Real Name: Ethan Atlas Donovan. (Answers to both 'Ethan' and 'Atlas')
Hero Alias: "Rampart"
Quirk: Barricade - He can create an invisible barrier of any size and shape (up to a maximum size), as long as he is either behind it, or in the centre of it. Any attacks that hit his barriers have their kinetic energy transferred to him, thus he 'feels the pain' of the attack that he blocked.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Human/Caucasian
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 180lbs.
Appearance: Shoulder-length black hair, blue eyes, slightly pale skin, broad shoulders, extremely well-defined muscles, but far from large or bulging.

The city street was in chaos. Cars were demolished, windows smashed, pieces of buildings themselves were laying about, as the people screamed in panic and fear. The subject of that fear was a bald male standing at around 7 feet tall, in the middle of the road. He didn't look particularly threatening at first glance, but appearances were deceiving in this world.

"That's right! Run!" he declared. "Show yourselves for the true cowards you all are!" he declared. He then looked and saw a particular individual, a young male with blonde hair that looked to be in his mid-20's, attempting to hide behind a destroyed vehicle.

"Pathetic!" the aggressor snorted, picking up a small piece of rubble at his feet. As he did, the debris morphed into a spiked ball, much like one would see at the end of a mace or flail.

"Just die!" he yelled, throwing it towards the young man with frightening speed. The male screamed and threw up his arms defensively in a futile manner... just as the spiked ball hit something invisible in front of him, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"H-huh?" the cowering male stammered.

"What!?" the violent man growled. He then noticed that there was now a 17-year-old with black hair on the scene, beside the victim, an arm outstretched, palm facing outwards.

"You heard him, go." the black-haired male said.

"R-right." the man responded, scrambling to his feet and running off, joining the others that were trying to put as much distance as they could between them and the villain.

The younger male then looked at the blinded villain, who had now picked up a large amount of debris, and threw it all up into the air, all of them forming into spiked balls.

"Ah crap." he muttered, seeing that some of them had gotten impressive height, and were going to rain down on a cluster of people that were still too close.

"Damn it!" he yelled, racing over and getting in the middle of them all, throwing his arm up, palm facing the air. As soon as he did so, several of the balls bounced off something invisible that surrounded them, as the villain started to get to his feet again, rubbing his eyes.

The male was silent as he saw what happened, and lowered the barrier he'd put it, before watching the one that had joined in the fight walk past him. He raised an eyebrow, before looking at the injured villain, and shaking his head.

"No need." he said.

"Looks like a pro's on the way." he said further, looking skyward and seeing a costumed woman making her way down from a rooftop.

"...must've been some distance away. A lotta damage could have been done had nobody been here." he reasoned.

"Cool quirk." he then added.

He accepted the ticket quizzically, and looked around at the people that were whispering and muttering. He heard the name 'Sunspot' mentioned a couple of times, and for some reason, it rang a bell of vague familiarity in his brain.

He then sighed as the officers closed in, and the pro approached as well, before shaking his head.

"I gotta get going." he told them.

"Make sure he doesn't hurt anyone." he said, referring to the villain that had been taken down.

Then, before anyone could really say anything, he turned and quickly headed off, checking what the ticket was that he'd been given.