Alias: The Grand Blaster
Age: 78
Sexuality: Asexual
Occupation: Waiter, Criminal(?)
Personality: Having lived a dull, dreary, and above all, safe life, Alan has grown weary and tired of the same old routine of a comfortable life, finding distaste in the ordinary and the dull, including himself before the discovery of his powers. He hinds this with impeccable manners in his ordinary daily life however, hiding his true feelings to get through the day til he can finally unleash them in his alternate persona when using his powers.
Since the discovery of his powers, he has become quite brash and impulsive, acting simply means to entertain and show off his new abilities, often only causing a crime to make people notice him, and has become quite desperate for attention, deciding if no one will notice, it wouldn't be fun. He still has morals though, refusing to outright kill anyone, and seems to mostly be stealing from people who can afford to be stolen from. He also has become quite the thrill seeker, rooting out chances for action and excitement whenever possible, sometimes putting himself on hire if he hears about a particularly interesting caper or enjoyable event having happened.
Motivations: Entertainment and showing off.
Powers if any: Alan has the strange ability to levitate in mid air, psychically it seems, and fire laser beams from his finger tips, whether it's short burst shots or full energy beams. These abilities are powered by his actual energy however, so he can easily tire himself out with their use, but can charge up by simply digesting a good meal as any normal person would for their energy to move about. He is also partially resilient to multiple kinds of radiation and has a high metabolism than the average person would.
Strengths: Although he has not been taught any formal form of martial arts, Alan carries some brass knuckles he often wears underneath his gloves for all his punching needs, which can be pretty devastating when used with his powers. He is also fairly well learned in etiquette required at the dinner table and to work as a waiter, which is reasonable due to his day job. He is also surprisingly resilient and energetic for an old man.
Weaknesses: Despite his claims otherwise, Alan has no real experience of criminal activity, and as a result is completely clueless of how criminals work, or over the criminal underworld in the slightest, apart from what he has seen in fiction and the media. He also has never been trained in any real form of martial arts, often fighting by striking out wildly. Also, despite his powers, he is still an arthritic old man, and is still as vulnerable as any other elderly man, just that he happens to have powers. Those powers however, sap his actual energy from him much like running a marathon or performing some gymnastics would, causing exhaustion after prolonged usage.
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Alan also tends to wear the helmet below when hiding his actual identity, which is usually whenever he uses his powers.
Origin Story: Alan has always lived a dull life. Being raised a fairly wealthy family, in the United Kingdom, he always had financial security and a rather ordinary upbringing from his parents as far as wealthy families go, even if his parents were rather over-protective. He was sent to a private school, and graduated with average grades, working an average desk job, with average pay, and average day to day situations. After a decade or two of an ordinary unmarried, single life, Albert decided to immigrate to america, having become fed up with the tedium of life in his home country, and despite his family's insistence otherwise, quit his job, sold his home, and boarded a plane to the states, taking whatever possessions he thought would be handy, as well as his life savings.
After a few years of living there, and very futile attempts of finding excitement in ordinary stable towns and cities, Alan ended up living in Dusk Haven and landing himself in a waiter job at a four star restaurant. Dismayed, with family relations low and funds too low to return home to Britain, Alan was once again trapped in a dull rut of constant ordinariness. After years had passed, Alan had one day ended up taking a walk instead of the usual routine of taking a bus, only to end up wandering further and further from home, purely to see if he could get lost, hoping for any kind of slight difference at this point. His wandering lead him on the city outskirts surprisingly, and was unexpectedly met with a hurtling purple rock from the sky crashing into his face.
Alan later awoke to find he was not injure, and the odd rock that hurtled towards him had vanished without a trace, and that it was now midday with a few folks staring at him. After stumbling unsteadily to his feet, he stumbled away, surprisingly further to the outskirts to have some alone time, before realizing he would miss work tomorrow and spent his only day off on the week collapsed unconscious, he rushed back towards the city, to find himself shockingly zipping through the air instead of mere sprinting from an old man. luckily it seemed the average citizen didn't seem to avert their gaze up too often so was mostly unnoticed, even when he landed atop the apartment building he lived in. Hastily rushing to the door that led indoors, to find it locked from the inside. After fruitlessly trying to pry it open and calling for help, Alan ended up throwing a tantrum of frustration, and inadvertently fired a few energy shots at the door, leaving scorched holes through the metal, and rendering the lock useless.
Sudden realization washed over Alan as he realized that the miniature meteorite that struck his face must of given him powers somehow, which caused a suspicious and mischievous grin. He had powers now, which in his mind meant that he no longer had barriers, he could do as he pleased! He immediately rushed home and decided to become a super villain like in those comics that kids these days read, deciding to use an old suit as part of his costume, while ordering a helmet and a pair of brass knuckles from the internet, and deciding on the name; The Grand Blaster, to seem hip and cool with the youngsters. And so one of the oldest so called super criminals came in to being! Working part-time as a waiter still however, due to needing to pay the bills after all.
