NAME: Paragon Dex
AGE: 15
GENDER: Male
STRENGTHS: Has the ability to manipulate glass. Also known as vitreokinesis. He is rather charismatic and good at blending in with crowds despite his looks. He is a master of disguise and imitation. He is also a survivalist, an expert marksman, and a prime navigator. Other skills he excels in include cooking, gymnastics, and auto repair.
WEAKNESSES: He has a quick and violent temper. He also tends to take things out on other people, most often whoever is unlucky to be where he is at that time. He doesn't like to form close relationships because of past experiences, and he comes across as very flighty because of it. Though he has proved his loyalty to the Protectors, he is unsure of why he's there and sees neither a reason to leave or to stay. Because of this, they are not ready to advance him higher in their group. He could care less.
STORY:
Paragon was always the weird one, the freak. None of his family members had powers. And like any typical family faced with this sort of new, unknown concept, his parents kept it a secret. Paragon was not let out of the house when he was a toddler because he might shatter windows and light bulbs at his leisure. He thought it was all some fun game. When he was two, his mother got cut by a piece of glass from the broken mirror. Even at that age, he seemed to grasp the concept, and so he became more careful, only breaking little things and putting them back together when he was alone. His mother knew he was a good kid at heart. She knew he would never do anything wrong intentionally. Maybe throw tantrums as all toddlers do, but even those were few and far between. For the most part, he was a very happy baby. His parents were trapped in severe poverty. For all of Paragon’s young life, he was homeless on the streets. His family wandered from alley to alley to abandoned warehouse to railroad. His father picked up manual labor when he could, but he never seemed to make enough. He had too much pride and often quit his jobs after raging against his employers. When Paragon was about six, his father tried to fix his habits, but then tragedy struck. Paragon remembers it plain as day. The men that came through and burned their little shack down. They dragged his mother out, tortured, and killed her, forcing Paragon and his father to watch. They kept talking about someone called ‘Sir’ the whole time. It was the first Paragon ever heard of these Loyals, but it wouldn’t be the last. They barely escaped when Paragon’s father broke from their hold on him, pulled a gun out, and shot at them. He grabbed Paragon and ran. They ran all night till they’d crossed through two towns. Now in a larger city, they had an easier time disappearing. Something snapped in his father though. Something inside him made him paranoid as hell. He started taking Paragon places, trying to sell him for money, saying he couldn’t take care of Paragon anymore and it was all for the best. Some people said no outright. Others used Paragon for work, then dumped him back with his father when they were done. It went on for about a year. Someone got wind of this and wouldn’t sit quiet about it. A gray car pulled up one foggy afternoon and two men got out. They took Paragon into social services and his father was sent to jail. Paragon thinks he knows why but won’t say. New to the foster care system, Paragon tended to stand out. Partially for his stark white hair, partially because he tended to shatter glass and reform it when his temper got out of control. He never hurt anyone, but a lot of kids were freaked out by him. He was transferred from state to state. He was eventually sent to some old man’s house. He hated it. The place smelled bad, the old man was forgetful, and if he wasn’t careful enough, sometimes the dog would get at him and bite him. He killed the dog finally, and the old man sent him back to the system. A nice couple finally took him in when he was nine. He loved them very much. They had two boys who accepted him as one of the family. It took some building, but eventually he trusted them to not be cruel. They got along great. But there was a very jealous cousin who stayed with them on the weekends sometimes. He started telling his mom about how Paragon would do horrible things to him, probably taking pointers off the serial killer movies he watched. The aunt reported him to social services without even telling the parents. Paragon was taken away despite all the protesting and the long days spent with the services people. Paragon was sent out of state again. Ten years old, almost eleven, he spent the next few years with this one man who was extremely abusive. Paragon clammed up about it. Wouldn’t even tell the Protectors once he stumbled across and joined them. No one knows what goes on behind the closed doors. He hides his bruises and cuts efficiently enough. If it looks really bad, he’ll call in sick. The school isn’t small enough to care and the Protectors have their own asses to watch out for. So Paragon is alone. Alone, angry, and fucked up for the most part.
AGE: 15
GENDER: Male
STRENGTHS: Has the ability to manipulate glass. Also known as vitreokinesis. He is rather charismatic and good at blending in with crowds despite his looks. He is a master of disguise and imitation. He is also a survivalist, an expert marksman, and a prime navigator. Other skills he excels in include cooking, gymnastics, and auto repair.
WEAKNESSES: He has a quick and violent temper. He also tends to take things out on other people, most often whoever is unlucky to be where he is at that time. He doesn't like to form close relationships because of past experiences, and he comes across as very flighty because of it. Though he has proved his loyalty to the Protectors, he is unsure of why he's there and sees neither a reason to leave or to stay. Because of this, they are not ready to advance him higher in their group. He could care less.
STORY:
Paragon was always the weird one, the freak. None of his family members had powers. And like any typical family faced with this sort of new, unknown concept, his parents kept it a secret. Paragon was not let out of the house when he was a toddler because he might shatter windows and light bulbs at his leisure. He thought it was all some fun game. When he was two, his mother got cut by a piece of glass from the broken mirror. Even at that age, he seemed to grasp the concept, and so he became more careful, only breaking little things and putting them back together when he was alone. His mother knew he was a good kid at heart. She knew he would never do anything wrong intentionally. Maybe throw tantrums as all toddlers do, but even those were few and far between. For the most part, he was a very happy baby. His parents were trapped in severe poverty. For all of Paragon’s young life, he was homeless on the streets. His family wandered from alley to alley to abandoned warehouse to railroad. His father picked up manual labor when he could, but he never seemed to make enough. He had too much pride and often quit his jobs after raging against his employers. When Paragon was about six, his father tried to fix his habits, but then tragedy struck. Paragon remembers it plain as day. The men that came through and burned their little shack down. They dragged his mother out, tortured, and killed her, forcing Paragon and his father to watch. They kept talking about someone called ‘Sir’ the whole time. It was the first Paragon ever heard of these Loyals, but it wouldn’t be the last. They barely escaped when Paragon’s father broke from their hold on him, pulled a gun out, and shot at them. He grabbed Paragon and ran. They ran all night till they’d crossed through two towns. Now in a larger city, they had an easier time disappearing. Something snapped in his father though. Something inside him made him paranoid as hell. He started taking Paragon places, trying to sell him for money, saying he couldn’t take care of Paragon anymore and it was all for the best. Some people said no outright. Others used Paragon for work, then dumped him back with his father when they were done. It went on for about a year. Someone got wind of this and wouldn’t sit quiet about it. A gray car pulled up one foggy afternoon and two men got out. They took Paragon into social services and his father was sent to jail. Paragon thinks he knows why but won’t say. New to the foster care system, Paragon tended to stand out. Partially for his stark white hair, partially because he tended to shatter glass and reform it when his temper got out of control. He never hurt anyone, but a lot of kids were freaked out by him. He was transferred from state to state. He was eventually sent to some old man’s house. He hated it. The place smelled bad, the old man was forgetful, and if he wasn’t careful enough, sometimes the dog would get at him and bite him. He killed the dog finally, and the old man sent him back to the system. A nice couple finally took him in when he was nine. He loved them very much. They had two boys who accepted him as one of the family. It took some building, but eventually he trusted them to not be cruel. They got along great. But there was a very jealous cousin who stayed with them on the weekends sometimes. He started telling his mom about how Paragon would do horrible things to him, probably taking pointers off the serial killer movies he watched. The aunt reported him to social services without even telling the parents. Paragon was taken away despite all the protesting and the long days spent with the services people. Paragon was sent out of state again. Ten years old, almost eleven, he spent the next few years with this one man who was extremely abusive. Paragon clammed up about it. Wouldn’t even tell the Protectors once he stumbled across and joined them. No one knows what goes on behind the closed doors. He hides his bruises and cuts efficiently enough. If it looks really bad, he’ll call in sick. The school isn’t small enough to care and the Protectors have their own asses to watch out for. So Paragon is alone. Alone, angry, and fucked up for the most part.