- Oui.
Ancien hôpital abandonné, Nueva York.
Nayden s'était senti mal depuis leur arrivée. L'hôpital a été choisi spécifiquement pour ses avantages stratégiques. Cette chambre, aussi simple qu'il semblait, était juste assez grande pour que le Boss puisse s'adapter à son meilleur tout en offrant un autre itinéraire pour s'échapper si les choses vont vers le sud. Rien de tout cela ne serait nécessaire. L'épée, comme ils aimaient appeler Nayden dans le gang, était confiante que ces nouveaux voyous étaient tout aussi doltish que n'importe lequel. Ils seraient faciles à mettre en place en cas de besoin.
Le patron avait trouvé une conversation avec son second, les deux parlant des possibilités. Nayden, a porté sa veste de tenue blanche et noire, penchée de façon décontractée sur le comptoir de chrome; une frontière physique les séparant et la plus récente arrivée. Au moment où la porte s'ouvre, sa tête se perce et ses yeux aiguisés glissent vers l'homme encombrant. Cinq hommes armés se tenaient aussi de leurs sièges, tous vêtus de costumes respectables.
Tous ces muscles et il ne mesure toujours pas jusqu'à moi. C'est juste une autre tête de viande.
Le patron a pris la tête de The Second, presque aussi grande mais à peine la présence puissante de Patrick. Il a griffé sa barbe toilettée, touchant la cicatrice qui a encadré le côté droit de son visage. "Bienvenue," a salué l'aîné. "Jesse, Epée, présentez-vous. Ensuite, nous pourrons commencer par cette... cette réunion."
La Deuxième s'est intensifiée. "Bon de vous rencontrer."
Nayden, les yeux fixés sur l'homme encombrant, sont restés calmes un moment. "... Bonjour."
"Just leave. You don't stand a chance against me."

Character Type - Cannon Inspired
Name - Nayden Reynolds
Alias - The Sword (The Scourge)
Age - 15
Social Class - Downtown
Alignment - Bad
Archetype - Enhanced Human

Powers - Nayden discovered several well-documented abilities that he can utilize. All of them have either spawned from or was a direct result of his psychic powers. His super-strength, nigh-invulnerability, and super-speed are all acts of corporal manipulation; reinforcing, energizing, and shielding his body. Of course, he could barely call himself a psychic without the telltale repertoire of gifts. Telekinesis is one of them. At most he can lift a sedan without effort. Unlike his mom, who could dive into another's mind unaided, Nayden can only defend his from other psychics and experience past memories from the unaware. Try as he might, he has never been able to read one's current thoughts or future intentions.
Skills - Nayden's personal skills are severely lacking. He's relied on his powers for most of his life so he's kinda useless if they were taken away. He's good at reading the tension in the air, probably the result of some uncounted power. Very manipulative, charming even to most people. He plays a good fool.
Weaknesses - One-on-One fights are his specialty, however group fights tend to be trickier. His powers work on the premise of mental concentration. Too many distractions often leave openings for mistakes and without his psychic powers backing him up, he's essentially a normal, un-athletic teen. One whose never really felt true pain or disappointment. Furthermore he's never encountered another super-powered being, sure he heard word of Spider-Man, seen him on the big-screen, but he never had to fight the freak himself.

Arch Enemy - Nayden shrugged his shoulder to the idea.

BRIEF Bio - Nayden was born to Annalise Reynolds, single-mother and workaholic in the downtown streets of Nueva York. She was a librarian, dabbling model, and aspiring lawyer. Incapable of ever returning to her scholarly ambitions, Annalise had become content with learning what she could at her part-time job and taking care of her psychic, wallflower of a child. Because, regardless of how desperate she was to better her own life, she was fully devoted to insuring the best for his.
Nayden Reynolds was the latest of a rare breed. A child who had been born with their ancestor's: Robert Reynolds' (The Sentry) peculiar gifts. As powerful and heavy as those gifts were, Nayden had not avoided the importance of them. For a time he had ostracized himself, struggling to beat the learning curve for controlling his power; she had sensed that much with her own limited talents. Recently though, puberty had smoothen the rough edges, giving Nayden some form of personality. He was kind but quiet and often selfless, but that came with a volatile tendency of overreacting. Which with his gifts were often fatal for others. She had always been on guard for "accidents", always dipping in and out of his mind, searching for the unfortunate. Sometimes he blocked her out. That was hard to deal with but understandable. Still she trusted him and loved him dearly, she knew he was a good kid and knew one day he would become something spectacular.
What she did not know was truth about Nayden Reynolds
Yea, he had took time to hone his powers but it wasn't for the safety of the herd. It was for himself. Having dozens of thoughts, both hideous and mundane, fill his head everyday was a circus. A painful, obnoxious one. Truth was he was the central guard for a very powerful, very ugly gang leader. They were sharks, very dangerous but very awe-inspiring to look at. All wore suits or similar garments, the majority looked like cronies but special members... well they stood out. When they had saved him from those bullies all those years ago, he wondered the same as everyone else. Why? Why did the, then, second-in-command offer to protect him. Well he knew the answer now; y'see, them pressing him to learn control had ultimately been advantageous. Now he knew they wanted him for his power. Now he knew they had seen his strength.
Now he knew... that it had not been them that took out those bullies but none other then himself.
He had been unmovable against the fist of those thugs, a pure monster in terms of strength, and for a moment, he had floated over them like a god. They had seen it all and they had greedily wanted him for themselves. He was irreplaceable to The Boss; so long as he had his powers, he didn't need to be viewed as a demon to be left alone. He needed only be known as a member of The Old Nueva Gang.
Notes - Not The Same is his favorite audio file (regardless of its age).
It should be mentioned that his powers are not essentially psychic in nature. Robert Reynolds powers were born from a secret formula created by some professor. Its caused a phase-shift in his molecules, having his atoms jump ahead of the current time-line and giving him hyper-state of consciousness. It was very potent in Robert, since his time its been diluted, and now part and parcel of the formula floats inside of Nayden's molecules. He has yet to awaken to its latent capabilities but has realized several psychic powers and seems to believe that's all he's capable of.
Sample Post - He reached into his pocket until his entire hand was obscured, his fingers grasping for his domicile's key. He pulled it out, flinching from the gentle but unwanted touch of his mother's mental probing. She really needed a less invasive way of checking the door. He allowed her entrance to his initial thoughts while the door slid up into a wedged compartment.
"Perfect timing I was just leaving for a photo-shoot."
Nayden slipped off his weary sneakers and without pause carried himself down the hall to his room. "Yea, I remember you saying something like that." His voice grew louder the further he traveled. "Its that small shady group right? on Kjad Avenue?" Nayden hated the tedium of playing nitwit, his position within the Old Nueva Gang had afforded him plenty of insight. That shady studio on Kjad was filled with swindlers, nothing more. Rumors of rapist and murders had surfaced months ago but the actual employees were cowards, and as of recent, they were subservient to The Gang.
"Mhmm. Before you start I know awful things have been said about them but I wouldn't worry too much about it. Your mom can handle herself."
Nayden fixed his work clothes on, buttoning the remainder his white dress shirt and draping his topcoat around his shoulders. Course you wouldn't. You could probably smelt their minds easy, he thought. He heard her keys scrape against the counter as she snatched it up. "Food is in the fridge. Remember, Nayden, study, eat, sleep. I don't want to come home to your food still in the fridge."
"You got it, Ma," he voiced loudly. He sat on his bed, amidst his flawless room, awaiting to hear the final click of the door. When it resounded through the silent house, he rose, and begun his small trek to the hideout.