My name is Johnny Fruitangelo, but you would not know that. I haven't used my earth name since the death of my mother, Frita Fruitangelo. It is a name I will never use again, not until I restore my mother to her rightful place. Nor will you guess my age, for even I could not validate your estimation - I have no idea. I am over 1000 years old.
I am, I guess, one of the old gifted ones. We walk alone, have alawyas walked alone, and I have lived in the same house with my mother since I was born.
Do I have powers like those of a Superhero? Oh, the youth of today with comic books, might call me that, but I am by nature, a demi-God. You could call me an angel if you see fit, and like the others, I have a gift.
Gifts, really. When travelling long distances, I can assume cruise control, keeping a steady pace for long distance travel, and, of course power wipe, adding 2 ply to any absorbent towel I come across. But they, within the Buddhist philosophy of "ying-yang", come at a cost.
I am off now, the burden of my existence, and life gving saviour strapped firmly to my back, cased in her white porcelain shell. I will be meeting with Veruca the Vivacious one of the other surviving immortals, as she has found a puuzle she thinks will point us towards the key to our salvation. A Place called, "the island of the Gifted"
I am called Dreadwalker. You will know me later, if you hear me now.