Rohan O'Nooley

[Rohan]

Rohan Jack O’Nooley

Mutant Name/ Alibi: Jack White

Age: 20

Height:5.10

Eye Color: Grey-blue

Physical Appearance: Dark-haired and light-eyed, Rohan’s Irish roots show in the freckles that are evident when his skin is pale. He has a narrow jaw and a childish smirk, but he carries himself like most little boys who want to seem older than they are.

Rohan spend most of his younger years as a gymnast with his sisters, so his posture is good and his body has the almost-invisible muscles of the habitually lithe. He dresses in ratty jeans and as many layers of shirts as the weather will permit. He wears a pair of white Air Jordans, and his hair is long enough to make it obvious when he hasn’t brushed his hair.

Celebrity Face Claim: Nicholas Hoult

Strengths:

• Optimistically cynical
  
• Smirk
  
• High resistance to pain
  
• Quick reflexes
  
• Characteristically eager (for anything)

Weaknesses:

• Habitually slow movement
  
• Must have access to all parts to reform (see mutation)
  
• Physically weak
  
• Emotionally unstable
  
• Arthritic pain in joints
  
• Highly susceptible to fire

Random Abilities:

• Juggling
  
• Gymnastics
  
• Cuts hair (well)
  
• Does the Wookie roar velly well
  
• Computer hacking/programming
  
• Can read people well
  

Mutation: Self-detonation
Rohan was two years old when they first found that he could blow himself up. His older sister had stolen his toy and wouldn’t give it back, his crying got louder and his skin went red, and then the explosion rocked the house. It was a good thing his sister had gone out to the hallway.

Rohan’s entire body is exceptionally flammable—to the extent that his cells will not only burst into flame, but will actually explode in an outward rupture of fire. Even his sweat is like gasoline when thrown on a fire, and his urine . . . well, I’m sure you can guess. His joints are a biological impossibility; the matter that makes up the ends of his bones is basically tinder and flint, and

As Rohan gets older, he is getting better at controlling the intensity of the friction when he moves, but he’s also getting better at increasing the range of ground his explosions can affect.

He can control individual joints to explode only certain parts of his body, and when he is concentrating he can direct the explosions so that they don’t (literally) blow up in his face.

If a non-essential part of his body is exploded, Rohan’s body goes unusually pale while it is reforming as the majority of his body heat and energy goes into reaffixing the cells that detached.

Though the amount of time it takes him to reform depends on how much of him was blown up, a full-body explosion demands at least 8 hours for his body to reform, and when any of his essential internal organs or neurological parts are involved, he reforms in a coma in as safe a location as his subconscious can find that lasts another 4+ hours.

He tries to avoid doing that.

History:Rohan’s the only boy in a family of five children; he would have grown up a complete brat if his three little sisters weren’t such wusses. He spent so much time defending them from bullies and anything that might have hurt them that he never had the chance to be self-pitying.

Until he got taken to Freakopolis, that is.

He kept his powers under wraps, so well that even his two youngest sisters didn’t know he could blow himself up until he did so when he fell off the high bars and broke an arm during a gymnastics tournament when he was fifteen.

The reporters found his family before the men in black armor did, so Rohan ran away from home to try to keep his parents safe. He lived on the streets of New York, using what tricks and trades he could learn to keep himself fed. He juggled flaming sticks, gave three-dollar haircuts outside of Great Clips, fixed crashed laptops for college kids, and learned how to read people well enough to know who to approach with an empty cup.

At seventeen, the men in black caught up with him. He’s been in Freakopolis since, trying to make the best of a sucky situation and working up the nerve to stop dreaming of a happy future and to do a little work towards attaining one.

Report of Mutant Capture: He smelled them before they were close enough to hear, but he kept his eyes closed. Maybe they weren’t here for him this time. It’d happened before, and his skin still prickled at the memory of the pretty girl’s muffled screams as they hauled her away. He’d never even asked for her name.

The footsteps stopped. They weren’t making an effort to stay quiet, but they moved like ninjas anyway, stopping in the doorway of the abandoned building to check for booby traps or something before they stepped onto the normally creaky floor.

Rohan’s hands clenched into fists inside the pouch of his hoodie, and he clenched his teeth tightly to keep from shivering. It was his turn, he knew it. He’d dodged ‘em for two years, he thought he’d gotten away. Never mind the crap on TV; they couldn’t possibly get everyone who was a little weird.

Then again, they didn’t need to. They could let the girls who made unicorns shoot out of people’s butts run around free—at least until those girls realized that unicorns had sharp things on their foreheads that could do muchos damage to someone’s colon.

Until they became a threat.

I’m not dangerous, guys, he beamed their way. But he knew he wasn’t telepathic. He was a one-trick horse when it came to self-defense, and Rohan didn’t even open his eyes to see how many of them there were. He let one hand touch his collar, and then he braced himself and flinched—

And nothing happened.

Frog balls, he had time to think, and then another hand landed on his other shoulder, and there was a prick at the back of his neck before the darkness of his eyelids became the darkness of an unnatural sleep.

[Sulley]

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