About Me
At a young age, I was diagnosed with a blood disease known as Idiopathic Thrombocytopenic Purpura, or ITP for short. It basically meant that I was susceptible to (potentially fatal) bodily attacks, even if they were extremely minor, such as a poke of some sort. That might not seem like much of a problem, except for one thing; As a young child, I was picked on. Frequently. I was kicked, punched, shoved, and everything else bullies would do, and not only was I too weak at the time to do anything about it, but even the slightest jab left a bruise on my body, due to the ITP. So, from a very young age, I was forced to use my mind to deal with problems.After I went to the hospital for massive bruising, it was then I learned that I had ITP. The most common cure for ITP, apparently, is steroids, which in ordinary humans would build muscle. However, I was a child at the time, and a video gamer to boot; since I obviously didn't use the steroids to my advantage, what would've been muscle in a normal human became fat in me. However, while my body weight increased, I've always felt phenominal on the inside.And of course, me being a little fat kid didn't help the bullying issue either, especially after they learned that I couldn't take attacks without nearly dying (to which I did nearly die in the hospital from a low blood platelet count). The thing is, I would never hit them back, no matter how much they attacked me or tried to scare me. Thus, with my ITP being cured from the steroids, I had nothing to lose when it came to being picked on. I psyched them all out; I absorbed their attacks and provocations, almost as if I was invincible. My invulnerability to their intimidation not only scared them off, but also made a name for myself around the playground. With my inner strength and belief in myself, nothing could stop me.Skip ahead several years... My real father abandoned me at a very young age. It was at that time I realized, I had to rely on my inner strength to get me through, because as far as father figures went, I had no one to look up to for the rest of my childhood, except for my grandfather. He was there to teach me about self-reliability. He once said something very wise that had carried me through my entire life: "You can't achieve success if you fear failure, and there is no success without the risk of failure." This lesson has allowed me to, almost uncaringly, travel through life, unafraid of what the future holds.One day, I was ill in bed, and my mother wasn't home to tend to me. I wished I had a glass of water very badly, as my consistant vomiting left me dehydrated, but I was too weak to obtain one physically. As I had lain in bed, willing for some water, a glass hovered beside me. Unknowingly, I said, "Thank you" and took the glass, taking a large drink... and promptly spitting the water back out, throwing the glass across the room, and leaping out of bed in an adrenaline rushed fury to get away. What had happened? I looked around the room, seeing no one. Slowly, I sat back upon my bed, and examined the shattered glass across the room on the floor.I began thinking for a moment about how much trouble I would be in if my mother found that I had destroyed one of her crystaline glasses. And in the same instant, the glass shards began to rise, and form back together into the original shape the glass was in. Oddly enough, I wasn't frightened this time... I was amazed. I knew what was happening. I let the glass shards fall back onto the floor, because I had developed a headache quickly from nowhere. So, I went to get another glass of water, this time, physically.As I grew further into adulthood, I began to master this craft, being able to manipulate things and people around me, not only without them realizing it, but occasionally without myself realizing it. As this power grew, I experimented with what I could and couldn't manipulate; heavier objects became commonplace, and I even toyed with the principles of light. Eventually, through many failed relationships (due to being a fat guy), I began to try my hand at mind tricks, to convince females to love me. That was a silly concept... or was it? It was apparent that I had some control over the emotional factors in people's minds, and as life went on, I've defended myself from people with my emotion manipulation, from common street thieves, up to angry farmers shooting at me because I had trespassed on their land for whatever reason. I am yet to test my full potential when it comes to these powers... And, as a side note, I decided not to use my Emotion Control on women for love. I'm above that.As of recently, I became interested on the blood disease that seemed to turn my life around in a way I've now grown accustomed to (even though no one else knows about my powers, as I try to keep them as secret as I can). I recently requested the sheet to which revealed my diagnosis of ITP, and the treatments given to me to cure it. The sheet, oddly enough, read "Steroids" with a blurred out number, and something referred to as "Substance", also with a blurry number. "Substance?" What is this?Could this "Substance" be what has given me these powers? And was it the doctors that gave me this "Substance", or did it come from an outside source? What did they see in me?Everyday as a Superhero, I fight crime doing what others cannot do, as I as a young child did not do: stand up for themselves. I don't want people to grow up like I did, feeling helpless and unwanted. In between fighting crime, I promote the powers of inner strength and independence. I am the people's replacement. I am their subordinate. I am... Surrogate.
