Grayson Ruger

[Grayson Ruger]

NAME: Grayson Nicholas Ruger
NICKNAME: He normally introduces himself as Gray
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
POSITION: Student
FACE CLAIM: Dylan Sprouse

POWER:

Healing Aura

Grayson has the power to project a healing aura to heal organic beings around him. It is a constant effect that cannot be turned off, unfortunately for him. The power, at the moment, is only able to heal minor injuries but Gray is hoping by learning how to use his power he will be able to help more people and ultimately be able to turn off his power. His power is basically a leech. It takes his life energy and disperses it out within a twenty foot radius of himself. Grayson has learned that if he concentrates on healing on particular person then his power will only affect them. Though once he has healed the person he focused on the aura goes back to reaching out for a being to heal.

Limitations
The aura is only able to heal minor wounds; cuts, scrapes, bruises, etc. He's not able to heal anyone suffering from a major injury such as a head wound, heart attack, or stroke.

Grayson's power only works on other people, his power affects him none. He heals normally.

He cannot heal a mass number of people. His power will only work on three people at the moment. Once it starts working on those three it will not reach for any others.

Side-Effects

Grayson's power uses his own life energy, meaning that every time his power is used on someone it shortens his own life span. Luckily enough for him, the cuts and bruises that his power can heal only take seconds off his life. He worries that as his power grows and becomes stronger and able to heal more it will drain more from him. Seconds turning into minutes and minutes into hours and finally hours into days. He isn't quite sure how far into the future he will have to wait for that to happen.

The boy's power cannot be turned off. It is constantly active, meaning that his power is always draining him. Grayson walks around constantly fatigued from the constant pull of his power. It drains his energy level, sometimes draining him to the point of fainting.

On top of the fatigue, Grayson's powers cause him to suffer from vertigo. At any given moment he could become incredibly dizzy. The sensation causes nausea, distorted balance, intense migraines, and panic attacks.

"Hello to whoever is reading this! My name is Grayson Ruger and I'm a mutant, but I'm sure you already knew that. I'm assuming you'd like to learn a little more about me, hence why I'm having to write this. I guess I should start at the beginning, right?

Me and my brother where born, we're twins. That's the start right there haha. But yeah, we were born on August 7th 1997. Our mom and dad were awesome, at least what I can remember of them. Charlie, my brother, says he remembers them vividly but I don't know if he's actually telling the truth or just wants to believe it.

When we were six our parents died in a car wreck. It's sad I guess, like I said, I don't really remember them all that much. It's kind of hazy to be honest. I know what the look like obviously, we have pictures of them. I just don't remember their personalities or what the sounded like. Charlie took it a lot harder than I did and he still does. He's constantly mad at me for not...caring.

It's sad, I get it, but it's not like we had a bad life! We grew up with our grandparents. They're two of the most loving people I've ever met. They've been there for us and cared for us ever since we lost our parents. Plus we were never really hurting for money because of the life insurance our parents had on themselves. I'll just say that we're seventeen now and the money still hasn't run out.

Oh, another big thing. I'm mute. It's not that I cant talk, it's just that's it's incredibly difficult for me to do it and I just chose not to. I was born with adductor spasmodic dysphonia, which is a really long name. It basically means that I have sudden involuntary muscle movements or spasms that cause my vocal cords to slam together and stiffen. I can talk but it's really hard for me to start my words and a lot of the time they're cut off because of the spasms.

It was difficult as a kid, really difficult. I got made fun of a lot whenever I tried to talk...so I just decided not to. I learned to keep a notebook and pen with me at all times just incase someone asked me something or wanted to talk to me. I know it tests people's patience having to wait for me to answer by writing it down, buts it's so much easier for me. It's easier than struggling with my words and trying to force them to come out. I know ASL as well, my grandparents made sure of that when they enrolled me in classes, but it's not like anyone other than deaf people know it so it doesn't come in handy that often

Charlie was the lucky one. He didn't have to deal with any of that. He's in perfect health, lucky bastard. Sometimes I resent him for it, not that I want to. It just sucks, you know? Looking at a near mirror reflection of what you could've been. It's hard. He's always looked out for me though, explaining to people why I don't talk and that no I'm not retarted. That was really hard for me. Living with people thinking I was mentally disabled. They talk to you differently. They talk to you like you're lesser of a person, it's been a really tough battle dealing with all of that.

I suffered with a serious depression when I was around twelve years old. That's when everyone started getting cliquish, when you got grouped into certain types. Guess what, being different didn't get you sitting at the cool kids table. Living with my grandparents I had a wide assortment of pills that I had access too. One night I decided to take a handle of various pills hoping that they would kill me.

Needless to say, they didn't but it was close. Charlie found me passed out in the bathroom and yelled for my grandparents. They called an ambulance and I was rushed over to the nearest emergency room and had my stomach pumped.

I survived but things got even worse. Somehow it got out that I tried to kill myself and the way people looked at me changed. It wasn't the normal look I was used to getting, it had changed into a "what the fuck is wrong with you" look.

I had to start going to a therapist after that, doctors orders. I guess it helped a little. We talked about why I did it and what I wanted for the final outcome. Obviously, I wanted to die but the therapist wanted to know the reason behind it. Most of the time I just sat there while the doctor talked, just listening to what she said.

It helped a little I guess, plus they put me on some meds that I have to take every day. They keep me in check for the most part, but I still have my difficult days. Those days where you just wonder if anyone would even notice if you were gone.

Charlie grew more distant as he got pulled away by his friends who told him that he should try not to be seen with me. I don't blame him, honestly, why would I? It was my fault not his.

We didn't really talk for a long time, he stayed in his room and I stayed in mine. That went on for years, only being polite to one another when the situation demanded it.

It changed, a lot, when we were fifteen. That's when we got our powers. That was a shock for sure, and I say that because Charlie's powers are electricity based. Hah, bad pun. I know.

But yeah, he got that and I got mine. A "healing aura" as I call it. Basically, I can heal people around me. It's not as great as it sounds, not for me anyway. It's always on, draining me. I don't remember the last time I wasn't exhausted, I just wish I could turn it off...just for a day...an hour even. It's miserable. Yeah, it helps people...but honestly I don't care. People have never helped me...why would I want to help them? They were and still are the reason why I struggle with depression. Instead of helping they hurt me, and now I'm cursed to help out every single person that stands in a twenty foot radius of me. Great.

Anyway, yeah. We got our powers and within a week or two we had men knocking at our front door saying that they knew about us and that we would be attending a school for people with powers. Our grandparents literally had no say so in the matter and neither did we. So we just packed our bags and left.

That was two years ago, we've been at Bellefonte for two years and it's just the same as my old school. Charlie's the popular one and I'm the outcast once again. I'm not surprised, honestly. I'll be dealing with this for the rest of my life.

That's not saying I don't have a few friends here, because I do. They're fantastic, really. I don't know what I would do without them, it's just still incredibly difficult looking at Charlie and knowing that's exactly what I could've been...but hey, that's my life and I have to deal with it."


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