TURN RENFORCEMENT
Tourner en arrière a crié à Wraith alors même qu'il écoutait Ditch crier sur eux deux Il s'est battu pour retenir la bile il a désespérément voulu vomir sur ce petit punk, surtout compte tenu des jabs de séparation qu'elle a pris sur lui. De toute évidence, les fausses excuses et le sourire étaient trop nombreux, et il remonta sous son souffle : « Eh bien, au moins je peux sauver quelqu'un, psychopathe. » Il a dit avant de retourner à Ditch.
"Je n'ai pas la moindre idée de comment combattre le contrôle de l'esprit. J'ai à peine une idée de comment combattre les ténèbres. Mais comme je l'ai dit, je peux aider le gamin. Je vais passer l'appel, on peut le déplacer quelque part dans une heure, probablement. Si nous voulons qu'il reste ici avec Ditch jusqu'à ce qu'il se réveille et puisse nous dire ce qu'il sait, alors très bien. Mais après cela, il a besoin de la sécurité que nous lui avons promise." Tourner en arrière a fait signe à Ditch, Omega, et Tank avant de sortir de l'entrepôt à nouveau, retirer son téléphone et composer Emma.
À peine un moment plus tard, le téléphone a capté et la voix claire d'Emma a sonné dans son oreille: "Jason! Je pensais que tu rentrerais à la maison maintenant! Que s'est-il passé? Etes-vous blessé?
"Emma, je vais bien. Écoute, j'ai une... faveur. C'est à propos des affaires. Nous avons trouvé un enfant. Il a peut-être 12 ans. Il est froid et seul, il a peur. Cette chose que j'ai travaillé avec les autres pour prendre le contrôle? Oui, ce gamin est venu de là. Nous devons l'aider."
Il y avait un moment de silence à l'autre bout de la ligne alors qu'Emma traitait tout ça. Jason soupira et frotta son temple de sa main libre, maudit intérieurement la stupidité pure des codes dans laquelle son désir d'être vague l'avait enfermé. Emma a finalement dit : "Nous, euh... Je pense qu'on a encore ce matelas d'air, je peux dormir dessus... on a assez de nourriture? Est-ce que c'est sûr ici?"
"La nourriture n'est pas un problème, je peux m'en occuper. Et toi et moi, on peut s'occuper de lui. Ecoute Emma, je suis désolé. Tout ça est si soudain, et je ne voulais pas t'entraîner dans...
"Je suis en train de tout mettre en place maintenant. Il aura de la nourriture chaude et un endroit pour dormir quand tu le ramèneras à la maison. Ne t'inquiète pas pour papa non plus. Je m'occuperai de tout Jason, je vous ramènerai à la maison.
La ligne est morte et Jason a envoyé une prière silencieuse de remerciement à son saint d'une sœur. Il est retourné dans l'entrepôt et a attrapé l'œil de Ditch. "Il y a un endroit pour lui. Une bonne, où il sera en sécurité. Crois-moi, la fille qui s'occupe de lui est une... Ange." Il a dit, espérant que Ditch recevra le message. Il a poussé son téléphone dans sa poche, sa main brossant un objet étranger. Il soupirait de la mémoire, il avait trouvé le clip d'argent de Reaper après être retourné chercher le reste de l'argent qu'elle avait jeté. Il détestait l'idée de lui parler à nouveau, mais elle en avait l'air inquiète. De plus, il avait obtenu de bonnes informations, comme son pouce scanné à travers le "ZK" gravé dans l'or.
Tourner les yeux de Back a attrapé Reaper près de la porte, se tenant toujours loin de l'enfant. Soupirant encore une fois, Tourner Back l'a aspiré et s'est dirigé vers elle, tirant le clip de sa poche à l'approche. "Reaper. J'ai trouvé ça. Je pensais que tu voudrais le récupérer." Il m'a dit de garder l'argent. Il a baissé la voix en s'approchant, pour que personne d'autre ne puisse entendre. "Je ne le jetterais plus si j'étais toi. Ce n'est peut-être pas le plus sûr, si vous voyez ce que je veux dire." Il ne pouvait pas être sûr à 100%, mais il avait le sentiment qu'il savait qui était la fille devant lui...
Name: Jason Grave
Quote: "Pain is temporary. Victory is eternal."
Alias: Turn Back or TB
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Mother (Deceased), Father
Occupation: Office assistant
Appearance: Tall and lithe, Jason is what many would describe as lanky. He has above average strength for his size, but not of any surprising strength. His face is hard beyond his years, his brow in an almost perpetual furrow. His icy blue eyes seem to pierce into ones soul, and he keeps his black hair combed back close to his head. His left hand is a prosthetic, one of the new models that link to the users nervous system and respond in a similar manner to a real hand.
Jason wears business-type button-up shirts and nice ties for his day job, however once the sun sets it's a very different story. Jason changes from a 'mild-mannered' office person to a darkly-dressed vigilante. He wears a tight black shirt and loose-fit dark jeans. He wears a black glove on his right hand, and has steel-toed boots.
Method of Operation: Jason tends to leap into the middle of a fray, getting into fights with criminals at the drop of a hat. He often allows himself to be hit several times near the beginning of a fight, both to lull his opponents into a sense of security, and to build up his own power. Once he starts to fight back, he uses a folding staff to gather momentum, going for the head, the gut, the knees, any weak point he thinks he can exploit.
Superpower: Kinetic absorbtion and redistribution.
Jason has the ability to absorb and redirect and kinetic energy that he is aware of coming into contact with him. This manifests ina few different ways, as listed below.
Enhanced Stamina
By reabsorbing the energy expended while walking or running, Jason can go much further than the normal person without needing to stop for rest. This is not indefinite however, as some energy is lost with each step.
Limited Invulnerability
So long as Jason is aware of physical attacks made against him, he can absorb the energy of the blow without it harming him. This includes bullets.
Energy Storage/Redirection
Jason can store any kinetic energy absorbed within his body or any object he touches as excess potential energy, to be used as extra force. For example, if he is hit by someone, he can store the energy of that hit into his staff to hit them back with the strength of the staff, and the force they had originally hit him with.
Weaknesses
The energy conversion used by Jason is unstable, making any stored energy equally unstable. If he stores the energy for too long, it will begin to entropy, with explosively catastrophic results. This weakness enhances in both speed and power the more energy is absorbed. For example, the force of an apple hitting his head could lie dormant for weeks or months before detonating, but the power of a train could only be held for a few minutes. In addition to this, Jason is not immune to damage taken from unknown sources, he must be aware of an enemy in order to use his powers to defend himself.
Skills: Jason has learned how to fight, though not in any particular style. More the 'jump and run' tactics young gang members often use on the streets, with the major exception being: Jason doesn't run.
Jason has an above-average understanding of technology, and can familiarize himself with a new computer quite quickly.
Jason is a mediocre baseball player.
Equipment: Folding staff, tucked into a back pocket. Cell phone. Steel-toed boots. A handful of metal nuts
Personality: Jason is often cold upon his first meeting. He keeps very professional and businesslike, often not exchanging many words at all. Once he begins to warm up to a person however, another side of him comes out. Jason will begin smiling and joking more, enagaging in conversation and sharing stories of his life. He doesn't have many people he would consider a friend, but those he does he would give his life for.
Enemies, on the other hand, see a completely reversed Jason. They see someone who will sit and take a beating, any punishment they can dole out while laughing in their face. Criminals know fear as Turn Back begins to taunt them as he gets up and uses the force of their own blows to beat them senseless. Those who seek to do him harm see a cold, hard face with an icy stare before a booted sole darkens their vision, sometimes for the last time.
Biography: Jason was born into a poor immigrant family from Europe, who wanted nothing more than to see their boy become a famous American baseball player (Which is, of course, the American dream). His life was dominated by the sport, from playing catch with his father in the back yard using stones when they couldn't afford a new ball, to joining a local little league team as soon as he was big enough. Jason't family had always been low on money, but his mother and father managed to scrape together everything Jason needed for the team. Unfortunately, it seemed Jason was doomed to a life of mediocre sports talent. He never really shone on the field, making a few nice plays and a good hit here or there, but not reaching the standards his parents hoped he would.
Jason's life changed for the first time at the age of 12. During one of the final baseball games of the season, he stood a bit too close to the plate in an all-planned effort to hit the ball with more force. His left hand was struck by the pitch, a fastball right to his knuckles, though Jason felt no pain. He soon forgot the incident however, until a week or two later, when his hand began to ache. Not able to afford a doctor, his parents looked at it, said it seemed fine, and wrapped it with soft cloth, to try and sooth the paid. Soon after, Jason's hand exploded in a flash of purple, the decaying energy from the baseball weeks prior finally taking its toll. The family was introduced to one of the facets of the 'American Dream'; privatized healthcare. The bills from the hospitals, all the tests done, and getting even the cheapest prosthetic they could find all but bankrupted the family. Each parents was forced to take another job just to survive, and that was when Jason's life changed again.
Late one night, walking home form work in an attempt to save money on bus fare, Jason's mother was jumped by a group of muggers. Desperately trying to defend her hard-earned money, she fought back against her attackers, who decided it was easier to simply pull a knife. Jason got the news before leaving for school the next day; his mother had been killed. This sent the boy's father into a spiraling depression, he barely ate or slept, and stopped talking to anybody at all. Jason did everything he could to help, but his father was left a broken shell of a man. Soon after, Jason swore vengeance on the criminals of his city, vowing to use his newfound powers to destroy the people who had taken both his parents from him and ruined his life.
Theme Song: TBD
Relationships: TBD
Extra: We are not normal.