Name: Erik Hoffman
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Occupation: GA at UCE
Powers: Special glands allow Erik to proudce mist from his pores and then manipulate its direction and temperature as well as filter out harmful substances in his body and push them out of his pores along with the mist. He also has augmented eyes that allow him to see through the mist he produces, but they are also much more sensitive because of this.
Hobbies: Reading (mostly comics, manga, fantasy and sci fi books), experimenting with his powers, playing games occasionally.
Musical Tastes: Shoegaze, Classical, Smyphonic Metal, mostly genres involving good isntrumentals.
Appearance: Erik stands at 6’2” with a wiry frame, looking as though his body is mostly arms and legs. His skin is pale, almsot a pure white. His eyes are an ice blue, almost transluscent white color. He allows his white blonde hair to grow past his shoulders and lay in a straggly manner across his shoulders and back. He generally looks unhealthy and a bit wispy.
Strengths: Erik has been experimenting with his powers ever since he discovered them when he was in high school, so he grown adept at controlling them and finding new ways to utilize them. He studies Chemistry at UCE, so he’s skilled at knowing what sorts of things he can ingest and what outcome it will have. He’s an intelligent person in general, especially when it comes to nerd culture and the things he’s interested in. Despite looking unhealthy, he can move rather quickly if pushed.
Weaknesses: Erik is anti social and closes himself off from people, other than the occasional interractions required of him in his GA position and speaking with his mother. He is not very strong at all, mostly focusing on speed when he thought he’d try his hand as being a vigilante. He depends on his powers too much when it comes to his nightly routines; they have become an extension of him at this point. While he can control and manipulate the wisps he creates, he does not control the air flow, so he is powerless against strong gusts of wind. Pushing himself, he can maintain the mist closest to him against a gust, but the mist furhter from him will blow away.
Bio: Erik was raised by a single mother, who taught Senior English and a Junior AP English class at his high school in Casmalia. His father had died when he was five. He secluded himself throughout school, becoming the target of bullies every so often. When he was a Junior in high school, Erik discovered his powers one day when he was confronted in an alley by a group of Senior who made it a sport to find Erik and give him a hard time. They had his backpack and were looking through it, tossing his posessions and school things on the ground. Erik had become numb to this treatment by this point and just sat and watched them, until they dropped his laptop on the ground. It slipped out of the bag and broke on impact. The bullies were just as shocked as Erik. They had never intended to break his things, just give him a hard time. That didn’t quell Erik’s anger though.
He felt sweat beading all over him at once and then begin to lift off his exposed skin in wisps, slowly forming a cloud around him. The cloud grew as steam shut up form the manhole Erikwas standing next to. It spun around Erik and the bullies for a moment before converging on the gorup of teenagers. The steam washed over them all, burning their exposed skin. The bullies got the brunt of it though, the steam seeming to cling to them more than Erik. When the steam cleared, Erik was sitting on his knees in the alley trying to gather his things, while the other three boys ran, their skin red and burning from the steam cloud. Everyone who heard about the incident, other than Erik’s mother, chalked it up to a pipe bursting under the alley. No one questioned why Erik was with the boys or why his laptop was broken. Erik’s mother confronted him about the incident when they were alone. He told her the truth about it; she knew already anyway. She had undergone CRT, so she knew there would always be a chance Erik would develop some sort of powers.
After that, Erik secluded himself more, which became easier since the other students seemed to avoid him even more than usual after hearing about what happened. Without any social life, Erik was free to experiment with his powers in earnest and learn everything he could about them. He had plans to become a vigilante and use his powers to help people, but those fizzled and died on the first night he snuck out of his home. He walked the streets in plain clothing with the hood of his black hoodie pulled up, a bandanna over the bottom half of his face. Eventually he came across a disturbance; a man with a knife was waving at an older man and demanding his money. Erik stepped up to the mouth of the alley and pulled his sleeves up to reveal his scrawny arms. The man with the knife turned around and laughed at him before turning back to the older man.
Frustrated, Erik reached inward and felt the strange feeling of sweat forming all over his body at once before rising in wisps from his skin. He nudged the wisps together and then toward the mugger. They swirled together and flew at him in a cylinder of heated steam. The mugger turned in shock and was hit by the blast of steam, yelping at the heat and then coughing and spluttering. He yelled something about pepperspray as he collapsed, gasping for fresh air. Erik dissapated the vortex, concerned he’d kill the man. He was confused; he had just made steam. He didn’t have time to think though, as the older man started yelling for help and throwing insult at Erik. He ran then.
He was lucky to get away before anyone came running. When he snuck back into his house and was in his bedroom, Erik turned his mind to the mugger’s reaction. It took him a solid week to finally figure it out, after researching the components of pepperspray and teargas and experimenting with his powers further. He found that eating extremely spicy foods, he could nudge some of the spice into his clouds. From there, he experimented further and took a leap of faith, figuring out he could filter out any harmful substancs he ingested and then use them in his clouds.
Erik continued experimenting with his powers through high school and his Under Grad years in college, but he never went back out to try his hand at being a vigilante. On the contrary, Erik began trying his hand at petty crime, nothing major, just stealing from ATM machines. When pulling a robbery, he would enshroud himself in mist but still took the precaution of wearing a mask under his camoflauge and obscuring any cameras in the area of small cloud of condensation. He recently moved out of his mother’s and slid into a GA position at UCE, using his savings to move into a single bedroom apartment of his own.
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