Narcosis

Often seen wandering about the Stellar City [room "hero"] in a black truck. My lab not a secret to any who take the time to follow, although I try not to give reason..

A huge steel industrial building in a run-down area on the out-skirts of town.. The building locked with an ingenious system, all that is needed is the password to enter.. The room name, "noair"..

Not a secret either, is the fact that I am the inventor of the hardware behind the computer game "me", a game that plays much like "the sims" only the character you create can be controlled with the users own thoughts.. Wearing a thin headset grants the ability.. It has been speculated that the headset can communicate both ways even if no solid proof of this exists. Still the game grows and maintains it's popularity, some even to the point of obsession..

Not much is know of me or the abilities I posses.. I try to work in a patient and thoughtful precision and hold back from overt displays of supernatural power.. I am a computer scientist with engineering skills.. Expert in computer software and hardware.. Addicted to expensive, coffee shop coffee.. I try to appear non-mutant.. The non mundane abilities I have used are listed in my description following..

I favor black clothing long sleeves, pants.. Black leather trench.. Fabrics may vary, but the lack of color remains the same.. I am always seen in deep, black sunglasses, even in the depths of the night. The lenses are an odd flat black coated surface, and no reflection will appear in them.. The reason they are always worn are to cover the sensitivity of my eyes.. Able to see in the dark to almost absolute darkness.. If the glasses were removed the liquid silver of my cornea and iris' would shock and frighten an average person. I was victim of a lab accident of my own fault.. The pain from my months of recovery have taught me an extreme regard for patience, but it is sometimes lost in the moment if I anger.. The other ability I posses is far more lethal and I control it from years of careful practice.. At puberty I gained the ability to affect the amount of oxygen in the air.. I have demonstrated that I can control the oxygen saturation around directed areas.. The range and area I can effect are not know, but I have demonstrated the subtlety of graduation I can control.. I have caused everything from labored breathing to instant suffocation.. So far, all displays of my abilities have been so slight as to not draw attention..

New World Man - Neil Peart

He's a rebel and a runner
He's a signal turning green
He's a restless young romantic
Wants to run the big machine

He's got a problem with his poisons
But you know he'll find a cure
He's cleaning up his systems
To keep his nature pure

Learning to match the beat of the Old World man
Learning to catch the heat of the Third World man

He's got to make his own mistakes
And learn to mend the mess he makes
He's old enough to know what's right
But young enough not to choose it
He's noble enough to win the world
But weak enough to lose it --
He's a New World man...

He's a radio receiver
Turned to factories and farms
He's a writer and arranger
And a young boy bearing arms

He's got a problem with his power
With weapons on patrol
He's got to walk a fine line
And keep his self-control

Trying to save the day for the Old World man
Trying to pave the way for the Third World man

He's not concerned with yesterday
He knows constant change is here today
He's noble enough to know what's right
But weak enough not to choose it
He's wise enough to win the world
But fool enough to lose it --
He's a New World man...