Name: James 'Nebula' Reyton
Appearance: Black hair that seems to fade to silver at the edges, matched with brilliant silver-grey eyes, Neb (as he so calls himself) is fastidiously proud of his own appearance. He carries around a pair of glasses, but hey, they're just a fashion statement because his eyesight doesn't really need correction. He doesn't walk - he struts, and he carries himself arrogantly. Not humble in the slightest. He prefers clothing of black and expensive-make and silver chains drip from his pockets.
Age Appearance: 17
Genre: Science Fantasy
Personality: Brash, refuses to think before he acts, and loud-mouthed with a preference towards becoming an insult-happy git (especially towards those he hates), James really has very little good traits. Well, he’s not deliberately cruel to those that he likes and actually feels tinges of pity when passing those that are less fortunate, but he’s not all that willing to act on this feeling. His ability to delude himself into believing that he’s in love to is really a magic skill in and out of itself.
While he likes to pretend that he really doesn’t care about responsibility or that entire mess, he actually has a pretty strong sense of morality. So he's not going to break the law or hurt someone deliberately - he just doesn't think before he does it. It's led him into more scrapes than you can shake a stick at, yet he usually comes out with fortune on his side.
The only thing sharper than his insulting tongue is his anger. Especially when someone disobeys his actions. He's bossy, thinks that he's better than you, and therefore gets mad to the point of throwing fists. But other than that, he's normally pretty happy with life in general. He tends to flirt constantly - unknowingly. Since he tends to just blurt out the first things that pop into his mind, he usually doesn't find out what exactly he's saying until it's too late.
He likes science and new technologies - computers, cell phones, the whole lot. He'd much rather try to rationalize any strange occurrences through science instead of believing in variable, nonexistent things like magic or religion. Another thing that he doesn't believe in is listening to authority.
Abilities: Arcane healing. By transferring injuries to his own body (albeit 25% less severe), he is able to take on the injuries of his allies. It takes medium amounts of energy, but can only be used at a risk to his own life. Added with his ability to basically 'street-brawl' without paying attention to his surroundings, well, er... someone has to keep an eye out for him or he'll accidentally kill himself. His Papercraft ability is still nonexistent, but in the future he will be gaining inanimate papercraft. Right now though, he never seems to lack paper when he wants it.
Weapons: His fists, but more commonly, his tongue. Nothing that he ever does with his fists really fits inside a set technique other than 'whatever seems to be good at the moment'. He mainly focuses on trying to produce as much pain as possible in the shortest amount of time. He could probably throw his chains at you too - but as they're made out of pure silver, he likes them too much to get rid of them.
Oddities: He really really hates dogs.