Rucks n'avait pas reçu de réponse au moment où quelqu'un d'autre a essayé de commencer une conversation. Il a supposé que la blonde était un peu contrariée par son manque de cigarettes.
Le nouveau - bien qu'il y ait eu plusieurs nouvelles personnes aussi - s'appelait Midas, qu'est-ce qu'il était? Un Grec ancien? Il n'a pas l'air trop shabby, cheveux bruns, stupidement grand aussi. Et qu'est-ce qu'il y avait avec cette intro, six jours depuis son dernier abus? Rucks était-il entré accidentellement dans une réunion des AA?
Quoi qu'il en soit, peut-être qu'une introduction n'était pas la pire idée au monde, Rucks a parlé ensuite, "Mes noms Rucks Kennithson. C'est quoi? Une demi-année environ depuis que j'ai utilisé mes pouvoirs pour la dernière fois? J'oublie », en y réfléchissant, c'était une déclaration dont il pourrait être fier pour une fois.
Name: 
Rucks Kennithson
Age: 
26
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Personality:
Rucks is a tough one, we'll not literally he's not really the greatest at punching. But personality wise he sure is. He's a cynic, well it's the best way to describe him. He trusted people enough in the war, he tries be be a harsher judge if character now.
If you get to know him he's pretty neat though, good with his hands and some gaffa tape if you need something fixing and he tries his best to stand up for his friends.
History:
Rucks was one of the lucky ones, he could escape. Something which so many wanted to do after the war, but so few could. He was watching over the years you know, as they hunted us down, took us from our homes. Our families. He probably could of helped, but he didn't. God only knows why. But he was there, those wormholes of his are unmistakeable.
After the first year he tried to settle down, a courier. Must have been nice, to easily be the best at what you did. Forget amazon prime and their next day delivery, this was always within the hour. But people are strange, well. I say that but only because they don't like people with strange abilities turning up at their door. It lasted a while though, before he disappeared again. To somewhere new no doubt.
It was another year before he popped up on the radar, turns out they were interested in him after all. He didn't escape too easily, back in the day he could open a gateway to anywhere in the world at a click of his fingers; what changed?
Primas. That's where he's gone, or at least where he's going. Education, it's looking up for that kid. Hopefully he won't need to rely on those powers soon. It'll be better for him, to not have the world look down on him despite all he did all those years ago.
Abilities:
Space-Time Manipulation
Derivatives:
Chronolock: An ability which allows the user to isolate themselves from our space time for a short while. This ability can be used as a four dimensional shield for up to four people.
White hole creation: The ability to condense a reverse flow of time into a singularity which then sends out a powerful shockwave.
Spatial distortion: The ability to create, destroy and tune areas of space to the users will. This can be used to increase or decrease distances, or to change an areas time flow. This also allows for instantaneous travel.
Pocket dimension: A small pocket dimension that can be used for storage. If you had a couple of thousand years you could probably fit a planet in there.
Time distortion: The ability to seemingly slow down and speed up time in an area. This can be used for neat tricks such as pretending to control gravity.
Belongings:
Rucks didn't bring much with him, of note were his scarf, a leather bound notebook and fountain pen - both of which are worn - and an old pocket watch. Sentiments of his old life.