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xxxxxFewer places are as middle of nowhere as Iowa, but even the middle of nowhere is a harsh place when you aren't athletic, handsome, or socially adept. Faelan fell into the category of being social pariah since he was young, being smaller and more clumsy than the wide variety of corn fed farm boys that he went to school with, and he wasn't the best or brightest at anything. As the years went by, it just led to him being the one picked on, and he just tended to hide in the back of class and did his best to be left alone.
Puberty just made things worse, as on top of the social awkwardness and in general shyness, hormones raged and ravaged the minds and bodies of the children, as well as awakened
things within them that they had previously never discovered about themselves. This led to Faelan receiving yet worse than before, as shunning and mockery extended into physical violence and he visited the nurses office and had more bruises and black eyes than he could ever hope for, until his every day at school was miserable, as whatever his parents and teachers did, the matters never changed. One day when he was receiving his weekly beating, his fear and suffering surged through him and his dormant x gene finally awoke, unleashing its power upon his tormentors.
When he finally came out of his crying enough to realize that his tormentors were gone, he couldn't quite figure what had happened. He hadn't heard them go away, and they hadn't been chased off by anything. They were just gone, though he figured it was possible that he just hadn't noticed. The next days when he had gone back to classes, they still had been missing. It wasn't till the end of the week that word had been heard of any of them, and after phone calls had come in from around the world, angry parents had come to his home banging at the door with pitchforks and torches to get the mutie!
His own parents were afraid of him, and as they pushed their middle school child out the door into the waiting arms of the mob, his untrained powers kicked into overdrive, the house disappearing, various mob members ceasing to be there as torches fell, and finally as it became too much, he simply was gone.
Faelan woke up in a city he didn't know, with people he couldn't understand. He couldn't have told the difference between Zimbabwe and Timbuktu, and the more he was scared, the faster he kept blinking through the world until he was too exhausted, both mentally and physically, to go anywhere else. Sitting in some forest, under a night sky he sat crying and alone, as a voice filled his mind, promising comfort and care. The calming presence kept his mind from feeling the terror as a jet he couldn't recognize hovered overhead and odd looking people in weird outfits descended via ropes to recover him.
The Xavier Institute was as well protected and as calming of a place as his fragile mind could ask for, as he received the therapy that he would need to make up for years of problems his life had provided him. Yet it also gave him the education that powers like his would force upon him whether he wanted it or not. Geography, navigation, astronomy and survival skills were prioritized for him, as he would need them if his powers triggered on himself. After years of training there, he still avoided time in the danger room as much as he could, his instructors concerned about where he, other students, or their equipment might end up under stress events. He could be a danger to himself or others after all, and it was slow going in making progress controlling it. Still he couldn't ask for a better place to be, and he probably wouldn't even be alive today without the training he’s received. Now if only some day he will cease to be failing or lost, then he may be a valuable member of the team, and not just a danger.
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xxxxxTeleportation of self, objects, others. Unfortunately, he has no control over the final location of the teleported subjects, whether it it himself or others. The stronger the emotion he is feeling at the time tends to cause the subject to be sent further away. When calm, he can at least keep things in the same city block. When terrified, it could be anywhere in the same hemisphere. The target must be within a yard to be be teleported, and he must be able to see it clearly, so invisible or super fast objects cannot be teleported. In rapid succession, he has been able to jump up to seven times before he simply can go no further, but with rest the ability recovers. However, it seems as much drawn from emotional state as physical state, as any jump longer than a mile seems to be fueled by adrenaline. In general though, a longer jump is more tiring than a short one. The most difficult part of a teleport seems to be in keeping a group together, as after jumping eight people from the danger room and landing them safely in a plot of grass about a mile away he passed out. Scattering the group however seems no more strenuous than a normal jump. The largest thing teleported thus far was a semi truck that was about to run him over after another port landed him in the middle of a highway. He cannot teleport parts of items, and he cannot teleport things into other objects, so any landing site has enough room to physically fit the entire item. Inertia does not seem to continue, as a teleported object does not continue with its original motion.
Total Invisibility of himself, other objects or individuals. He cannot see the things he has made invisible, but he can at least return something he's made disapear with concentration, but only if he can physically touch it. Target must be within a yard to be made invisible, and again he must be able to see it clearly. It seems to be a field that covers the object more than turning the object itself individual, as turning a blanket invisible hides what it is covering, and an invisible person's lunch is not shown. The largest item he was every able to turn invisible was a rancher, but he usually does not make things larger than a car disapear. Smaller objects will only remain invisible up to a day, but he cannot keep a very large object invisible for more than a minute. The invisibility has trended towards numbers of objects more than size of them though, as a dozen golfballs led to the same migraine as a dozen watermelons, and he has to reabsorb the energy or let it dissipate before he can do any more.
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