Mystik - Gavin Hollaran

People had always told Gavin, 'It must be hard', and each time, Gavin said 'Yeah', and then smiled.
He couldnt blame them for thinking that way. His was the only black family in the village, and he was the only black kid in the school. His family had moved here with his fathers job when Gavin was still a baby, so this was all he had known.
Still, the village was nice, the people polite and not at all the throwbacks one would imagine, his parents were good and worked hard. It could almost be boring, except for the nearby mountains, and abandoned quaries, and the forest, and the little river, the fields where he played football, and the fact that he was never short of girlfriends.
Somebody had said it to him this morning, not one of his school friends of course, the shop keeper. "It must be tough Gavin, everyone being a bit different".
"We're all a bit different" he shrugged, then grinned, as he handed over his spare change for a bottle of pop.

Gavin was in school, second year of senior school, 12 going on 13 years old. The sunbect was his worst, R.E.
Gavin hated religious education, it was so pointless. As far as he was concerned, it began and ended in imagination, with very little in the middle. The Teacher was droning on about Norse mythology and how the Asatru and Vanatru percieved it, while Gavin stared at his hand, and all the tiny creases between milimeters of skin. The hairs on his wrist stuck up like tiny little trees, on miniscule hills. Then something happened which made him yelp in surprise.

A crack appeared in his skin, it wrent open like a fisure in the earth, with the sound of thunder, and a harsh brilliant light poured out of the rupture. This was not a surface split, it went down for hundreds of miles, Gavin could feel it, yet it was just in his arm.
Another crack opened up, a moment later, in his other arm. Gavin sat bolt upright in his chair as the onset of puberty activated his dormant mutant gene, and he gazed down at his arms.
The roll of thunder continued as the cracks in his skin continued to grow, and the harsh blinding light poured out. Another peal of thunder roared through the room as a fisure opened down across his back and chest. A few of his classmates screamed, but most had too much pride to vocalise their fear, all of them had scrambled away to the edges of the room. The door was flung open, and a few ran, though Gavin's closest friends all stayed.
Second by second, the cracks grew and the light poured out. It was not painfull, but still a little frightening. After 2 minutes, there was nothing left, Gavin's entire body was now radiating brilliant light, like the light from a carbon arc. And then, the light began to dim. The Harshness faded, and after half a minute, it was once more just Gavin, sitting in his seat, as if nothing had happened.
Gavin looked up at his teacher, still standing by the blackboard.
"Teacher".
"Yes Gavin", replied the teacher.
"Odin wants you to know, you're wrong".

Name : Gavin Hollaran
Alias : Mystik
Body : Light brown skin, black hair, brown eyes. Adult 6'1". Athletic but not overly muscular.
Personality : A little cheeky, in humour. Curious about the multiverse. Well schooled. Neutral Good alignment.

Powers (mutant):
Gavin is a conduit for dimensional energies. He can summon dimensional elements into himself, embodying them. He does not summon beings or spirits, but rather the planar forces. He has used this to transform himself into a hellhound (on one occaision), to generate divine light (usefull against vamps), and has spent time flying as an air elemental. He often tunes himself into the planes of life force to massivly boost regeneration and to survive is harsh environments.
Another use of his power allows Gavin to plane travel to adjacent planes of existance, and he has began exploring, against his mothers wishes.
Gavin's power only functions on planes of existance that are adjacant or at least close to his current existance.