Garfield a senti une secousse et il s'est réveillé. Il transpirait et son cœur battait si vite qu'il se sentait comme s'il revenait d'une autre mission sur le terrain. Mais il ne savait pas ce qui avait causé cela. Il ne se souvient pas de son rêve. Il a essayé de revenir en arrière, mais tout ce qui lui est revenu était une image noire. Il s'assit lentement et regarda autour de lui. Sa chambre, stationnée au premier étage, avait été reconstruite de sorte que la pièce était une preuve d'explosion - de sorte que, lorsqu'il s'est percuté sans le savoir dans son sommeil et qu'il a accidentellement jeté quelque chose, il ne ferait pas sauter un autre trou dans le mur. Ça avait été assez cher mais ça en valait la peine. Il aurait été beaucoup plus cher de continuer à réparer les murs, après tout.
Il s'est tourné vers son horloge.
6 heures du matin.
Les chiffres rouge vif sont indiqués. Il ne sentait pas qu'il n'avait pas dormi - en fait, c'était censé être le moment où il se réveillait. D'habitude l'un des premiers à se lever, s'il ne se trompait pas. Cela peut être dû au fait qu'il a été entraîné dans l'armée, mais il a senti que l'entraînement lui dérape, car ils se réveilleraient plus tôt que cela. Néanmoins, Garfield a rapidement fait le tour, prenant une courte douche, puis tirant sur une chemise blanche et un pantalon de cargo. Il a commencé à faire des crêpes, prenant son temps. Alors que, à l'origine, il avait voulu cuisiner pour tout le monde, il devenait de plus en plus évident que le fait qu'ils avaient tous des cuisines différentes signifiait qu'ils cuisinaient souvent pour eux-mêmes alors il a fini par en faire un pour lui-même.
Garfield a pris son temps avec manger. Au moment où il était fini, il était environ 7:30, car il était aussi juste se jeter autour et regarder une certaine télévision jusqu'à la fin de l'époque. Vu qu'il était tard et qu'il ferait mieux de bouger, il s'est levé. Il a pris un bondoir et l'a jeté sur son épaule. Il a ensuite porté ses gants et a fait son chemin à l'extérieur. Comme prévu, il était encore assez vide au rez-de-chaussée.
Comme sur pilote automatique, il a fait son chemin à l'extérieur. Comme prévu, il y avait là un autre signe, placé par les nombreux haïsseurs de leur genre. Il n'était pas aveugle à l'éblouissement qu'on lui donnait chaque fois qu'il sortait de l'appartement quand ils étaient là pour acheter quelque chose au dépanneur. Il préférait les ignorer. Serenity n'apprécierait probablement pas s'il décidait qu'une personne pourrait se passer d'un bras, ou si quelqu'un pouvait passer une nuit aux urgences pour un visage sanglant et plusieurs os cassés. Il a regardé autour de lui et a vu un couple âgé passer. Il avait la moitié de l'esprit pour les saluer mais quand leurs yeux se rencontrèrent - le couple l'a rétréci dans un éblouissement et a commencé à marcher rapidement passage.
Le salut, bien sûr, est mort dans sa gorge. Quatre ans et il n'avait toujours pas l'habitude de ne pas saluer les personnes âgées. Les enseignements de sa mère étaient profondément enracinés. Il a laissé sortir un soupir avant de sortir de la porte et de prendre le panneau vers le bas. Il pourrait s'en débarrasser maintenant, personne ne se réveillerait. C'était léger et il faisait à peine un bruit. Ou peut-être que Serenity aimerait le voir? Étant leur chef et tout cela, il se demandait si la femme aimerait savoir qu'un autre signe avait été mis en place. Estimant qu'elle s'y attendait déjà, il l'a jeté et il a créé une explosion très minuscule comparée à celle d'un feu d'artifice pop, bien qu'un peu plus fort.
Personne ne semblait l'avoir remarqué. Il a fermé la porte et a continué à faire son jogging matinal dans le quartier. Il était toujours préférable de le faire tôt le matin. Il avait fixé un moment où s'il se réveillait tard, il aurait dû courir sur un tapis roulant. Quand trop de gens mouillaient, un jogging paisible est la chose la plus lointaine qu'il ait pu penser. A mi-chemin de l'appartement, deux enfants couraient vers lui. Lentement, il a permis aux enfants de rattraper leur retard. Une grosse erreur de sa part vraiment comme les deux ballons d'eau brandies et les a épluchés sur lui. Drenched, il a accéléré son rythme de retour à l'appartement.
"Monseigneur!"
"Sortez d'ici!"
Leurs voix ont porté à travers le quartier et d'autres parents semblaient s'être rangés à l'extérieur. Garfield a ouvert la porte et l'a refermée une fois de plus. Il n'était pas habitué aux enfants qui se moquaient de lui, voulant qu'il disparaisse de leur vie. D'habitude, ils sont simplement restés à l'écart ou les ont regardés avec crainte - parce qu'ils étaient enfants et ils ont regardé vers eux comme ils avaient des pouvoirs. Peut - être leurs parents acceptaient - ils moins et étaient - ils plus ouverts sur leur haine des mutants. Peut-être n'étaient-ils pas des enfants, mais plutôt des adolescents? Je pensais qu'une petite farce à l'un des résidents de leur appartement était un bon rire. Sa tête était blessée et il a dû saisir le mur pour s'empêcher de tomber. Il n'y avait rien de plus qu'il aimerait donner une leçon à ces deux petits bâtards sur qui ils devraient s'embêter.
Juste à ce moment-là, Aimi avait annoncé par l'intermédiaire des orateurs qu'ils se réuniraient dans le salon. Garfield semblait oublier d'être mouillé ou en colère et s'est immédiatement tourné vers le salon. Il s'assit sur l'un des sièges et faisait face à la porte. Une fois que Serenity et Riko sont entrés, il les a salués, "Bonjour."
Name: Garfield Oliver Remus
Alias: Grenadier
Age: 38
Gender: Male

Appearance: Garfield stands at six foot one and has a rather muscular build. He would often wear a shirt and camo cargo pants when in casual clothing. His brown hair is usually slicked back, as was suggested to him by one of his late friends, and he also has chestnut brown eyes. He seems to carry around the wolf tooth necklace he has, but he never said where he got it but it does seem awfully authentic. When he's out doing hero stuff, he simply wears a black leather jacket over his shirt, cargo pants, a black mask, gloves and combat boots. He has two bandolier-like sashes crossing both his shoulders which contain rocks and other assortment of small objects to be used in battle.




Personality Strengths: Garfield is a rather calm person. He's generally quiet and is a better listener than a spokesperson. A lot of people assume that he's mute since he rarely speaks; however, when he does speak, it would become obvious that he's actually pretty nice. He's an honest person and it is, once more, shown when he answers a question. He is the kind of person who silently helps before leaving without so much as another word. He has a soft spot for animals and can be usually seen smiling around them.
Personality Flaws: Despite his calm exterior, Garfield on the field of battle is rather merciless and he still keeps his stoic expression. Actually, in the field of battle, he seems entirely emotionless. This tends to put off most heroes as he seemingly acts more like a villain than a hero. Out of battle, however, he seems to have his head in the clouds most of the time. He has little presence in the room too. He also shows signs of emotional dependence on others. He also claims to hear voices in his head, most of the time it is his siblings or some other close person to him.

Powers:
 Garfield has no name for his power. He has the ability to turn anything into a grenade - meaning everything he throws essentially can and will explode once it makes contact with a solid area. The mass of the object is directly proportional to how powerful the explosion is. In his own words, "The heavier the object, the bigger the boom." He also has three categories of said grenades:
 Explosive - The object would explode just like a normal grenade. It has the capabilities of blowing someone up.
 Stun - This acts more as a flashbang type of grenade. It releases a bright light and a loud sound that would leave most incapacitated for a few seconds.
 Smoke - Generally used for escaping

 Enhanced Physical condition - A side effect from an experiment gone wrong, his body can resist his own explosions and typically has a tougher exterior than most, making it harder to bruise him. He also has a greater physical strength than normal people and even trumping some of the enhanced humans in terms of brute strength. This doesn't mean he's invincible and he actually heals slower than most people.

Skills: 
Major Skills:
 Parkour - Being part of the military from a time past, he has trained in this art for many years and has been using it most of the time while on hero business.
 Sneaking - Because of his less than admirable presence and generally being quiet in both speech and movement, he has garnered quite the ability... albeit unintentionally.
 Art - In his free time, he would often be seen with a sketchpad and drawing tools. Sometimes even a canvas and paint.

Minor Skills:
 Cooking - He's been living alone for a while. It'd be a wonder if he didn't learn it.
 Animals - This guy seems to form bonds with animals faster than with humans
 Singing - He has a surprisingly good voice.


Weapons: He only carries small objects that he throws for his power. He stashes them in his bondolier.

Pebbles - It doesn't spread that much but it can damage a normal person when they take it directly, leaving them with a nasty burn and ruined clothing. The shock from the explosion might be the main reason why normal people can't take it. Blast radius would span from 4 inches to six inches depending on the size.
Normal-sized rocks - Relatively larger than the pebble but not as much as a grenade. If taken by a normal person, it would leave a rather big wound and blow a body part off depending on the position of where it lands. It would be extremely painful though and the resulting bleeding might be the cause of alarm. Blast radius would effectively range from one foot to two feet.
Bigger rocks - The kind that is bigger than your hand so you can't wrap it all the way around. It is equivalent to a grenade and will blow off a part (or a lot of them depending on where it lands) and would probably kill a normal human being (highly likely). Blast radius would be around that of an average grenade, added with the extra shrapnel that would not explode from said rock or any other object of that size. Shrapnel only applies to this size of an object and bigger.

Equipment: He typically never leaves without his sketchpad and drawing pencils, if not in a mission that is. It's usually in a small backpack. He also seems to like carrying around some food to feed animals.

History: Believe it or not, Garfield had a relatively normal childhood. His powers didn't surface until much, much later. His father served in the military and encouraged his children to join the military as well, much to the their mother's dismay. He was a cheerful child who looked up to his father so he agreed to join the military once he was old enough. His younger sister and brother didn't follow through though, thinking that they would fit in elsewhere. His father died when he was twelve. His last promise to his father was to serve the military in his place. His mother was hesitant on letting Garfield train for the military and his younger siblings discouraged him because he had great talent for art and that he should pursue that. Garfield figured out that they were worried for his safety because of the superhumans and how they could really hurt him, being normal and all.
Even with his family's disapproval of his decision, he still went to an academy and trained. By the age of twenty, he was out in the field. His job mainly consisted of being backup to the well-known superheroes which also involved almost getting blown apart, being teleported to the Bahamas (he was so lost at that time), shooting until the cartridge is empty only to see that it didn't even put a scratch on the enemy and the likes. Even so, he enjoyed his time there with his friends. His group of friends usually got out relatively unharmed. They took their day offs together. There were five of them, two females and three males including him. Each time they got a day off, they would live in a house of the family of one of the members. This was probably the prime of his life. He had a good relationship with his family, had excellent friends and an exciting job.
Everything came crashing down when he was twenty-eight years old. In the midst of a battle, his power emerged. He threw a rock at an enemy and he blew up. Note that this was a normal human being and he was torn asunder. The death didn't disturb him, considering he was military at that time, but they were all equally shocked to find out that Garfield had powers. His superiors caught wind of this and then quickly tested him. He was placed apart from his original team and group of friends since he had powers. They would make him train with it, and that's when he started hating his job. But this wasn't the worst of it. Figuring that maybe making a superhuman wasn't a bad idea, especially for him since he made grenades with inorganic materials, so they underwent an experiment.
It went wrong. The side effects had not been taken into note.
While making his body more resilient to force which ended up with him being a lot sturdier and his grenades not affecting him as much as a normal person, it also lowered his healing factor. His physical strength was greatly increased, but he suffered mentally and emotionally. The usual cheerful Garfield turned into a quiet and closed off man. He was deployed with his old friends in hopes that they didn't break him too much. It didn't work. His last battlefield on the military, it ended with two women and two men in their side dead by explosion and a mission complete... but he was the last one standing. Or rather, he was sitting down and crying with his hands in his ears, shouting for the voices to stop.
They failed. Garfield also had a bit of a problem adjusting to the life with his kind of power. No more shooting the paper ball into the bin or else it would explode. No more spreading the small grains to feed the pigeons, or else those would explode like miniature fireworks. It made him dependent to his younger siblings, since his mother had passed away. They tried their best to take care of him. They cared enough to sacrifice some of their time to help him. He was their older brother after all. But everytime they saw Garfield simply staring at nothing, they felt a pang of guilt. Why couldn't they stop him before? If not for their father and their lack of insistence, he would have still been the same.
His siblings died because of a villain attack. Garfield tried to save them, he really did. However, he wasn't powerful enough but the villain had been taken down by a superhero. But they were late. His siblings were already dead. They saved the day, but not his family. Thinking that it was because big shot superheroes didn't have the time to look at minor villains, he decided to go as a vigilante. That's when he joined up with the Rogue X. He found home and shelter with them, being a misfit himself, albeit for rather different reasons. They said his power was too 'destructive' but the team accepted him nonetheless. He found out about the other types of grenade after he was done in the military and is now trying to find out more about it.

Others:
- His power was too loud and too destructive. His personality is also rather villainy so he was never invited to become a superhero group.
- Everything he throws explodes so he needs to be careful to 'place' the things he want on the ground so they wouldn't explode.
- His power does not work on living things; however, it does work on fruits and vegetables. Just not on animals and humans.
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