NAME:
Arthur Rawlings
ALIAS:
Carmine Typhoon (temporary, probably)
Tricked-Out Cyber Kid
AGE:
17
GRADE:
Junior
HEIGHT:
5'3"
BUILD:
Lean & Mean, baby
HOME TOWN:
San Fransisco, CA
POWERS:
Technological upgrades and modifications, courtesy of the Doctors Rawlings, have yielded a specimen in above-peak physical condition with the ability to interface smoothly with further performance-enhancing machines. He is equipped with heavily modified firearms designed to launch nonlethal, specialized capsules that burst on impact.
APPEARANCE:
Despite his unusual inner workings, Arthur appears normal on the surface. Arthur's hair color changes on a regular basis in a series of highly unnatural shades, and his clothing style is anything but quiet.
BIO:
If it ain't broke, you're not looking hard enough for something to fix. The only child of Dr. and Dr. Rawlings has never met a metal detector that didn't hate him. For as long as he can remember, Arthur has been subjected to countless tests and improvements. Because of it, he's faster, stronger, and all-around more awesome than nature's design. What's not to dig?
Ar is thrilled to arrive at Westbrook, where (finally!) the freaks outnumber the blahs. He never hesitates when an opportunity to show off presents itself and seems to expect others to do the same. There are always points for style.
Unfortunately, the faculty is picking up fairly quickly on the fact that his eyes glow just a little bit red when he accesses nearby wifi and bluetooth signals and have banned him from wearing sunglasses during quizzes. His dads refuse to rectify this glaring design flaw.