Akiva Anil

Age:18

Akiva woke up again at 1 AM, with wind swirling around him. He took five deep breaths and fell back asleep. The next morning, Sunday, he sat up and stretched. He wanted to read a little before he got up but he'd left his book on the desk across the room. He thrust his hand out and used his power over the wind to bring it to himself. He'd known about his power for exactly a month now. He'd woken up in the middle of the night, feeling sick and the air was swirling around him. He immediately woke up completely, and got to his feet. He focused and moved his hands. The air responded. He wasn't very surprised, because two nights before, he'd woken up with a pad of paper and a pen in his hands. This is what he had written in his sleep:

You're meant for something more. Learn to control it. Wait for your calling.

Akiva had been practicing his powers ever since. Something big was at hand, he could feel it. He needed to be ready to survive and excel, to be the best as always. He wondered what part he would play in the events soon to unfold. After thinking and reading for a while, he got up to get ready for the day. He had work and college the next day. He brushed his hair and wondered if there were others like him, and if they had his strange looks. He had white hair and silver eyes. He was 6'3 and slender, but incredibly strong with thick muscles. He was pale and cold, like a gorgeous statue of a Greek god made thousands of years ago. He made sure his expression made him unapproachable. He did not like people and preferred to be alone. He hoped that whatever was to come didn't require teamwork. People held him back. He was always a step ahead, and he was better. That's why he lived alone away from his family and others. He didn't need people.

Later that day, he went for a walk. A little bit in, Akiva gasped. In front of him was a light blue trail made of wind. My calling, he thought. He set off to follow the trail.