Shard, Dylan (OC)

The Player
Player Name: Clark
Gender: Male
How did you find us: Been playing four canons already...
Other characters:Sebastian Shaw, Havok, Icarus, Nightcrawler

Character Information



Matt Dallas

Statistics
Character Name: Dylan Shard
Code Name: Seraphim
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 93 lbs
Age: 14 years old

Personal File

Dress Style:He often wears tee shirts (sporting some band or another) and blue jeans. When in costume, however, he tends to prefer something a bit more... outlandish. Silvers and golds making up the entirety of his costume, the helmet having flared wings on either side of the dome, and a visor that covers his entire face to prevent identification.

Personality: Dylan is a bit enthusiastic, always ready to go... a horrific flirt, and a bit brash and bold at times. He's always eager to help out people, especially when it gets him the attention he feels he deserves.

Likes: Computers, Gadgets, The ladies, soaring through the air, and his powers

Dislikes: His handicap, losing his powers, being looked down upon for being a mutant, rust, Stefan Shard

History:

Dylan Shard was the second born in a loving family. Not the richest, not the poorest, he was never found wanting at least. His best friend was his older brother, Stefan. They used to do everything together, except for school, it was hard to attend the same school as his brother, due to the ten year age difference.

That however, did not dissuade Dylan... he threw himself into his academics, working hard to catch up to his brother. Even managing to skip at least two grades so that by the age of 10 he was in the sixth grade. Still determined, he'd continue until that Christmas. Stefan was already in college to become a technical engineer, and Dylan intended to follow in his footsteps.

Stefan had returned home to be with his family for the holidays, the Shard family picking him up at the airport. On the ride home, disaster struck. The road was slick with ice, and the truck ahead couldn't stop in time. Dylan let out a primal scream, and threw his arms up, Stefan placing an arm across his chest to shield him. A purple light engulfed them... and Dylan fell unconscious.

When he awoke, he learned of the tragic news. His parents were dead... and he may never walk again. When he asked about Stefan, he learned he was not only alive, but didn't even have a scratch on him. Taking Dylan in, Stefan tried to figure out how he had suffered no injuries, where his brother was paralyzed from the waist down, and his parents were killed. All he could recall was the purple light.

Dylan was confined to a wheel chair, a constant reminder... going into home schooling. He began working on some side projects, his brother bringing home material for him to work on. He constantly underwent repairs to his wheelchair. Refusing to break down and get a new one. That was, until, he tried to take it down a flight of stairs. The chair listed, and he tumbled... when he hit the ground at the bottom... it was on his feet. A purple light engulfing him... rigid wings extended from his back...

Stefan could only stare at him... before he began accusing him of being a mutant... a freak... how he let their parents die. Stefan attacked Dylan, forcing him to flee... Through a wall...

Alone and unsure as to what to do, he wandered into the city, avoiding people, since he found he could only walk with his fields active. He had to will each foot forward... And then came the headaches... then the nose bleed... He was unsure what caused it... until he fell unconscious.
He awoke, without his fields active, and a throbbing headache... he found one weakness... he couldn't sustain his fields indefinately... And he'd need a new chair... Working out of dumpsters and debris found on the street, he was able to make a makeshift apparatus... that was nothing more, really, then a garage roller, for getting under cars. He knew he'd need to do more later, but it'd do for now.

He slept on the street when able, usually in the alleys and secret hiding places cut off from the rest of the world. Places police would never, willingly, go. One night, he overheard a scream... a plea for help. He's not sure what drove him to do what he did... but he came to the woman's rescue. There were five men... they were armed... The man with the gun shot him, the bullets bouncing off his field... his punch sending another man flying... and when the man with the pipe took a swing at him... he raised up his arm... and a blade made from the same, purple field, emerged, slicing through the metal like it was butter. The remaining men who were awake fled...

Dylan found he needed to as well, making sure the woman was safe, he went back into hiding. Days later, he heard on the news, playing from an electronic store's window display, that the woman thought an angel had saved her... a real Seraphim.

Dylan took that to heart, and made himself the costume he now wears... taking the code name Seraphim. He enjoys life as a vigilante, helping people... unknowing that there may be others seeking him out.

Mutant File

Mutant Powers:
Force fields: Dylan's mind can produce powerful force fields that cover his entire body. Making him impervious to most forms of trauma... however, despite a tank blast being unable to kill him with a single shot... it would still send him sailing from the impact. They can also prevent his powers from being drained when active (ie. Rogue, Leech), however, he can be sensed easier that way. When his fields are not active, they cover his entire mind, shielding him from telepathic intrusions, even masking his presence to telepaths.

Field manipulation: Dylan can create rigid wings on his back... not capable of actual flight, he can, however, glide. Likewise, he's able to create a blade of force energy, capable of cutting through most known material. Unknown if it'd work on something as dense and strong as adamantium. He can also manipulate existing force fields, however, he needs tactile contact. He can harden the field, making it stronger, weaken it to allow objects through, or control it's shape in this manner.

Strength: Dylan's fields allow him a greater strength when they are active. With them up he can lift objects slightly greater than ten times his own weight (up to 1000 lbs), able to pierce concrete with his fingertips (useful for climbing high enough to allow for gliding), or lift vehicles off of innocent civilians. However, the larger the object, the greater the strain, the greater the strain, the smaller the time he can have his fields active.
Skills:
Computers: Dylan is a talented progammer, and technician, able to hack and repair all but the most advanced (and possibly alien) systems.

Tinkerer: Dylan is gifted with the ability of creation. If something unique is needed to be made, or something advanced needing repair, he's the guy to go to.

Weaknesses:
Mental Strain: Dylan cannot maintain his fields for more than six hours. If he tries, he'll begin to get headaches... followed by a nose bleed, and then he will be rendered unconsious, his fields deactivating immediately after. Likewise, too much damage to his fields, can result in the time being lessened. Small caliber bullets, perhaps taking off a fraction of a second per impact... a tank blast, possibly shaving off five hours.

Control: Dylan is aware that he can shield others with his force fields, just unsure as to how. It would take a great deal of strain on his part. An act of desperation and pure emotional distress to get the fields up, followed by immediate unconsiousness within moments of it being up. Protecting those he wished to protect from one attack, before he's rendered unconsious... or dead, since he'd be unshielded...

Handicap: Dylan cannot walk without his force fields, confined to a chair... he must focus in order to get his legs to move when his fields are active, as though the fields are what moves, his legs only doing so by proxy. Without his fields, he has the weaknesses of a normal boy his age, physically fit upper body, his legs thin and sickly from atrophy. His immune system is standard, healing processes the same as a regular human. However, he cannot feel his legs, therefore if his legs are injured, he could not know it unless he sees it. Which can be lethal.

Family: Diana Shard (mother, deceased), Caine Shard (father, deceased), Stefan Shard (brother)

Anything else of note: Stefan is a robotics engineer, currently working on the INCUBUS project. What that entails is unknown, other than it could be bad for mutants everywhere...