Skills: Acrobatics +9[4], Balance: +7[2], Diplomacy +2[2], Escape Artist +6[1], Jump +5[4], Listen +5[4], Sense Motive +5[2], Spot +5[2].

Feats: Attack Finesse, Blind Fight, Dodge, Evasion, Instant Stand, Rapid Strike, Stunning Attack, Trance.

Powers: Boost +4 [Extra: All Attributes (Str, Dex, Con), Strike, Amazing Save: Reflex, Amazing Save: Will; Source: Training; Cost: 6pp], Light Control +6 [Extra: Light Katana +4 {Stunt: Penetrating Attack (x2), Energy Blast; Extra: Not a device}, Force Field +4 {Stunt: Immunity (Light)}; Source: Mutation; Cost: 5pp]. 

Vitals: Name: Kiro Shiantsu; Gender: Male; Age: 18; Height: 5'10"; Weight: 187 lbs.; Hair: Black; Eyes: Brown; Languages: English, Japanese; First Appearance: Project: Daedalus #0.  (125/129 PP spent)

Background: Young Kiro was born into a rather average family on Japan's largest island, Honshu. His father was an accountant who was involved heavily on martial arts on the side. He taught the neighborhood kids and entered tournaments on a regular basis. His mother was a homemaker, also involved with martial arts, mainly Judo. Kiro and his brother Tokama grew up studying the martial arts under their father but otherwise lived an average life.

Kiro lived a very normal life, and being known for his martial arts ability, he wasn’t bothered around the school. However, other kids were, and Kiro found himself playing big brother to smaller children who were bullied. Before reaching senior high, Kiro had virtually eliminated bullying throughout his high school. Kiro wasn’t a bookworm, but he did enjoy Math and Science. He was also very interested in learning English, with plans to move to North America to start a successful Kendo club, his favorite martial art.

Things were rather normal for Kiro despite his amazing chi focus ability, until one night. He was studying for a big Social studies exam he was to take the next day, when he heard a small tapping at his window. He looked over, seeing another pebble as it hit the window. Hw walked over to the second story window, opened it, and looked out. He saw a shrouded figure duck behind a bush but before he could callout, someone grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him out onto the roof. He fought free of the assailants grasp and saw another shrouded man pulling a gun of some sort out of his jacket. Kiro knocked it out of the man’s hands before he could aim, but another man grappled him and pulled him down. Two more men jumped onto the pile and they tried to bind Kiro down with ropes. Kiro became desperate. He yelled out, but no one answered. Where was his family? He lashed out at his attackers, ripping the ropes off before they could be tightened, losing his form and becoming more like a berserker than a martial artist. Suddenly from out of his palms, two white blasts of shot out of his hands, blinding his attackers. Free, Kiro jumped up and took off down the roof, heading for his neighbors house. As Kiro ran, his vision was suddenly blurred, and a white, flaring pain rushed throughout his entire body.

He never saw the psychic blast coming, fleeing as he was. Now he sat in a cell, wondering about that night, wondering why he was taken from his normal life, learning nothing. His days were now filled with questions. Was his family okay? Who were these other captive people with him? Were they ripped violently from their lives as well? How would he escape? Where did those light blasts come from? Could he do that again if he tried? Kiro sat in his cell and thought, considering much, but figuring nothing.