ENDER ANTONIO YARADUA

I can't read Chinese I'm from California

I am:

Virtuous
Curious
Action-Oriented

Rebellious
Abrasive
Claustrophobic

This is how people describe me: Ender spent most of his life at odds with both himself and his purpose in the world and after years of soul-searching he has come to the conclusion that change is the ultimate goal of life. Every surviving organism came to where it was because it evolved, it changed either by chance or by tutelage to better itself, passing on its gains to the future generation so that they could do the same. The very same holds true for him...minus the genetics. He wants to apply his morals to make the best of his environment (which is the main reason he's yet to terminate his contract) that he can, whether it's cleaning up litter or cleaning up the supernatural. He is naturally curious about the social mechanisms of the world and even after forty-five years he's yet to fully understand them...but that doesn't stop him from rebelling. Even though he wants to understand social issues, he isn't the best at communicating his thoughts or thinking them through. Often times, he comes off hurtful or intentionally rebellious

My power is:

Cloning or Duplication if one prefers. He can create temporary copies of any object or person that both look and feel like the original. Function however, is another story. He compares it to making a plaster mold of something, seeming more or less like the original but utterly useless for anything other than aesthetics. If he wants to imbibe some function it comes at the cost of his memory, namely memory of things associated with whatever it is that he is cloning. For example, if he wants to clone a seagull in both form and function he will lose more memories of what seagulls are, look like, etc. the more seagull-esque he makes the object. The stronger the memory of an object, the easier he can copy it. He found this out the hard way after trying to clone his past girlfriend from the dead and losing all memory of her after a month of two.

As for weapons:

His short time with the Black Panthers meant that he had knowledge in self-defense (mainly with blunt weapons), but nothing that would help him against a gun or a knife.

I have been working for forty five years.
I still retain ten percent of my memory.
Currently I work as a fry cook.

Before becoming a DI he lived in the United States where things changed, but everything stayed the same. Yes, African-Americans were making small strides toward equality and Martin Luther King Jr.'s movement for Black rights cemented their personhood, but there were still clear disparities between the haves and have-nots. Ender was of the "have-not" group, growing up in a poor neighborhood where his father served in the military and his mother worked as a maid. She would be gone in the day and come back at the wee hours of the night, causing his friends to joke that she was a "lady of the night" (read prostitute) which honestly, could have been the truth for all Ender knew. Either way, the jokes turned into bullying and those playful punches turned into real punches once he entered high school. He ended up dropping out of school at the age of sixteen and started work as the cook of a local diner to pull money. It was decent work until he got attacked on the way home. Long story short, he would have been mince meat were it not for the help of the Black Panther Patrol. He decided then that he would protect others from experiencing the same thing he did. He was instructed on patrol routes and the like for several weeks before being called on patrol. Damn if it didn't suck being shot on the one patrol you go out on. He's completely over it though, or so he says.

Since then he stuck around his home country solving various cases and conserving his power until he became too well-known. Being that he's into protesting, he started becoming famous as "The Undying Rebel". Fearing that he might expose his nature as a DI, he was relocated five times in his forty or so years of service. The most recent change was to Hong Kong (roughly a week ago), wherein he was given: no money, no language help, and no idea where he would live.

My biggest regret(s) is/are too many to count.

My theme song is Daylight by Aesop Rock and No More Heroes by The Stranglers.

I sound like Lupe Fiasco.