Gamer, Comedian, Insecure Attention SeekerPOWER THEME:
Super Speed, his top speed is unknown to himself due to his general easy going nature and lack of interest. But so far he has reached40mph by pure accident. His top speed however is on the upside of 500mph.
Enhanced Durability: Allows his body to physically withstand the force of his super human running, offers next to no resistance to injury.
Enhanced Reflexes: Allows him to maneuver at high speeds without splatting himself against walls and more or less move as naturally at high speed as others do normally.
Enhanced Healing: Allows Dalton to heal from cuts in days rather than weeks and broken bones in weeks rather than months. Will not regenerate organs or heal mortal wounds.FLAWS:
Glass Canon=Dalton is not fast enough to outrun bullets and as such can be killed by a stray bullet should he get careless. Likewise he can be ambushed and killed before being given a chance to harness his speed if taken off guard.
Fuel to Run=Dalton needs to consume at least three times the recommended calorie intake to remain healthy and safely use his abilities. It is difficult for him to perform around 4,000 calories and at 2,000 he is starving and will be useless.
Out of Shape=Dalton is not physically fit and will need to train to unlock and maintain his highest potential.BIO:
Dalton was born in a small cow town in Georgia. He doesn't remember much from that time, that being said he does recall his mother telling him he was much happier back then, of course, who isn't happy at five? It was not long after Dalton started school that debt forced his father to close the farm and they moved to New York. Dalton tried to adjust, but his accent marked him as different and his newly impoverished position made it impossible for Dalton to 'keep up' with the other kids. Throughout middle school, Dalton dealt with some light bullying due to his awkward frame, deep southern accent and obvious hand me down clothes. He did manage to make a couple friends, Holly and Trevor but into high school Freshman year, Trevor moved to Japan with his military family and Holly was accepted to a prestigious musical school in Philadelphia.
Despite his problems fitting in early on in elementary and middle school. By his sophomore year of high school Dalton was actually making progress in establishing himself socially. With a colorful sense of humor and tendency to draw attention to himself with joking outbursts or even local talent shows where he performed as a talented magician and comedian. Dalton was actually quite well known by many by his junior year. However, the death of his father and the failing health of his mother placed great pressure on the teenager. By the time he was in his senior year, when Dalton wasn't goofing off in school as if the world didn't seem to weigh on him. He worked as a magician for kids parties part time as well as perform in the local amateur comedy and talent club, the 'Laughing Hat' for money to help his home get by as well pay for his mother's medical bills,
When the chance to get away from the stress at the Ski Resort in Colorado opened up, he jumped at it despite hating snow. It was just a chance to unwind. Not to mention ask his crush out, someone he felt rather confident with. But he didn't get the chance,on the second day a freak earthquake hit and cut him short. Bummed he shut himself in upstairs for the rest of the day playing his obsolete Dreamcast, his prized possession.
But after the trip life seemed to return to normal as he continued his schedule of cracking jokes, sliding by in school, performing at school and local events and taking care of his mother.
But little does he know his life is about to change forever.WRITING PROMPT #3: ZING! ZING! ZING! ZING!
Just five more minutes, I am almost up. Slapping my arm around randomly as I attacked the snooze button I attempted to do just as the snooze button described. And sleep just a little longer. I know the first day of school after that Colorado trip is today, but I just need a few...more...minutes. After another five minutes the hideous alarm went off again, and this time I crawled myself out of bed yawning like a bear from hibernation. My room was literally covered in various collections. I had shelves of comics, cases of movies and boxes of games. My walls covered in a patchwork of posters from game and movie titles and comic characters. Still half asleep and rubbing my eyes I nearly tripped over a Sega Genesis controller which I still keep hooked up with a Sega CD and 32x and Sonic CD. Sometimes they really don't make em like they used to. Passing by a picture of the freckled face and glasses equiped Holly which lay on my nightstand on the way to the restroom, it was the one just before she left to Philadelphia.
The whole morning ritual took roughly fifteen minutes, five minutes longer than it should have considering I shower before bed not after waking. And sure enough, as I hobbled out of my apartment building...the bus was leaving me behind. Normally I would just get a ride to school but my dad is out of town and my mom has already left. Besides, there is a red light just up the street, and I am sure I can catch the driver's attention there. Blazing after the bus I wave my hands wildly and shout in every attempt to garner some attention. I managed to get a few of the students in the back to look at me, but from the look of amusement I was certain they were not telling the driver. Just as I was close enough to almost touch the bus, the light goes green and it takes off. And as it starts to get further and further away, I begin to realize that I am not Usain Bolt.
I don't really know what happened next, but I was rather embarrassed and frustrated. However that doesn't explain how I shot forth with speed approaching that of a dragster race car and straight into a dumpster in an alley way. Besides scarimg the hell out of some commuters, I spent the whole trip walking to school smelling like half eaten pizza from the night before trying to piece together what the hell happened. You see, doing something out of reflex or instinct can be a problem when you try to replicate what you did. Namely because you had no idea what the hell you did in the first place. Finally, reaching the school I paused on the front green and sighed. Knowing that I am going to start my first day back smelly, late and confused as hell.Hope this makes the cut, I wrote this up after working all night and used a Wii U gamepad. I think it's one of my best applications recently If that is not too bold a claim.