I Am This Old: 16
I Look Like This:
My Power Is This: Manipulation of sound waves and creating sonic blasts.
This Is My Personality: I like to joke around. I can make light of an otherwise depressing situation. But I'm never inappropriate. If it's the wrong time for a joke, I won't make one. I don't joke around about certain topics, like saving the world. There's a time to be funny and there's a time to be serious. I'm clumsy in some situations. I'm alright on missions, but if, let's say, I'm being led down a corridor with someone pointing a gun at my head, I'm almost guaranteed to trip over my own feet at least twice and usually trip the guy with the gun up. It's always worse when I'm nervous. But for some reason nobody can comprehend, I'm less clumsy when I'm under pressure. If there's a bomb about to blow in thirty seconds, I can make it out of the building without falling over anything. Usually.
Here's Some of My History: I was a... Well, I wouldn't say I was a normal child. I was clumsy even then. My parents even brought me to the doctor to check I didn't have something wrong with my nerves. But I wasn't always a hero. I was about ten when I first developed the power to mess around with sound waves. I used to just play around with it, make people's voices sound funny. But I eventually discovered I could make sonic blasts powerful enough to burst your eardrums.
My parents were killed in a supposedly freak explosion when I was fourteen. The Rest of Us took me in. I don't know how they found out about me. But they told me that there had been two superheroes in the building that my parents had been killed in. I was trained as a hero with The Rest of Us. I was understandably upset after my parents' death, and for a little while I didnt have complete contol over my powers. I ruptured three people's eardrums. But after a year or so, I regained control and was allowed go on my first mission. It was a success, thankfully enough. I was on ground crew for the next mission, and the chopper they were travelling in crashed, killing everyone inside and a civilian that tried to help. My boyfriend was killed on that mission. I still miss him sometimes, but I try not to let it show.
Here's My Chosen Weapon and Equipment: Com set, backpack, standard issue gun, a locket with a picture of me and my dead boyfriend inside.
Other: Hmmm... I've said I'm clumsy, right?