Name: Xenyx R. Peterman
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance: A relatively short (5'3) and skinny kid, Xenyx is not a very intimidating sight, unless the onlooker fears the color white. His shirt is a simple, bright white, button-down dress shirt. His trousers are black, to contrast with the white. His hair is a silvery white, which makes it all the more reflective. It's obviously dyed, seeing as he also has two streaks, one light blue, the other a light green. His eyes match those colors, his right being blue and his left green. He wears a checkered scarf, which covers most of his neck, and is expandable enough to cover his lower face if he desires. His hands are covered with soft, wool, black gloves. Upon closer inspection, his gloves are slightly burnt in places. His facial structure is somewhat gaunt, and strangely long for such a short figure. He has thin, pale lips. He is fairly pale, seemingly due to artificial efforts. Underneath his clothes, several electrical burns are painted across his body.
Special Ability: Control of electricity, although he often has trouble controlling it.
Extra (Optional):

Xenyx was born a Peterman, and given his upbringing, is quite used to luxury, but has learned to be kind and gracious. The Peterman family is a long running line of rich, and their business has not had any failures in quite a long while. Xenyx used to be a very social young man, until he reached the age of ten.

The party was going quite well. Xenyx grinned pridefully at the amount of guests. It must've been at least twenty more than last year. He checked his watch: five-twenty three. In ten minutes, he would officially be ten years of age. He whistled, calling the massive group of kids inside the ballroom of the Peterman manor, to a large table set in the center. The maids were just finishing the preparations when the group burst in, and each took a seat. Xenyx smiled at the sight, before standing in the perfect center, next to the massive cake. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Excuse me, excuse me, everyone. As you know, in four minutes, I will officially be ten years old. I plan to time it perfectly, so if you wish to blow out the candles with me, get close!" He grinned at the group, then snapped his fingers. The candles were promptly lit, and after a quick singing of 'Happy Birthday', Xenyx paused to line the time perfectly up on his watch, before blowing out the candles. At least, that was what he thought he would do, but immediately, he was surrounded with a field of electricity. All the other children were either blown back, or caught in the sudden storm. It spread all around him, electrocuting most of the children. Luckily, there were no deaths.

Ever since the event, Xenyx grew the reputation of a freak. He had no major outbreaks like that, but there were times when he lost control and destroyed a device, shocked someone, caused a fusebox to blow... He grew more and more self-conscious, until his ability was the only thing he could think about. He dyed his hair, changed himself completely, to seem somewhat ghost-like. Eventually, his parents grew desperate, and sent him off to the academy.