Zone

[Ryan Rushing]

Ryan Tyler Rushing

Mutant Name: Zone

Age: 21

Height: 5’11”

Eye Color: Brown

Physical Appearance:

• Well-Built
  
• Bad Posture but not horrendous
  
• Casual Dresser
  

Celebrity Face Claim: Paolo Nutini

Strengths:

• Great Listener
  
• Strong enough to defend himself in fights (though those rarely happen)
  
• Smart; especially in math
  
• Goal-Oriented; Level-headed
  

Weaknesses:

• Even though he is a great listener, he’s very stubborn
  
• Into girls he can’t have or are taken
  
• Always Hungry
  
• Doesn’t speak his mind if he thinks it’ll cause conflict
  

Random Abilities:

• Used to play soccer; can and will kick anyone’s butt in that sport
  
• Knows every square root up to the 200th and cubed root up to the 100th
  
• Can recite most Dr. Seuss books (and he’s proud)
  
• Can touch his toes
  
• Photographic memory
  
• Can read kanji
  

Mutation: Ryan, or Zone, has the ability to calm any given situation. It’s not something he can control or even knew about until he was captured. He just knew he always calmed down tense encounters. Down side, he absorbs everyone’s negative emotions, leaving him angry after such situations and needing to get away to somehow cleanse himself of the emotions. Also, when fights are really in the thick of things, Ryan can only absorb a bit and then he ends up getting involved because it isn’t dissolved.

History:
Ryan was born into a normal family. All humans, except him. He had two parents who always fought and three older brothers that acted out the stereotype of their kind; ragging on the little ones. However, Ryan kept the family together with his unknown power of Cyclone. Ryan grew to be a little dysfunctional however because of all the tension he encountered from home. His parents didn’t know what to do but Ryan’s father, a strong believer in sports, sent him to soccer camp and Ryan seemed to get better. That was around the age of eight.

When he returned home, Ryan just had to leave the house to go to the park after a long fight he diffused. No one really realized where the source of calm was coming from, just that things always seemed to be better when Ryan was around. When trouble at school would start and Ryan absorbed more tension, math became a new get-away since he couldn’t leave class to play soccer. At school though, his talent for calming didn’t go unnoticed. When he was thirteen, he was tagged. An eye was kept on him, since they didn’t really know what he could do.

When he entered high school, Ryan became your typical teenager. He fell for girls out of his league even when he was the star of the soccer team. It was after a particular fight on the field that Ryan had settled when they decided it was time to take him in. They had pinned his mutation, even named it after the calm center of a storm and went after him when he was fifteen.

Report of Mutant Capture: Ryan swung his gym bag over his shoulder, not bothering to change out of his soccer uniform. Currently, he wanted nothing more than to kick the goalie in the mouth and punch his coach in the gut but those feelings really didn’t belong to him and he didn’t want to give into them. He exited the locker room quickly. A tremor passed through his body as the feelings slowly left him when he began to multiply, keeping his mind busy. He didn’t notice the black, shifting shapes.

He made his way to the team bus. He hoped his negative desires would be out of his system before the rest of the team arrived. He didn’t want to start a bus brawl. He leaned against the cool, yellow metal and made his way through the 21st time table. His eyes slipped closed and the guards surrounded him. Their hate filled his mind and made him cough. His eyes opened and he dropped his bag to the ground and lifted his hands in front of him.

“Hey guys, no need for the hostility, eh?” He smiled easily. One man stepped forward and Ryan went to duck under the bus but a hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back. He jumped to his feet, going for a punch on the nearest guard. Multiple hands, six in fact, pulled him, stilling his violent throws. One black shape stepped forward and Ryan knew they were staring into his eyes behind the thick, black plastic. He closed his eyelids and the was dragged forward to an armed van.

[Mara Ackart]