E is a speedster, granted the gift of Super Speed. He can, easily, achieve speeds exceeding three hundred mph and can even go beyond that. This massive speed allows him to run up buildings and sheer cliffs, run on water, catch thrown knives, dodge bullets and, if he is going fast enough, even catch them. E's super speed is an incredible, and very potent, power with very, very few people being able to match him in combat once he is at his best. His power does give him a supernatural resistance to G-Force and Inertia, but not immunity. He cannot go zero to one hundred at the blink of an eye, if he did so, he would crush his own organs. He has to gradually increase his speed so his body can build its tolerance to it, as such, a smart foe will look for that moment when he is starting up to bring him down. He can also use his power to accelerate certain parts of his body such as by quickly vibrating his arm, he can allow it to 'phase' through matter, his favorite way of attacking, to impale people. He cannot vibrate his entire body, only his hands (or whatever is in his hands such as a blade).

E doesn't just move faster than everyone else, he 'lives' faster. His cells regenerate at a far superior speed then normal humans, as such, he can heal far quicker than most people. He, of course, cannot regrow limbs or heal from something that would be impossible to heal on its own, but his accelerated healing allows things such as cuts and gunshot wounds to quickly heal. While he is not immune to disease or infections, they 'go through' his system far faster then most people. A '24 hour' bug would last little more than an hour for E. Of course, it isn't a miracle healing ability and it does tend to bite him such as with broken bones that, often, require the bone to have to be rebroken to set correctly. It is incredibly useful as E can easily harm himself with his own power. If he were to hit something, he would shatter his bones from the force of the impact (and likely, shatter whatever he was hitting too) and even tripping, whilst he is going, can be fatal.

Due to his incredible speed and mind, E has equally incredible reflexes. He can react to outside stimuli near instantaneously making 'tagging' him an incredibly difficult process. Of course, he has to be aware of it to react, if he didn't see, or hear, it then he wouldn't know to dodge. Thanks to how fast he is, and how fast his mind has to be to keep up, E can quickly absorb information, far faster then most people. He can thumb through books that would take days for people in hours to mere minutes depending on the subject. This isn't without cost though as doing so as quickly as he can cause his brain to 'overload' from exertion which can result in blackouts or, at worst, brain hemorrhaging. Both reflexes and his ability to absorb information are connected to his advanced perception. E truly does 'live' faster than everyone else. To him, the world is moving in slow motion (going even slower the more he accelerates), as such, he has more time to examine his surroundings, ponder his options and make his move.



E's incredible power has a price. A terrible price. E is aging faster than other people. While it does not look like it on the outside thanks to his skin regenerating as quickly as it does to deny things like sun damage, internally, his organs and tissue are suffering. While he is only 23 (turning 24), he has the organs of a forty-seven year old man. The more he uses his power, the harder he pushes himself, the faster he ages, and at the rate he is going, he likely won't live to see forty. Given what happened to the heroes and the, undoubted, escalating conflict when they get into it, he is going to have to draw on more of his power, to push himself closer to his limit... He will be lucky to see his thirtieth birthday. This price is a secret of his that he refuses to tell anyone, especially other villains.

Due to the extreme amount of energy his body uses to move that fast, E pumps out energy which is often to referred to as his 'Energy Bleed'. This energy is harmless, and at slower speeds, unnoticeable to the naked eye, but even the crudest sensory tech will spot his thermal and electrical output making it very easy to track him down. At higher speeds, the air will seem to 'shimmer' around him due to the heat coming from his body and, coupled with his clothes, will create a silver blur whilst long streaks of electricity will spark across his body. This 'Energy Bleed' makes it risky for him to meet up with the other villains for a protracted amount of time, and he often has to move around for fear of someone catching on to his signature. He cannot wear thermal gear to hide his signature as his body will quickly overheat and bake itself if he were to try and contain it. He has to let it bleed out.

This high energy output has to be constantly refueled, as such, E has an extreme metabolism needing to eat five to six times the amount of food of a normal person and do so numerous times during the day. If he doesn't eat, his body starts to tear itself apart in its desperate plea for energy. The more he uses the power, the greater the need for a 'refill'.

His incredible mind and perception pay a heavy price on his brain. At the end of the day, his mind is still just a mind. He is not a 'super genius' or anything akin to that, as such, his mind becomes exhausted and taxed very easily by just his 'normal' day to day actions as it has to struggle to handle the extreme amount of information being poured into it at the rapid pace especially when he is using his super speed as it has to process the world around him fast enough to ensure he knows what is going on. This strain is brutal and, if pushed too hard, his brain will shut down. He will collapse into a comatose state for hours until his mind has 'repaired' itself enough to awaken. To avoid this, E needs to sleep often and for long periods of time. On average, E sleeps 14 hours a day. The harder he pushes himself, the longer he will need to sleep. The worst he has ever pushed himself caused him to 'shut down' for two days. This is extremely risky especially when coupled with his high metabolism as if he doesn't have someone nearby to take care of him, his body can destroy itself in its quest for energy whilst his mind has shut down.

E's advanced perception is just as much a curse as a blessing. He doesn't just see bullets and knives moving slower, he sees people moving slower, hears music at a slower pace as he may be 'living' faster, the world around him, is going its normal pace. This shows itself prominently in music, where he cannot stand most due to how painfully slow and drawn out every lyric and note is, and conversations where he has to struggle to not finish sentences or interrupt people with the answer as they are speaking. It is hard to fathom, but despite his rambling, seemingly absentminded drivel, E is an extremely patient man because he has no choice. He is alone in his 'existence' living minutes before everyone else always waiting for the world to catch up.

Of his many talents, looking imposing is certainly not among them. E is rather scrawny, and without some nice fitting clothes, can pull off a rather lovely scarecrow, and he has the height for it standing at 6'1 which only further exaggerates his rather 'lithe' form. Being of Israeli descent, E has a nice warm cinnamon complexion, and if someone were to ask, it is his favorite feature about himself outside of his 'glorious' hair. His 'glorious' luxurious brown hair falls in thick waves around his shoulders, and frames his dark brown eyes, that he will tie back into a tight ponytail when making use of his powers. E keeps a very well maintained and groomed garibaldi beard that he goes to painstaking lengths to trim and would sooner part with his legs then his facial hair. This beard helps hide his rather boyish features such as his full cheeks and small chin, helping him look his age but even that can't help him when he smiles.

E's bright and large smile transforms his face, brightens it up and makes him look years younger then he is. This large smile is far from perfect as his front teeth slightly overlap and he is missing a few of his back molars, some of those heroes packed a mean punch, but even still, his smile tends to light up whatever room he is in, and he tends to smile or laugh often as his full lips often have a slight tilt to them as if constantly fighting a smile that is waiting to spring across them.

His sense of fashion tends to be simple t-shirts and jeans. He doesn't wear a lot of black, like many of his 'comrades', nor does he wear unitards, although, he has given it some thought as it would help cut down on the drag force. E wears high-top sneakers, as low-tops tend to fly off his feet when running, and he is rather fond of hats.

E's 'outgoing' and 'talkative' nature tends to come off one of two ways, extremely abrasive or rather witty... sometimes a little of both. E has never been afraid to speak his mind or share his thoughts with everyone around them, even if he doesn't know them, nor does he have any issue with telling someone how silly they are acting or how mindbogglingly stupid their ideas may be. His ramblings, inappropriate timed musing and jokes often rub off wrongly on many people especially those of a sensitive disposition. Those with thicker skin, or a forgiving nature, can find him rather witty and amusing with his nature of poking fun at terrible situations, his strong optimism and his habit of laughing in the face of morbidity. This 'abrasive' coating is not only his normal state of being, but also his safety harness. The world is easier to deal with if he laughs at it, and more then that, being abrasive keeps most people at arms length which is the distance he prefers people keep away from him, physically and emotionally. It has been his defensive mechanism ever since he was a child and this defensive 'coating' has only grown larger and thicker as he has gotten older and, truth be told, even if he wanted, E isn't sure he would know how to stop it.

The eternal optimist, E is, generally, the voice of lightheartedness in any group he is apart of. He is always willing to look at the brighter side (and poke fun at said brighter side) of any situation. It started when he was younger because he needed something to believe, he needed to believe it would all get better because he couldn't bear the idea that his life was shit and always would be. He would have collapsed under the weight of his own self-pity and doubt. While that reason has mostly left him, it is still a part of who he is, and more over, serves the dual purpose of aggravating some which he finds to be 'good fun'. His talkative, although not always pleasant, nature and his natural optimism, especially for a 'villain', give him a certain energy and exuberance that most simply lack, and it isn't hard for other people to get swept up in his pace.

Having lived the majority of his life with little to nothing, E knows how to stretch out supplies, how to scavenge useful odds and ends from trash and how to rough it when necessary. This is great for him as there is little E hates more than having to rely on other people, especially, if he has to rely on them emotionally. It makes him feel weak and vulnerable, easily exploited by others, and in his mind despite his optimism, people tend to strike when they see vulnerability even if that is not their conscious intentions. He loves to handle things on his own and hates being told what to do or how to do it. He expects, and will demand, a high level of operational freedom in his life and on his assignments and will chaff under restrictions. This independent streak borders on rebellious. He will often flaunt rules and restrictions simply to flaunt them making him a bit of a Maverick even among the villains. This need to flout rules comes from his deep desire to be able to stand on his own, to not need other people. Stoicism is something he has always striven for, he doesn't need a shoulder to lean on, he doesn't need arms to hold him, he doesn't need other people. He can handle himself, he can control his emotions, he can handle the pain on his own, as he has always done. More than that, he has no idea how one would even go about asking for such assistance and he cannot imagine other people giving it out without demanding something in return or expecting a level of reciprocation. He refuses to be so weak or so vulnerable, he cannot afford to be. If he were to unravel and shatter like that, E doubts he could ever put himself back together. This strong desire for independence and stoicism makes him emotionally distant from other people and if they try to get close, he tends to rebuke their advances, especially among the villains. He has already sworn to himself that if the day came where he needed them more then they needed him, he would quit and walk away, go fully solo in another city somewhere.

Adara and Oren had never intended to make the arduous journey to North America, but children have a way of changing priorities. Israel\s conflict with its neighbors and various terrorist cells had only grown in recent years. Suffice to say, decades of such conflict had left the land in terrible shape and while they loved their home, they didn't want to raise a child in such a place, so, gathering what money they had; they purchased transport to the west hoping for a better life.

What they found was, indeed, better then the place they left. While conflict was gone, they did face a new problem, a lack of opportunity for poor immigrants. They had to make do with what they had, but the stress quickly got to Oren, especially, with another baby on the way. What little money he could scrap together started to disappear to feed his newly discovered drinking habit. It was a vicious cycle. When he sobered up, the shame of his addiction and not being able to provide for his family drove him to drink using what little money should have been going to his family. It all came to a head when, desperate for cash, he attempted to mug someone only to find out said someone had powers. There wasn't much of the body left which, in retrospect, could have been a blessing in disguise as they could not have afforded a funeral.

Adara faced with a young boy and a baby girl, a dead husband and a rundown shack, she did the only thing she could do. Sold her body. Few were willing to hire an immigrant man, much less, a single immigrant mother of two who couldn't speak English.

E doesn't remember a lot of his childhood, a mental block to protect himself from some of the things he had to witness. He can still remember men coming and going from the small shack they lived in, of the late nights she would stumble back home, her face covered in bruises. Adara had 'acquired' a 'protector'. A rough dockworker, Aaron, who took large cuts from the money Adara earned in exchange for protection, of course, it was more protection from his fist then anyone else. To ensure she stayed loyal, he introduced her to drugs, keeping her 'supplied' kept her docile, and soon enough, she couldn't reject him even if she wanted to, the craving was far too strong.

In her moments of clarity, and with E's help, they did their best to take care of Ranica, but they could do little more than watch as Ranica struggled to breath before finally succumbing to pneumonia. It was at this time, when he was just a child running through the streets, his small hand clasped around what money he had looking for help that he discovered his power, but even Super Speed can't bring back the dead.

Rancia's death was the tipping point for Adara, it broke her spirit. She was never the same, finally succumbing to her new life living only for her next fix and willing to do anything to get it. At only seven years old, E was left to fend for himself. He tried to make do stealing what food he could from his own mother and trying to avoid Aaron's gaze as the large man had taken to beating him to avoid 'damaging the merchandise'. Often thrown for the house while she was 'entertaining', he found new friends in the slums, children, like him, who, for some reason or another, found themselves spending the majority of their time in streets barely fit for packs of rabid dogs. He learned how to scavenge for edible food from trashcans and dumpsters behind restaurants, how to slip his hand into a distracted person's pocket and relieve them of their wallets and, most of all, how to avoid the larger gangs who would want to 'indoctrinate' them especially E thanks to his Super Speed which had quickly become the lifeline of their small group. It became easy, with some practice and friends, on how to steal, especially, with his super speed. He could take what he needed and left before anyone was the wiser, he stole what he needed, what his friends needed, what his mother needed but couldn't get.

As he got older, E started to hate his mother. Hate her for being weak. Hate her for letting Adara die. He put the blame of everything that had transpired on her shoulders, which, unfair as perhaps that was, made dealing with his life easier. His stealing, which had once only been to keep himself alive, became a source of pride for the young boy. He could do what others couldn't, he could get anything and no one could stop him, he started to do more elaborate thefts, sometimes, merely to prove he could. As his pride in his powers grew, and his hatred of his mother reached a breaking point, E left the small shack to live in and out of abandoned buildings with his 'friends' of other street rats. As the years went on, E grew used to this life, to him, it was normal, and despite being a rather... hard person to get along with due to his immense impatience and arrogance over his power, he was happy... well, reasonably happy. When he was 12, he took new boy, Richard, under his wing. Despite being a year younger, Richard did not know how things 'worked' in their part of the city. The boys quickly became friends and, while E still struggled controlling himself with his power, Richard had extreme patience for his age, always eager to please and quick with a laugh. But their time together was not to last.

Eventually, a much larger and stronger gang took notice of them and started to demand a percentage of their take. At first, they agreed, but E's ego refused to let them benefit from his work. Using his influence in the group, he convinced them to stop paying, to fight, because how could they beat them when they had the super fast powerhouse E on their side? He was a hero, in his own mind, a valiant knight standing up for his friends, and what had become, his family. When goons came to collect their cut, the gang of preteens jumped them beating them down with 2x4s, shovels and whatever else they could get their hands on, a message to their bosses that they would not be bullied.

They were young and incredibly, incredibly stupid. The gang retaliated with gusto, two of their younger members, just kids, were gunned down in the street, another had his ring finger removed. In a desperate retaliation, E raided their warehouse, burning what supplies he could find, they couldn't catch him, right? Even if they could, he didn't care as he was blinded by rage and bruised ego. In response, the gang launched a raid on the small rundown gas station they had been sleeping in. E fought back, using the small pocket knife he had to wound a few of them, but it was a day of learning because their leader also had powers. He could turn his skin into solid stone, and in that moment, E fled. His power had made him special, invincible. Yes, it had its downfalls, and he was, at times, terrified of it, but he was unbeatable, a god among mortals... But he was nothing more then an arrogant brat.

They took the 'valuable' kids prisoner, the girls who would grow up to turn tricks and the boys old enough to join, and Richard was among them. It didn't take much to get them to rat out who was closest to E. They left a note on the counter, a simple exchange, E for Richard. With E, they could turn him into a powerful addition to their gang after beating him into submission, or, sell him as a child with powers would, no doubt, fetch a hefty price... In response, E ran. He was young, but above all, he was a coward. He ran until his legs couldn't move anymore. Finally, after years, he did what most kids do, he ran to his mom. He hadn't seen her in years, but he had no where left to go, but as it turns out, she had been dead for months. With nothing left, he fled the city and didn't look back, his legs beating a furious trail as he tried to outrun his own guilt and shame. Richard's broken body was found, throat slit, a week later in a ditch. To the rest of the world, he was just another gutter rat that died in the slums, not worth another glance.

E wandered for a long time, moving from city to city, using his power to take what he needed to survive, blind to the world and everyone in it as weeks melted into months and months melted away to years. In his travels, he saw much of the same. The world was broken and not a damn thing was changing. He lived for himself know, he couldn't disappoint anyone if he only had himself, he couldn't be let down if he didn't have anyone around to do it. It was better if he was alone, easier... safer. Eventually, he 'settled' down in a city and against his better judgement, joined another group of like minded people with powers calling themselves 'villains'. E isn't quite like the others, and he knew that the second he met them, they tend to be a bit different then he as while he also had powers, he was more 'thief' then villain, but it wouldn't take much to make his thieving more flamboyant and exaggerated. He butted heads with the 'heroes' the self-righteous group of powers that colored themselves as the 'protectors' of the people, and he always thought it was amusing how the common people would hate them despite all they did for them, and even more so, why they continued to bother with those people. Against his instincts, E grew complacent in the group, but he refused to make the same mistakes as before, he would keep himself at a distance because, sooner or later, they were going to die, they were going to slip up, and he couldn't afford to lose any more people then he already has.