Cody Hawkins

Powers: Warp is a teleporter and, much like many other teleporters, he can teleport himself great distances unseen. But unlike other teleporters, Cody has been pushed to his limits, to the point where he can remotely teleport matter. In other words, Warp can teleport people and items without touching them and without the need to teleport himself with them. Whether it be teleporting an ally out of harm's way as a barrage of bullets is about to strike or teleporting a blade into the belly of a human sympathizer, it's not outside the realm of

possibility for Warp.

Power Limitations: When it comes to teleporting himself or those he is touching, Warp can travel great distances unseen, but his limit thus far without incapacitating himself has been five miles. And even then,

he tends to suffer great headaches and the occasional nosebleed. When remote 'porting, he has to be able to see both the target and where he wants to teleport it to in order for his powers to work.

Hobbies and Interests: Growing up, Cody always had a love for cars, motorcycles, basically anything with an engine and a handful of wheels. He loved nothing more than hitting the open road and traveling until the sun had well set. He has always been a bit mechanically inclined and was also a running back in days when high

school football was still a thing. Though, that feels like a lifetime ago.

Background: Cody was born in Dublin, Ireland to Scott and Martha Hawkins, two proud parents who raised a beautiful blue eyed little Irish boy with pride. The first twelve years of his life were just like that of every other kid in his neighborhood. He had little spats of trouble, talked back to his parents from time to time and was taken home by the local constable more than his parents liked, but it was all chalked up to boyish fun. And, for the most part, they were right.

When Cody was thirteen, however, things started changing for Cody. With a newfound interest in girls and a voice that broke more often than not came another revelation that his family was much less happy with. Cody was playing football with his mates late into the evening, as he had on so many summer days before. He ran the ball left and right and had a great time, but as they started getting closer to their homes, the smell of smoke filled their lungs. And then they saw Cody's home on fire.

Cody took off at a sprint - always the fastest amongst his friends, and got to his house moments later, trying his hardest to fight his way past a handful of firefighters who told him it was too late. It wasn't safe and there was no way to get inside now. Cody thought of his parents, sitting around the kitchen table, just like any other day. He yearned to be in there with them and suddenly he was inside. With little more than the sound of rushing air, he was in his kitchen, and there laid his parents, gasping for air and nearly incapacitated.

He didn't know how he'd gotten outside but he knew he was responsible, somehow. He'd DONE this somehow. Grabbing hold of his parents, he thought of their front yard again and focused. He pleaded with whatever this power was under his breath and just like before there was a rush of air and suddenly he was back outside, parents in tow. There were hushed murmurs of Cody's abilities as they rushed him and his parents to the hospital and soon the word 'freak' started to get passed along.

After they'd recovered, Cody's parents sat him down and assured him of a few things - the first amongst them was that they were proud of their son and still loved him very much. The second was that he could no longer live with them. He was going to be shipped off to live with his aunt in California. His aunt who, apparently, was 'like him'.

The next four years of his life were a living hell, living under the rule of an intolerant self-hating mutant aunt. As a psychic, she could pierce every thought the young boy had and inflict psychological pain upon him in an instant. Forced to practice his powers in secret, Cody was desperate to get away and kept pushing himself to teleport further and further. Finally, when he was eighteen, he packed his car (a hand-restored 69 Chevy) and hit the road, never looking back. While he'd had offers because of his achievements as a running back for colleges and, really, could have gone anywhere, he left it all behind. He just needed to get away. And as things started to progressively get worse and worse for mutants, Cody found himself needing as much help

as he could get.

That help came in the form of a group of young boys and girls around his age in Chicago who all were just as lost as he was. They never had a formal name, never had a leader. They just looked out for each other. The ones who couldn't work because of obvious mutations stayed out of sight while the ones like Cody found jobs and maintained a 'normal' life outside of the wee hours when they'd go out on the streets and stretch their powers to the limits.

Years past and they couldn't be happier with their lives. Even as things got worse and the Sentinels cracked down, they still had each other. Until Apocalypse came. In an instant, Cody and his friends were snatched up. The others - the ones who's abilities either weren't useful to him or were otherwise too weak were tossed aside, sentenced for death, but Cody...Cody was of interest it seemed.

The young mutant pleaded with the pale-skinned woman. He would do anything. He would be a willing participant in whatever they needed if she swore to keep his friends alive. Given the codename Warp, Cody

spent the next year and a half being one of Ms. Sinister's personal playthings and experiments. Despite the occasional torture, however, he was trained and pushed to use his abilities far beyond anything he thought previously possible. And more than just teleporting, he's learned to fight and use his newfound powers to gain the upperhand. With a pair of daggers in hand, he is a death-dealing machine. Woe is

the enemy that crosses his path.

When Noelle came aboard, she fell in alongside him and Warp saw something in her that he admired. The pair were put together more than once and time after time, Warp risked life and limb for her. He wasn't sure what it was, but she was different than the others. She would succeed where so many others had failed, and he knew tha if he stayed with her, it would pay off.

Personality: Warp is loyal to a fault, first to War, and secondly to Ms. Sinister and Apocalypse. He is stubborn, proud, but there is still a glimmer of the bright, happy young man underneath. He is far from evil, but seels Apocalypse and the others as the only way to survive this damnable world. And if he has to kill a few people along the way to make sure the others stay safe - so be it.

Special Notes: Model - Jack Reynor