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❝ THE MUTANT’S GIFT ❞

Musashi was born with the gift of Faery Physiology. It is a physical mutation, but as a child, it was only noticeable in his rosy cheeks, pale skin and small stature; traits that could easily be attributed to his premature birth. However, upon reaching puberty, he began to sprout clear, veined wings, not unlike those of a bee. They are a metre long and are thin enough to fold under his clothing. As well as this, Musashi produces a hallucinogenic powder- dubbed Pixie Dust- which cultivates like flakes on his skin. If inhaled, it will cause realistic hallucinations. Particularly, it impairs the victims vision; they will see all colours as different hues of pinks and lilacs, and see, most commonly, fantasy creatures and sentient toys or dolls. He can also exhale this powder, and is immune to their effects. (solely due to being exposed so long that he has built up an immunity.)

weaknesses ;

01 : His wings can lift him from the ground, but due to their small size and weight, he cannot fly very high or for very long. As they work like a bees, in sharp, choppy strokes, he will face exhaustion from overuse. Due to this, and the fact they often ache from the strain, they are more a hindrance than a virtue.

02 : He has not yet learned to control his pixie dust, and cannot stop it from cultivating on his skin. This means it is risky for him to stand too close to people. Despite being immune, it is uncomfortable for him to allow the dust to stay on his skin for prolonged periods of time, resulting in him needing wash or shake it off a few times a day. Obviously he cannot be around people when doing so. 

03 : If he sneezes or coughs unexpectedly, he will exhale the dust into the air. On top of this, any sharp movements made will shake it off of his body. The hallucinations are strong, and though the durations depend on intake, they don’t tend to last over a maximum of thirty minutes.

❝ THE MUTANT HIMSELF ❞

Musashi has always been attracted to nature. Growing up in a small town in Kansas, he wasn’t met with the green forests he had felt drawn towards, but was faced with no shortage of woods and creeks. As a child, he spent many summer afternoons going on excursions through the woods, or kicking his feet in the creek. However, at the age of eleven, he stumbled across the corpse of an unfortunate Rabbit, and felt absolutely compelled to give it a burial. This continued into his teens, resulting in a backyard Pet Cemetery. His father a police officer, the all-American type with the lords cross pasted on the hind of his car, and mother, a second-generation Asian-American, a seamstress with the radiance (and haughtiness) of a goddess, were less than understanding of their son’s fascination with animals, be they dead or alive. Paired with an awed fascination with crimes, his father eventually outright banned Musashi from venturing into the woods, worried he was killing the animals himself. Around this time, Musashi began showing signs of his abilities. A great grandmother on his mothers side fell ill, and he was tore from his beloved home, moved to the uncomfortable bustle of Seoul. Overwhelmed, and after a few scary incidents as his Pixie Dust began to make his presence known, Musashi became almost confined to his room, before eventually being located and taken to Xavier’s School

❝ THE PYROKINETIC'S GIFT ❞

Pyrokinesis:

This is, in brief terms, the ability to generate, shape and manipulate fire and, as a sub-power and to a much lesser extent, heat. He can create his own flames, which spawn mainly from his hands though he can spread them and it is implied that he can produce flames from anywhere on his body — he simply has vastly less control as he suffers from lack of practise, to he prefers to just stick with his hands in most situations. He has complete control over these flames and can form a number of different attacks with them, mainly blasts and fireballs or huge streams that he can control entirely. He has also learned how to spread the fire up as far as his arms, allowing him to combine them with upper-body combat attacks. He can manipulate existing flames, making them grow bigger or smaller, extinguishing them or casting different shapes from them, such as small or large blasts. Hongbin’s skin does not often show any signs of being damaged by his own flames or the flames he is in control of and he was gifted to him flame-retardant clothing that will not catch ablaze from his powers (after one too many incidents),  but it has been shown that his skin may start to suffer after being prolonged to flame for over his limit. It is also apparent that Hongbin is unable to control his powers during high levels of emotional distress, such as sorrow or fury. When these situations arise the problems mainly lie in his hands, and the results can be extremely destructive.

Pyrokinetic combat (sub-power #1):

He is learning to utilize fire with his physical combat, which is the only time Hongbin spreads his flames to his feet as he can embed fire into his kicks and punches, etc. While this leaves Hongbin open for an impressive range of offensive attacks, his defence is notably weaker. Also, the combat requires a large amount of control and concentration, and combat fuelled by rage can make the flames stronger but harder to control, meaning he is more likely to injure himself or destroy things around him.

Burning/melting (sub-power #2):

Because his mutation works around his ability to manipulate certain molecules and form chemical reactions in the air to cause combustion or ignition, and is focused mainly in his hands, Hongbin’s second sub-power is the ability to burn or melt something with his touch alone. This aspect of his power is the most volatile, the least trained and the hardest to control. It mostly occurs during high levels of uncontrollable emotions, namely rage, when Hongbin becomes unable to fully control his body and its inborn abilities. Random intervals occur when the molecules and atoms of whatever Hongbin is touching or holding become disrupted or heated due to his touch, which can cause anything from minor burns to complete combustion (considering that whatever he is touching is flammable). For example: if Hongbin was holding onto a simple plastic tray when he became really angry and the sub-power occured, the tray would either burn wherever he was holding it, melt in his grip or ignite into flames completely, depending on the level of his emotion. He has had occurrences of burning people in the past, which is why Hongbin is careful not to touch anyone when he’s angered, unless his intention is to cause damage.

weaknesses ;

01 : Hongbin is weak to water and, as an extension, some ice-based attacks. While water can combat both his body and his fire completely ice usually will only work if it affects his body and lowers his core body temperature, rather than trying to combat the flames themselves. 

02 : If Hongbin is in a climate which is too wet or if the air is too humid, he finds it much more difficult to produce and manipulate flames. It’s also a struggle for him to create and generate flames if his skin is wet, because the flames have a harder time clinging to his skin (if successful at all). Humid air also messes with Hongbin’s abilities to tamper with the molecules and ignite them, meaning his flames are left weaker and smaller by comparison as they are also slowed down by the moisture in the air. Places with low oxidisation also give him trouble.

03 : Hongbin’s own emotions are a form of weakness, as they directly affect his abilities and how well he can control them. The most heightened forms of negative emotions can leave Hongbin volatile and dangerous, prone to making things melt, burn or combust without meaning to or without warning.

❝ THE PYROKINETIC HIMSELF ❞

Hongbin was born in a quiet village in Yangpyeon to a simple family; a hard-working set of parents, Hongbin, the first born son, and eventually a little girl a few years later to nicely round off the aesthetic of quaint little family in the countryside. Hongbin was largely left to himself growing up. His parents enjoyed the country life and indulged themselves into the lifestyle fully, but Hongbin was a high-energy boy and found that way of living to be boring and under-stimulating. When Hongbin’s little sister was born she truly loved the nature and outdoors from the moment she could walk, thus giving his parents the child that they had always wanted, one that could share their love with wholly. She would be raised to be a farmer, just like them. Hongbin, on the other hand, was more or less left to do whatever he liked, so long as he didn’t get hurt, didn’t annoy the neighbours and was always home before night-time. He would often spend his summer days waking at the crack of dawn and following the Han river until he got into Seoul, where he would spend his day until dusk began to fall across the sky and he would be forced into returning home.

The first time Hongbin found out about his powers, he was seven years old. Even at that age it never occured to him to go to his parents about his strange powers and his abilities to produce flames in the palm of his hand — mother and father didn’t have these powers, and his sister most certainly showed no signs of them either. It wasn’t normal, so it would have to be a secret. Most times he would find a secluded spot down by the river and practice with his powers there, play with the flames on his hands and make them wiggle and jump from finger to finger, using them to burn little irrelevant things like blades of grass or small flowers. At night he would set them in his palms or lift them into the air and play with them there, though he never usually played with his flames indoors until a few years later, around age ten, when he had learned how to control them better.

The first time Hongbin had an accident with his powers, he was sixteen years old. He doesn’t remember how it happened — he assumes a slip of concentration around one of his nightly flames — but he can remember smoke billowing into the sky and flames licking up the side of their little country house, eating away at the logs and wood and thatching, destroying the frail set-up in a show of hot, orange carnage. They huddled outside in blankets and his family wore shocked, tearful and mournful expressions — Hongbin’s was blank and empty, the firelight shimmering in the darks of his eyes. He never liked that house anyway.