User:Kinetic Phoenix
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| Kinetic Phoenix | |
| Player: User:Phoenix Cable | |
| Origin: |
Mutation |
| Archetype: |
Blaster |
| Level: |
50 |
| Super Group: | |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: |
Demetri Everdeen |
| Known Aliases: |
None |
| Species: |
Mutant |
| Height: |
6' |
| Weight: |
180 lbs. |
| Eye Color: |
Brown |
| Hair Color: |
Black |
| Marital Status: |
Single |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: |
Italian |
| Place of Birth: |
Paragon City, RI |
| Occupation: |
Lab Assistant, Genetics Division |
| Powers Data | |
| Known Powers: |
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| Known Abilities: |
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Origin
Mutants. Boy we got it rough. The bottom of the super hero food chain, as it were. Those that study magic or infuse themselves with technology get all the credit, while we mutants are treated as inferior beings because of our genetic quirks. Birth defects. That’s how they explain our abilities, and it’s spectacularly unfair. I was born a psychokinetic. At first, I thought it was awesome, my ability to influence minds and move objects with my thoughts. However, I soon came to realize that my wealthy parents saw it as a social embarrassment. A crisis. A curse.
For a while I simply lived with it, using my telepathy to influence they're self absorbed minds to just see me as their son and nothing more. Eventually though, I began feeling guilty about manipulating them in that way. They should see me as a person because that's what I am, not because I'm forcing them to see me that way. It was unethical. Wrong.
So I struck out on my own, determined to be a great hero, despite my supposed “disadvantage”. Because that’s crap. Mutation is a gift, not a defect. I was determined to prove that to them, so I enlisted in a program for an elite group of heroes, led by none other than The Statesman.
Gift from the Well
While on a task force with the Legendary Statesman, I was exposed to the Well of Furies, which had just released 8 elemental beings of great power. An ice giant, a rock golem, a thunder god… and a phoenix. I knew Cimerora was bad news. But the phoenix found me, and granted me abilities far beyond anything I ever had a right to hope for.
Now, I can control fire now; fire in it’s entirety. I can take on a flame shadow form, smoldering like a dark cinder. I can even resuscitate myself, if slain, rising from the ashes and born anew. Taking on the title of Kinetic Phoenix, I joined a group of elite Incarnates tasked with restoring peace in Dark Astoria and driving away the darkness that lives there.
I wonder what my pretentious folks think of me now…
