Alexander Wilkins


{-Statistics-}

Full Name: Alexander James Wilkins

Nickname(s): Alex, but members of the basketball team often call him Wills.

Power Name: Atom.

Age: 19.

What Am I?: Ronald McDonald.

{-Friends & Family-}

Mother: Melissa Wilkins (58), secretary, a kind and homey woman a little naive of the world and hasn't moved that much, living in one area of the country all her life.

Father: Jeffrey Wilkins (64), senior executive in a nearby factory, acts like a strict man but has a weakness when it comes to his family, completely in love with all sports. Looking forward to retirement.

Siblings: None, due to the fact that Alex's parents had trouble conceiving and Alex was a late child.

Other Significant Relatives: None. Father was adopted and Mother was an only child and their parents have now died.

Short Bio: Alex has had a pretty decent and happy life. His family was never very rich but his parents worked as hard as they could to provide him with the life they wanted for him. Alex is an easy-going guy and was happy to live his life wth what he had and loevs his parents for all their hard efforts.

Alex grew up with quite a lot of friends and very popular in school. He inherited his father's love of sports and excelled in all of them, despite getting only average grades in academic subjects. It was Faye Warren who got him through his lessons. The two of them grew up as next door neighbours and have been best friends three times as long as they have been together as a couple. They studied together and Alex got through his exams until he turned 17 and first de-materialised.

During a basketball practice game when he really needed to score Alex found himself desintegrating from one side of the court and suddenly reappearing leaping for the hoop. After that his friends through his magically or freaky and he lost their friendship and support. Feeling suddenly and unusually alone Alex was thankful for the letter from Crystall that sent him to a College where he was once again popular and liked. And even better- still with his girlfriend.

Room-Mate: Brendan Heath.

Best Friend: Faye or Brendan.

Other Friends: Alex makes friends just about everywhere he goes and everyone seems to know his name. If people, for some reason, don't get on with Alex he doesn't much care and doesn't go out of his way to make them like him. This can also mean however that his temper can get the best of him. Alex has always had a slightly hot head which fuels his competitiveness but it takes a bit to get under his skin and make him show it. His touchy spots include anything about Faye or his family.

Girlfriend: Faye Warren.

School Popularity: 8. Alex is popular with most people but he doesn't flaunt it or try to be the center of attention. He just lives his life blessed with many friends.

{-Appearance-}

Hair: Brown hair that is kept in a kind of longish state only due to the fact that he can't be bothered to get a hair cut.

Eyes: Blue.

Body: Alex has an average-to-tall height with a strong build thanks to his interest in sports and of course the training of Crystall. He’s built up a good body from the work he does but doesn’t care for whipping off his shirt to show his muscles off- he’s fit and healthy and that’s all he cares about.

Usual Clothing: Alex wears average clothing, normally jeans with some kind of shirt/t-shirt or sporting shirt. He’ll usually roll the sleeves up from habit of working Saturday jobs as a laboural worker.

Distinguishing Features: Alex has a slight scar just above his right eyebrow from where he fell over as a child, and a burn down the length of his left bicep where he got too close to fire in his atomized state. The only other distinguishing mark is a barbed wire circular tattoo around his right bicep. This is the result of a rather drunken night out with some friends when he was 17 (and big enough to pass for 18). His parents were not impressed.

{-Personality-}

The Good: Alex is loving and loyal and the best friend you could ask for. He is the literal boy-next-door, friendly with all. He can also be slightly cheeky.

The Bad: Alex can get quite competitive and therefore a little bossy or slightly arrogant. He is also really messy and leaves his dorm bedroom in a complete tip.

The Ugly: Alex's slight temper is only apparent when he's provoked.

The Unknown: Alex occassionally has daydreams about his future relationship with Faye such a marriage and a family. His male pride however never lets him admit this...

{-Other Information-}

Best Subject: Alex is pretty good at his academic subjects now that he's learning for what he considers to be a decent cause and is pretty good at horse-riding.

Worst Subject: Alex isn't amazingly good at any kinda combat that requires a weapon. He can do martial arts and that kind of fighting but the co-ordination he needs for sword-fighting or archery is somehow missing. He's also not very good at history in keeping his dates straight.

Status: (newly)Prefect.

Powers: Atomization.
Power 1: Alex has the unique defense ability to alter his physical structure. He is able to dematerialise into neutrino particles. This means that in his non-solid form he can move at the speed of light and instantly appear in another location. At the same time he can also remain in his dematerialised state indefinitely if he wants to. If he remains in this state a slight haze of particles can be seen if he stays still. The downside of this power is that it can make him very hungry or give him a headache when he's back in normal structure. He also cannot travel through immense heat or fire and the attempt to get near to this kind of heat has left Alex with a burn on his arm.
Power 2: The flipside of his ability is that Alex can also harden his structure and seem indestructible to most kinds of attack. Blades and arrows simple bounce off of him in this state. When hardened however Alex cannot move. He is also susceptible, once again, to extreme heats.

Sample Roleplay:
Helena's feet hurt. She couldn't really concentrate on anything aside from the sharp pain that shot through the balls of her feet with every step she took. Despite the brown suede boots being both flat soled and thickly supported she could feel blisters both at the front and back of her feet. Quietly she made her way down the corridor toward her dormitory. She walked in the center of the hallway refusing to place a hand on the wall to steady herself despite her hobbling pace. She was bent over with the exertion she felt in the small of her back and her cheekbone stung from a punch she had received earlier in the day. She hated it when they punched there. She remembered vaguely a film where the heroine stated that a punch to the cheekbone made your eye feel like it was going to explode. She could definitely verify that. Stumbling a little Helena paused, squeezed her eyes shut against exhaustion and reached for the next door to her right. Pushing it open she moved into her dormitory and shut it soundly behind her. Not daring to lean against to door or brace herself on the back of the sofa for fear that she wouldn't be able to get herself back up she stood on one leg for a moment, wobbled, and removed one of the boots. Stretching her feet out with a hiss of relief she rested it delicately on the carpet and did the same with the other boot. Moving toward her bedroom she chucked the boots onto the floor and headed for the bathroom.

Her movements were economic as she stripped and turned the shower on. Pulling the black elastic band from her hair she felt the familiar sharp tingle over her skull of hair that had been pulled back in the follicle all day. She ran a hand through her long hair as it poof-ed out and around her face. Stepping into the shower she turned her face up the spray. Her hair quickly turned dark with the water and was flattened against her skull, neck, and shoulders. She didn't let herself appreciate the water however, instead taking a loofah and soap and working up a lather. Industrially she scrubbed her body until it was bright pink and washed her hair twice with the provided shampoo and conditioner combo. Many students at Crystall bought their own preferred brands with the student allowance they were given but Helena saved hers. Her account had grown quite large from the small amounts she had never put toward anything. She couldn't see the point in spending money on frivolous things when the college provided the basics she needed. She didn't need anything that wasn't a necessity. Shutting the shower off without allowing herself to appreciate the warm water she stepped out onto the tiled floor and grabbed the towel hanging on the nearby rail. Rubbing herself down she then pulled on her pyjamas that she kept in the bathroom and scooped up her combat gear and towel. Dumping into the basket of dirty clothes that she would be cleaning in the next few days. She then sat on the bathtub and opened the small cupboard above the sink.

Taking out a small box of plasters she carefully administrated them to the red spots on the soles of her feet after smoothly some soothing lotion into them. The irony was not lost on her that most teenage girls would be rubbing moisturiser into shaved legs or painting their toe nails. Though Helena kept herself in a socially acceptable state with regards to her hygiene she only seemed to do it because it was what was expected. What was right. Helena was all for doing what was right...

After seeing to her feet she brushed and re-tied her hair, this time lightly at the nape of her neck to allow her to sleep and headed back into the living area. Looking around to check that the room and the kitchenette were tidy- she couldn't sleep until her days work was done- she moved into her bedroom. Picking up the boots she had slung in through the door she stuck them in the bottom of the wardrobe that held her clothes. Though it was only a quarter full of about three pairs of jeans and five t-shirts or tank tops. There was a pair of worn trainers at the bottom next to her boots and an anorak-like coat hung from the hook on the inside of the door. Other than that there was a medium sized cardboard box on the top shelf of the wardrobe that held her personal possessions. Moving toward the window Helena pulled the curtains inward and shut out the darkness outside not making much of a difference to the bedroom. Realising that she had left the light on in the living room she was forced to walk on plastered feet and switch it off before moving back to her bedroom and shutting the wardrobe. Placing the home-made necklace- a leather thong supporting her father's ring- on the bedside table she pulled back the thick quilt of her double bed and slid her sore feet in between the covers and laid down.

Today had been hard. She had set herself a stamina test for most of the morning and early afternoon. Running around the school grounds she had jogged a total of near twenty miles before her legs collapsed under her. She had then had a combat lesson that she had pushed herself in as usual followed by her daily work-out in the evening. Though looking at the glowing numbers on her alarm clock it was now morning, approaching 1 o'clock. Pressing the correct button to check the alarm she found that it was set for seven, six hours later and closed her eyes letting her tired and sore muscles relax gradually into the soft mattress. Frowning a little in an effort to control her thoughts into peace before she slept Helena had little hope of evading nightmares.


Miraculously, however, that was exactly what she managed to do. The night- all six hours of it- went by without a problem and Helena woke up feeling, if not refreshed then at least prepared for the day ahead. Swinging her legs out of bed she winced a little as her feet stung and then mentally chastised herself for wincing at such a small thing. Didn't her scars indicate that she had survived so much worse. She was being pathetic. They were just blisters. Granted they were the size of 50 pence pieces and scarlet red when she removed the plasters in the bathroom not ten minutes later but still only blisters. Helena re-plastered her feet and pulled two pairs of socks on for extra cushioning. Then she pulled the second pair back off again, changing her mind. This would be another endurance test. If she was wincing just due to blisters she needed more training and wouldn't pamper her stupid feet.

Moving back into the bedroom Helena got dressed in her usual jeans and tank-top- white today- and pulled on he white trainers tying them tight. Tying a simple black belt through the loopholes of her light blue jeans she pulled the band from her hair and picked up the large hairbrush. Yanking it through the strands Helena pulled the long hair back into a high ponytail directly on the back of her head and watched in slight annoyance as a few locks wouldn't reach and fell against her neck, by her ears and the biggest ones just around her face at her temples. It was the only feminine aspect of her appearance and she didn't like it. She didn't want to look feminine. That was why she didn't wear make-up. The hollows under her eyes and in her cheeks weren't a trick of colour to make her look thinner but the results of sleepless nights while her eyes were dull. They had lost their shine some years ago. Grumbling at herself for such sensitive ideas she turned and grabbed up the ring necklace, tying it around her neck. It was the only jewelery she wore in memory of her father.

Stepping out into the living room she reached the kitchenette and took up an apple which she bit clean into and looked toward the door to see if there were any missions posted under the door. There was. Quickly she moved over and grabbed the little square yellow card and looked down at it. Adrenaline slowed in her veins as she realised that it wasn't a mission but a request. Wrinkling her nose a little she noted that she was supposed to baby-sit a new student that would be filling the empty room in her dorm. It had already been cleaned by servants the previous day according to the note (she wouldn't know, due to never being in there) and she was to escort this... Mr Christien Davies around the College with her. Fantastic. She didn't need some wet-behind-the-ears kid following her round the place. She had more important things to do. But at the same time she knew that helping new students was part of her duty as an Elite and she took her duties and responsibilities very seriously.

Dropping the small card into the bin beside the door she threw the apple core in after it and headed for the bathroom where she washed her hands and cleaned her teeth. She then went back into her bedroom to pack her book satchel with everything she would need for the day. While she was in there shoving the last few things into it- including a fresh set of combat clothes- Helena heard the door of her dormitory open and a voice call out...