother worked in a factory and did everything she could to give her son a happy life. He repaid his mother's devotion for him by focusing intently on schoolwork. Even though he'd often come home bruised from being frequently bullied. He never had many friends in school, or was ever the most social of children. He'd find his sanity in machinery, a deep fascination with robotics from a young age would serve as an ironic sign of his future self. He finished near the top of his class and was given a scholarship to the prestigious Stanford University where he'd enroll in their engineering program.

The future seemed ever bright to the intelligent Owen. College was much the same as high school, minus the bullying, thankfully. He put his head down and focused strongly on schoolwork until the day he walked out with his degree. Tragedy would strike a few days after his graduation as his mother was killed in a mugging. The event had a profound effect on the wide eyed Owen, affecting him deeply for months. He'd push himself forward and get a job at AeroVironment, a robotics company which manufactured unmanned robotics for several of the world's militaries. Owen would play a strong hand in the progress and development of multiple projects, earning himself a reputation within the company and within the field. He'd move on from the company in 2042, taking a higher paid position across the country in Marlon in 2042 for the Lorne Corporation's robotic's division.

His work with Lorne would earn him more accolades, though being employed by such a massive company in a cutthroat city would change him. Still the job was good and filled his wants in life, he'd even fall in love with a fellow employee, Bethany Robinson who he'd maintain a romantic relationship with for a few years up until the catastrophic event at the Tower. Owen was struck by the wave of energy, finding himself embedded with strange powers. His experimentation with his newfound abilities both intrigued and frightened him. He did not seek out to become a hero or cause trouble, instead he continued to try to live his normal life and hide his technopathicness. Bethany never approved of the powers, they frightened her deeply. It would be the cause of several fights between the two.

After one rough confrontation between the two Owen angrily lashed out and released his powers. He shifted the inside of his apartment, molding and shaking every piece of machinery in it. Windows shattered and the door launched off the hinges as the enraged Owen was not able to control his still newfound abilities. Bethany ran away terrified, tears streaming down her face as crooked pieces of metal jutted from the walls, floor and ceiling. As Owen ran after her, trying to get her back the police were called and he had to flee. He lost his job at Lorne Corporation and found himself wanted by the authorities. Since then Owen has has had to live a much different life, moving from place to place constantly. He's begun to dip into using his powers, seeing how far he can take them, how powerful he can become. All while remaining angry at the world.

Sample Post

Plain black and white sneakers clicked against the sidewalk as Owen walked calmly through the bustling streets of Marlon. One of his hands moved towards his head, adjusting his baseball cap as he continued his silent stride, careful to avoid walking into any passerbys. The moon sat high in the sky as the megacity's lights flooded the skyline. It was never truly dark anywhere in the bustling Marlon. Traffic blared by on the streets, a horn honking loudly at a near collision between two cars. The parahuman gave a short glance at the scene as he continued his night time stride. The bus stop was in sight, not even a block away. A smile of relief came to his face as he was a few minutes early. He'd be able to relax then take a ride through the streets, into a safer part of the megacity. He picked up his pace slightly, side stepping two conversing denizens smoking cigarettes leisurely.

Owen tucked his hands into his sweatshirt's pockets, a cool fall breeze tapping against his exposed hands before he tucked them away. He could hear the sound of a guitar beginning strummed nearby as a street musician played an old rock song. The man's fingers danced across the frets as he picked up the pace, a small crowd having gathered around him to watch. An open instrument case sat by him where some of the audience had placed dollars before continuing to go about their day. The parahuman narrowed his eyes as he tried to recall the song, it might have been an old tune by the Eagles. The song struck a tone inside the wanted super powered man. It caused him to think of better days. He took a moment to watch and listen as he removed two dollars from his pocket. Then he dropped them wordlessly into the case before continuing on his way. The musician giving a thankful smile and nod as Owen turned back towards the bus stop.

As he emerged from the small crowd he unwittingly locked eyes with a person standing to the side. Then he felt his stride pick up slightly as he realized it was a policeman. The officer moved as the two met gazes, recognizing Owen from the profile on the police database as well as the occasional plastered wanted screens around the city. The man spoke out a few words as Owen kept the walk, so very close the bus stop. He felt a nervous chill go down his spine as he understood the officer's words.

"Hey you, slow down. Come here for just one second!" The words caused the parahuman to blink, and against his better judgement he stopped in his stride. He could've booked it and dashed into the crowd, gotten lost in the city's lights and continue his vigilante escapade.

"Can I help you officer?" Owen calmly replied as he turned, hands coming out of his pockets. He could feel his heart rate rising slowly as the officer took another step towards him.

"I know you. You're that metal bending para." The policeman said forcefully, taking another step closer.

"You're mistaken, I'm not one of those freaks." Owen said, reacting with a false confusion and disgust. It did not stop the officer as one of the man's hands went towards his hip, resting momentarily on his sidearm.

"No I'm sure of it. You've done a lot of bad things, your face is in our parahuman database. I'm gonna have to ask you to come with me." The officer replied as his other hand went for his handcuffs. Owen began to raise his hands upwards.

"No, no I'm not. You're wrong. This is all a big misunderstanding, I don't know what you're talking about." Owen shot back, his voice evident with nervousness. It was at that moment he took notice of a metallic mailbox on the sidewalk, the insignia of the post office evident on it.

"Come with me quietly. I don't want this to escalate." The officer added, still not having drawn his pistol. The man was hoping for a diplomatic, peaceful situation. Sadly, no such thing would occur. He'd never let himself be captured. He'd heard horror stories of the parahumans that had been taken away and caged.

The mailbox shook forcefully, lifting off the ground and drawing the immediate attention of the policeman and all the surrounding pedestrians. The gun came out of the officer's holster, clenched in his hand, finger on the trigger and pointed at Owen. The metallic mailbox launched towards the man, hurling through the air as it slammed into his side and sending him to the hard concrete ground. A bullet shot off with a scream, a reaction shot that hit nothing but the air. The scene had exploded into chaos within a split second. Mail spewed across the sidewalk as the mailbox skidded to a halt, released from Owen's control. The sound of metal screeching against pavement only drew more eyes to the scene. The pistol had also slide across the floor before it levitated upwards, floating in front of the parahuman in his control.

"Please, don't. Please." The downed man begged as the parahuman looked down at him, several of his ribs cracked from the collision with the mailbox. Owen breathed heavily, briefly considering putting a bullet between the man's eyes so that he could not radio to the others. The tension hung in the air heavily.

Then the parahuman acted with the eyes of the crowd upon him. He ripped the police radio from the man's belt, then reduced it to pieces, along with the gun. Both fell apart like a puzzle losing its pieces, leaving a crumbled mess of formerly assembled pieces on the sidewalk. He'd shown mercy and solved the momentary issue of more authorities coming for his capture. But they would arrive soon regardless, he had to move. Then Owen ran, sprinting as fast he could down an alleyway. A few moments later the crowd followed, finding a dark alley and a bent fence in which the parahuman had manipulated then scaled over.