Name: Subject 07-T, Kirra Taylor (So original)
Nickname: Reverb
Age: 18
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Red (I'm a mutant, i do what i want!)
Height: 5'8" (173 cm)
Weight: 55 kg (121 lbs)
Appearance: Kirra's dark hair flows down to her shoulder blades, the same location in which her glowing blue birthmark, an unusual
pattern, can be found. She has slender frame, wrapped in pale skin, with heavy scarring on her torso. She usually wears long grey denim jeans, a white tee-shirt and a black hooded jacket over the top. She also wears a silver locket around her neck, although it is locked and she does not have the key nor know its contents.
Power: Energy Conversion - Absorption
This ability allows the user to absorb energy around them, then convert in a way that better suits them. This means they can absorb energy, usually in the form of Heat or Kinetic. They can then redirect it, allowing it to be used as a dangerous weapon.
For example, if someone punched you, you could absorb the energy, making the blow hit no harder than a feathered pillow, than redirect the force and break their rib-cage.
The only problem with this is the user has to consciously absorb the energy, meaning if you don't know it's their, you can't absorb it. If someone shot a bullet at you, unless realize their is a bullet, you cannot stop it.
Like a battery, the energy does build up, although the built up energy cannot be released in bursts and must all come out at once. This can be problematic in many ways, say if you absorbed the energy of a nuclear explosion, its all going to be wasted on one little thing. Another problem is how you release the energy. In the same situation as before, if you absorb the energy of an explosion then release it as an explosion, the effect will be devastating to you and everything around you. The reflexes of the human are not fast enough to absorb the energy when it's released either, so you could not pull of a stunt like that then expect to absorb it and survive.
Backstory:
Not much was known about Kirra during her early life. She lived with her parents somewhere in the United States, living a normal life. This all changed when she was six years old. Her house was caught in a blazing fire, and her parents perished within. The only reminder she had was her mothers locket, which she had been trying to open at the time of the incident.
Kirra was found in the brutal aftermath of the fire hiding in a scorched cupboard. After a short while in a hospital, she was taken to an orphanage. The orphanage was a cold place, were those with terrible lives were picked on by the stronger kids with worse lives, where the staff couldn't care less what happened to its occupants as long as they got paid. Kirra, as one of the younger children, was a common victim.
One day, something strange happened. One of the boys who had become quite accustomed to taking out his anger on her. So one day when he pasted her in the hallway, he threw a punch at her. A thought rushed through Kirra's head. A realization. She didn't want to be this kids personal stress reducer, she didn't want to get hurt. And that's when it first happened.
The odd birthmark on her back started glowing as the fist travelled towards her. The boys fist barely tapped her, she barely felt a thing. Then he doubled over in pain, coughing up blood, his arm dangling limp at his side. Shortly after Kirra blacked out.
When Kirra awoke, she was no longer in the orphanage anymore. She wasn't quite sure where she was. She was lying on a bed, in a white room surrounded by people in white lab coats. In truth, she was in a facility belonging to a branch of the military. They studied young individuals from all over the country, all very special individuals. Why? Because they were what people now know as mutants. Humans who, in one way or another, had gained seemingly supernatural abilities. If you dug a little deeper, it could be seen that by certain key relatives, they were all related to a French scientist from the eighteen hundreds. Year after year, day after day, Kirra was surrounded by scientists. Testing and examining, teaching and training. While some were just tested on, by scientists trying to understand the mutant genome, most were taught how to use their abilities, how to weaponize them. They were being trained to be soldiers, that much was clear.
Kirra spent nearly ten years in one of these facilities, more than half her life. She, like many other mutants, were given an education, military grade self-defense training, and the promise of a better future. Most of the mutants could see through the blatant lie, as they were still examined each day, still being trained as weapons. Kirra, like many of her mutant brothers and sister, only wanted freedom and a normal life. And on one fateful day in the year 2015, they finally got it.
Kirra had been walking from the lab to her room, as always escorted by a guard, on the day of the breakout. They all new it would happen, so many mutants yearning for freedom, a riot of some kind was inevitable.
First the alarms in the facility went of, then the guards panicked as mutants tried to escape. Kirra and a handful of other mutants made it to the ground floor of the facility, but could not manage to reach the main entrance. Instead they did the next best thing. One of the guards, in hope of disrupting or possibly killing the group, through a live explosive at them. Kirra managed to redirect the energy of the explosion towards the nearby wall, creating a gap large enough to escape. Many mutants died or were recaptured in an attempt to escape, but nearly two thousand managed to get out.
Today, they live among the general population. Some disguise their abilities and try to live a normal life, while other present themselves openly to the world. Some fight as vigilantes and local police, putting their training to good use, while others went to university and studied, desperately trying to make a name for themselves besides "Mutant". Some failed, some succeeded, it wasn't really Kirra's place to worry about it. Now, at the age of 18, she works as a simple office worker in a small business, hiding herself and her origin for herself. But she could feel something in the air, something familiar.
She could feel a rebellion coming. And she was ready to fight alongside her people if the need arose.
(Kinda started losing the original idea the further i got to the end, but for now i'm satisfied. May look at it again in the morning and decide to change something.)