Full Name: Henk Jan Jansen
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Black hair about an inch long, all my hair stands up straight at all times as if I put a finger in a contactbox. Black long raincoat, white shirt under it, dark jeans. dark blue eye's.
Attitude: The hell with everything attitude... kind to those that are kind to me, pulling pranks on those that arn't
Likes: I don't really like anything apart from Chicken legs
Dislikes: almost everything cheery.
Criminal Record(if any): Several, One for wrapping a house in toilet paper, One for assaulting someone who insulted me, and some some others.
Life Story: I was born in holland somewhere in 1990, no one knows exactly when. I don't know if my parents are dead or alive they just abandoned me near a hospital. I've been going around foster homes till I was about 10 years old. At that age I got a military father who taught me everything I know, at that age I began to notice I could move small things like sand, pencils or small blocks. Later I found out it was telekinesis in the common mouth.
When I reached the age of 14 I began to act out again as he wasn't teaching me anything anymore. I started to ride around on some bikes on the military complex. At the age of 15 I was sick of it and packed my bags fleeing the scene with a bike. From that time onwards I've moving around a lot going from one place to the next making money where I can. When I got 18 I heard of a mansion with people able to do all kinds of things, since then I've looking for it. Today I've finally found it, knocking on the door as we speak.
Future Goals: I plan to find out how to use my powers better, and just try to live my life the best I can.