Toro "Jolt" Warnock
Son attention a été ramenée à l'affaire à portée de main alors que trois sentinelles tombaient et commencèrent à ouvrir le feu. Il doit y avoir quelques tueurs lourds ici pour avoir deux mk1 et un mk2 sentinelle comme une réponse rapide. Voir les autres engager les robots il y avait encore plus de feu entrant vers eux et le portail.
"Praesidio!"
Le mot semblait porter du poids de l'utilisateur puisque le faisceau de plasma du mk2 a touché une barrière invisible. Regarder autour de lui pouvait voir que c'était l'homme qui l'a libéré et a ouvert le portail en voyant les papillons environnants. Sans donner, il y avait beaucoup de pensée et d'envie de faire quelque chose que le garçon levait les bras et une distorsion visuelle émanait d'eux comme un nuage, la distorsion ressemblerait à la distorsion de la chaleur sur le trottoir en une journée chaude.
Ce nuage de distorsion ralentit considérablement tout ce qui le traversait, des traces minuscules de ce qui ressemblait à de la vapeur d'orange traînaient derrière quoi ou qui passait et, à son tour, Toro commença à briller d'orange. Les projectiles céramiques ralentissaient et tombaient à travers le nuage, le grand homme brillant maintenait sa concentration sur cela, recueillant et stockant l'énergie cinétique. Lentement petits arcs statiques d'énergie orange lui ramenèrent et inoffensifment sur les objets voisins, ses yeux brillaient d'une intense lueur orange. Je suis vivant!
Pendant un moment c'était si le temps restait immobile pour lui, la bataille qui faisait rage dans le sol, mutants luttant contre les constructions humaines et un petit projectile en céramique. Le petit tour avait traversé sa barrière et lentement il l'avait passé. Ses yeux suivirent le projectile, et il perdit sa concentration, lançant sa garde, il se tourna et regarda où il était allé seulement pour trouver la fille toujours debout derrière lui, pourquoi est-elle encore là?
Pendant un moment, ils semblaient tous les deux gelés en place alors que la bataille faisait rage, l'étrange fille se tenait devant lui. Il pouvait voir le trou dans ses vêtements et quelque chose qui lui trompait la main et sur le sol. Puis la pauvre fille a trébuché et l'a regardé, "help." C'était tout ce qu'il avait à entendre, il a agi rapidement en ramassant la fille et en se déplaçant pour le portail.
Il n'était pas sûr que cela aiderait la fille, mais il a laissé un peu d'énergie qu'il a rassemblée en elle. Là où l'énergie lui est transférée, sa peau craquerait inoffensivement avec des marques oranges et ses yeux donneraient un léger soupçon d'orange. Toutes ces choses s'estomperaient une fois qu'elle eut dépensé l'énergie qu'il lui avait donnée, et pour elle dans son état, ça aurait l'air d'un pic d'adrénaline.
Une fois qu'ils ont terminé, il a commencé à essayer de se souvenir de la formation médicale que son père lui a fait subir il y a tant d'années. Il n'a pas attendu une réponse, si elle était à l'aise était hors de question, il n'avait aucune idée du type de capacité qu'elle avait, et elle a été blessée. Il a rapidement arraché sa chemise au-dessus de son bouton ventre et autour de son dos, en prenant le morceau de tissu déchiqueté et en l'enveloppant autour de son bras. Après avoir attaché la blessure, il a tenu la pression à elle et l'a regardée, il était toujours illuminé et étincelles inoffensives encore sauté de lui, "Pouvez-vous me parler de vous? Quel est votre nom? Mon nom est Toro les gens m'appellent Jolt. - Il essayait de la calmer comme l'était l'étape suivante, il se concentrait sur la fille devant lui et ignorait tout de son environnement.
Michael James Carter / Morphling 

Age: 26
Powers: Shape-shifting: Mike is able to consume animals with his touch understanding their DNA structure and then he is able to transform into them. The bigger and smart the animal is the hard is for Mike to consume them. The animal must be alive for Mike to be able to consume it. He can transform only parts of his body.
Morphs:
 A white dog with a big spot on his forehead. This was Mike's first transformation, he got it when he was still a kid while he tried to save his pet from dying. 
 A big black wolf. When Mike consumed it's DNA the wolf was still young, he was alone, expelled from his pack and starving. For some reason that Mike does not understand, when he turned into the wolf a few years later in the incident he took shape of a big, grown up wolf.  
((Will soon add a few morphs that he already has as he "uses" that shape. He has 5 by now))
Skills: Mike has a PhD in wild life biology and genetics. He has some training in martial arts.
Personality: He hasn't spent much of his live around people as he used to be a loner in his youth, because of that he doesn't have much empathy with other people neither he has social skills. Sometimes he can be inconvenient which has cause him some problems in the past.
Biography: Born in a family of businessmen and entrepreneurs Mike didn't have much affection when child, his only friend as he grew up was his dog Spot. When he was fifteen his dog got sick and was in that moment that his powers manifested for the first time. While petting his pet and crying for it not to day a green light came from his hands, he was scared but that light seemed to relieve the animal of it's pain so Mike continued to pet him. A few minutes later the animal vanished. Mike felt something strange inside himself. It was like the random and chaotic memories of the animal were inside his head, he could feel how happy the animal had been living with him, for Spot, Mike was more than his owner he was his friend.
Some time passed and Mike never wanted to have a new animal. He did not had any friends in school and he was bullied several times for being the rich kid. One time when running away from some bullies who were trying to hurt him he wish that he could run faster, but as much as he tried to run the other kids seemed to be closer and closer to him. And then, all the sudden a green light came from inside his body and he felt it changing, and he was now running on four feet, no, not feet, paws he had four paws and damn he could run fast.
He grew up and learned to control and use his powers at will. Wishing to understand better his power he went to university and graduated in Wild Life Biology and Genetics. He life had finally taken grip, he was for the first time happy since he pet had died. Until one day. When Mike was going from the university where he work home 5 guys showed up from a dark alley and pulled him in asking for his money while pointing a knife at his neck. Mike was afraid again, his mind went back to when he was a bullied kid, and then something switch in his head. A green light came from his body and big black fur came after it, his eyes turned yellow and filled with rage, he was a wolf, a bid bad wolf. And then he blacked out.
When he woke up in was in the back of a police van, handcuffed he could hear the officers talking "He riped them all in to pieces, he is a beast, poor guys, they were so young"  sadness filled his body, they did not understand, it wasn't his fault, they tried to steal his money, a tear rolled down his face and he fell asleep again.
Later he woke up in a cell, the same cell he had been for the past year, with no questions asked, locked as an animal he was not.
Equipment: Nothing but the prison clothes he was given.