My Name Is: Wyatt Lamar Williams
I Am This Old: 18
I Like: Girls
My Power Is This: Mind Reading
If You Don't Know What That Is, here's an explanation: Well let’s keep this short, if you think it I can hear it. I can pick and choose whether or not I want to hear your thoughts though. If I have a lot on my mind it’s hard for me to read others.
I'm from:Hallion
I Think I Am: Well I’d have to say I’m a pretty decent guy. I only entered this tournament hoping to form equality between the Hallion and Matall. I don’t hate Matall but I wish they’d realise that we are there equals. I’m not the easiest going person in the world though. I rather watch and listen to what’s going on than to join in. But I do enjoy having friends. I’m just not the best at making them. When it comes to girls I’m a different story, I love to flirt in chit chat. I don’t have a very erratic temper, and I often try to get out of fights using my words. Usually by embarrassing them so bad that they no longer want to fight me.

But yes, if the time for fighting arises. Don’t expect me to just sit around. I am not the defensive type. I expect people to handle their own business, and will only help someone out if they ask for it or if I honestly feel obligated to. Despite that I am trustworthy when it comes to keeping secrets and promises. I am very straight forward when it comes to that. If I won’t keep a promise, I won’t make it. I am not the type of person to push people’s buttons. I greatly prefer a nice little round table conversation with friends than to have a full out war between my friends and someone else’s. That’s just not me.
The Event I Am Competing In Is: Innovation
Some of My History: I’m not going to lie. I was never meant to be a strong magician. My mom had extremely weak Air manipulation and my father had weak telepathy. I was expected to not even have powers by many. When I was born both my parents were homeless, and just like every other Hallion, technology free. But from the good graces of god, I was a smart kid. He trained himself to use his powers until he was about six years old, when his father finally had gotten enough money to pay for training.

While with my father, hunting for are food, are mother was killed by a stampede of wild wildebeests that ran because I happened to accidentally shoot the gun. After this My female trainer moved in and took care of my now bed rested father who now has developed sever blood clots in his legs. Me and my trainer have been taking care of him ever since.
Something Else About Me: I am not the biggest fan of wealthy people.