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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Synchronicity" data-source="post: 1692506" data-attributes="member: 10070">Christopher JonesChristopher Jones has always been a little abnormal. Even before the passing of the comet granted him super-powers, he was always a little different. The only child of a well-off middle class family in the Midlands of England, Christopher went to the best school in the area. There, the teachers discovered that Christopher was a genius.  His incredible natural intelligence was readily apparent, and he moved up several classes in the space of a few months. Nothing challenged him, and as a result he became lazy, slacking off and having fun, his cleverness and near photographic memory carrying him through school with near-perfect grades in exchange for little or no effort. Only one aspect of learning could hold Chris’s interest; science. He devoured scientific textbooks avidly, committing formulae to memory, reading both deeply and widely. Christopher went to university a year early at the age of 17, easily gaining entrance to Oxford, completed a degree in Biology in the space of two years (half the usual time), and then went back to do another one, focusing on Genetics. Christopher also has degree-level knowledge of Chemistry and Physics, though no formal qualifications in them. Yet although he did phenomenally in his courses, and although Science fascinated him, Christopher still felt incomplete somehow. It was all too easy; he was able to study, party, take self-defense classes and take up gymnastics, and yet it still felt like he wasn’t really challenging himself. He felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to fall. Christopher finished his second degree, and was immediately snatched up by a company to help develop their genetically modified food products. It involved moving to America, but Chris didn’t really mind. The pay was excellent, the hours easy..and yet Christopher still felt an itch at the back of his head, telling him it wasn‘t enough. He continued his efforts to fill his hours, working overtime and having an active social life. He met Kelly at one of the many parties he managed to get invited to, and the two of them hit it off immediately. It looked like Christopher’s life was going brilliantly; he was rich, had job security and still managed to have a social life, but he still found himself at a loss sometimes, feeling a little detached from the life he was living. It was all too..easy. A week ago, things got a little more interesting. Christopher was working late in the lab, wanting to finish off some important work. He began inputing his findings into his computer..and suddenly began typing faster than seemed humanly possible. Christopher stopped, not quite believing what had just happened, and decided he must be suffering from lack of sleep. He got up and headed for the door..only to smash into it as he covered the intervening space in less than a second. Shaken, Christopher staggered to his feet. Experimentally, he moved to a corner of the room, and found himself halfway up the wall! Crashing to the floor again as he stopped moving, Christopher once again levered himself to his feet. He stayed very late that night, taking samples of his blood and examining them with the lab’s facilities. Christopher took sick leave over the next several days, taking time to adapt to his abilities and learn at least a rudimentary control over them. He found that it was mostly instinctive, and as long as he didn’t panic, remarkably easy. Finally, Christopher had found something his intelligence hadn’t prepared him for, and he revelled in it; though the irony of his situation has not escaped him. He, the man who always felt he had too much free time, can now complete tasks in the blink of an eye, leaving him even more free time. Now that this is the case, Chris is toying with the idea of using these powers to do some good, though what exactly is another matter. However, he’s not quite managed to convince himself to actually do anything with his abilities, torn between putting his powers to some use and keeping them a secret. Meanwhile, he continues his secret examinations of himself after hours in the lab, trying to understand why and how he has gained these powers…and what to do about them. To his friends, Christopher seems to have changed in the last few days; he's been more distant than usual, has actually politely declined invitations to parties (distinctly unusual) and seems to be spending as much time as he can in the lab.</blockquote>

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