Name: John Collins

Age: 16

Birthplace: Maldon, Essex, England.

Current understanding of gift: Astral plane phasing

History:

Born to Emma and Phil Collins, She was a housekeeper for the local manor and he a driver. They'd met in the service of the lords of the manor, even growing old with each other. The boy they had however sadly did not grow up knowing either of them, as after he had been born his mother and father had passed away. Handed over to his mother's sister, he grew up still very much in the shadow of the Braddock manor. Never blaming them truly for his parents passing, but never dared go there even on visits fearing he might learn to hate them.

Growing up with his aunt alone, she being a single woman but she did her best and he never really went without. His aunt never truly told him about his real parents but she never lied, he knew he was adopted by her from her sister and he was grateful. Life was good, school, social nothing was too bad for him. Taking part in the local cricket, rugby and football teams as the seasons past kept him active and very much active with his fellow students at the academy his aunt had saved to be able to send him to. Academically he wasn't a massive stand out, which was some what an annoyance for his aunt. She'd always pushed him to excel and one day go to university.

Summers as with any boy growing up were the best, being able to hang out with his friends and cause trouble where ever they went. Gary, Andy, Steve, Peter, and Oliver, such wonderful bond he had with these mates. The only trouble they had once was when some of the boys got of that age and had started fighting over poor Oliver's sister. She'd never dated any of them, but that didn't stop the plonkers fighting over her affections.

Awakening:

After a night out with the lads he found himself in the astral plane, floating and hearing people's voices from odd lights. An accident in a night club lead to his having to use his new found gift to escape only to find himself kidnapped by what he previously thought was a nice looking lass. Sinister, the man liked to talk about schemes and plans. Apparently John was the product of one such plan, but with some tricky escaping and the eventual rescue from MI-13 John was free and off to his new life.

Fifteen Years pass

Having kept his promise to keep MI13 as informed as was comfortable or relevant, when he came of age he applied. His powers and education getting much further than when he'd joined the mansion and found all the new family/friend they made there. Keeping his person stuff still to himself, even with co-workers for one super natural thing or another would have figured him out but there was a comfortable understanding that work and private lives would be kept at that. Well except if they went out for a drink.

John had kept up his practicing with Dr Strange, and with the limited understanding of that world and his active part in the mutant one allowed him to fit rather well in MI13. Rising through the ranks to be comfortable enough in the suit he would now have to wear compared to the old uniforms of his time with the team of mutant heroics.

Giving his family connections to other members of MI13 the feelings he'd allowed to boil for year had to come to a result. Through the work and his own personal growth he'd come to accept it wasn't their fault. Not really. Everyone had done what was right and even if it pained him what was done was done.