Andrew's Apartment (Solo)

Andrew stood in front of his mirror, indecisively checking over every piece of his outfit. It was all black and all bought from thrift stores.

The idea of superheroism had been put into his head the previous night, encounters with an anvil-wielding, cape-wearing, green ninja tended to rub off on someone, even if that person isn't normal to begin with.

He was used to wearing black when using his powers, being a bouncer made it necessary... and useful, very useful. Andrew thought the leather jacket, vest and jeans kind of worked together, nothing he'd normally wear of course, but it had a certain gravitas of its own, which was important for this kind of outfit.

He wasn't sure about starting with the whole superhero thing, he was mostly a 'live and let live' sort of guy, but meeting that mutant who called himself Gears proved to Andrew that he couldn't just ignore it when someone was in trouble, but did he really want to go out of his way to help other people?

The Kung Fu slippers didn't really fit with the rest of the costume, they were a matter of necessity. Andrew's senses were dulled when he used his powers; less tactile sensation means worse balance as you get less environmental feedback. Thick-soled shoes wouldn't allow him to move around without falling flat on his face, but there was absolutely no way he was going barefoot in New York, he wasn't that tough a mutant.

Maybe he could do it as a sort of hobby, a couple night a week just walking round the city, if he saw anyone in trouble he'd help them, no major obligation. It was more than the vast majority of people were willing to do. He'd thought of an alias, he wasn't proud of it though, he couldn't think of anything else that would fit.

"...Citadel... that's so cheesy..."