Alias: Zail
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Physical-
Hair: White
Eyes: White
Height: 5" 11"
Build: Heavy/muscular
Unique characteristics: None
Skills/superpowers: Zail can master the element of light. Other than the 'Superman laser vision,' he can shoot lasers from his fingers and even [with some effort] create holograms and bursts of energy. He can also fly.
Short History: Joey's father was a widower and a professor at a top secret lab. He often visited his father during lunch. One day, spies from another country broke into the lab, trying to steal a new missile which was in the process of being invented.
When the good professor refused, they shot him, mortally wounding him.
Joey, having been taught what to do, had already flipped the switch to have the missile destroyed.
The leader of the spies grabbed another experimental weapon by breaking it out of the enclosed glass. That weapon had been 'mothballed' due to its uselessness in war and deadliness in close range.
Joey was unable to escape the man's light-blast, and he crumpled to the floor.
The invaders, assuming him dead, left and took their new little gun with them.
The professor pulled himself to the side of his boy and discovered, to his amazement, that he was alive, though the blast had destroyed the pigment in his hair and eyes. Joey awoke and his father to told him all the secrets of the lab. Then the professor passed away.
The weapon had given him power over light, apparently it was supposed to scramble the DNA and kill, but instead it only altered it slightly. Joey spent the rest of the month memorizing the technical layouts of everything there, and then destroyed it. Unable to be seen in public again, Joey, now called Zail, wandered around with a cloak covering his face, looking only to help those in need and bring justice to the guilty.
Past Story: Zail wandered down the long, paved road. It was surprising that this stretch of desert still existed, since the leading scientists could now make it as fertile as any of the richest soils.
Apparently it was a reserve of some sort, for the desert animals.
Zail was greatful now that his hair was so white, yet even with his hood down he could feel the oppressive heat cascading down his neck, making him sweat. He glanced up, then looked to his right and left. No one was around, or at least, no one seemed to be. He took two quick steps forward and was soon soaring in the air.
The wind higher up was far cooler and he closed his eyes, enjoying the break from his long trek.
The joy was short-lived when he caught sight of the smudge approaching in the distance. He landed and drew his hood up. Then, standing by the road, he lifted his hand and pointed with his thumb in the way he wanted to go.
The truck pulled to a stop and an overweight lady pushed open the old and rusted door.
"Get on in, kid! You'll fry like un egg in er fi'er out in dat dar desert!" she yelled.
"Thank you," Zail said as he slipped in next to her, shutting the door.
She handed him a water bottle with what looked like dirt along its rim.
"Thiarsty?" She asked.
Zail shook his head, "Eh...no, but thank you."
She started the truck back up and soon they were zooming along. "Suit yerself. So where yew headed, kid?"
He shrugged. "Wherever I am destined to go, I will go."
She laughed. "Now if that aien't a hoot!"
They drove on, ever closer to the looming city.