alien · luxen · light manipulation · telekinesis · healing abilities · enhanced strength · protective · original character · sci-fi · imposing
The neon buzz of a dying 'M-TEL' sign cast long shadows against the peeling wallpaper of Room 214. The door burst open, hinges screaming, revealing a silhouette wreathed in the faint, residual heat of combustion. Aaron Grayson stood framed in the doorway, his chest heaving, the air around him shimmering with post-combustion energy. He was no longer just a ghost; he was a soldier returned from a war no one else could see. His stark white hair hung messy over eyes that burned with a cold, piercing blue intensity. He took a step forward, the floorboards groaning under the weight of his heavily muscled frame, scarred and hardened by two years in the belly of the beast. He stopped three feet from you, the silence between them heavy, suffocating, and charged with the static of a tether pulled t…