Kid Kuiper
Player: @highexodus24
Origin:	Mutant
Archetype:	Blaster
Security Level:	27
Personal Data
Real Name:	Kenny Molton
Known Aliases:	None
Species:	Human
Age:	17
Height:	5'11"
Weight:	168 lbs.
Eye Color:	Brown
Hair Color:	Brown
Biographical Data
Nationality:	United States citizen with no known criminal record
Occupation:	Student (Atlas North High School)
Place of Birth:	Galatia, IL, U.S.A.
Base of Operations:	Paragon City
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	Joshua Molton (father, deceased), Bethany Molton (mother, deceased), Charles Molton (grandfather, deceased), Harriet Molton (grandmother), Bernice Richards (great aunt)
Known Powers
Limited control over ice properties and flight
Known Abilities
Amateur astronomer; farmer
Equipment
Uniform sewn by his grandmother
Founding Member of the Interstellar Teen Defense Force

Character History

Strong, Tested Roots

Kenny's family roots are buried deep in the small, southern Illinois farming community of Galatia. His grandparents, Charles and Harriet, owned a farm on the outskirts of town where they raised Kenny's father in a moral and principled household. It was always Charles' dream to pass his knowledge and livelyhood on to us his son and hopefully keep the farm in his family forever. Unfortunately, that would never come to pass. Shortly after Kenny's first birthday, his parents were killed in a tragic car accident. Since no plans or provisions had been made in the form of a will, baby Kenny was placed in state custody while a bitter court dispute took place between his paternal grandparents and several members of his mother's family. In the end, it was Charles and Harriet that put everything on the line to fight for Kenny. Although they depleted their savings and almost lost the farm, the Molton's were given custody of their grandson.

So, like his father had done before him, Kenny grew up on the Molton Family Farm. Being the amazing people they were, Charles and Harriet excelled in their dual role as both grandparents and parents. They gave Kenny all the love and attention that a child deserves, constantly encouraging him to excell in his studies and supporting him in community sports. In turn, Kenny grew into being quite the helping hand on the farm; learning a strong sense of responsibility and the importance of a hard day's work. Of course, this excited Charles because his dream of passing on the farm had a new hope in the form of his young grandson.

Words to Remember

Although Kenny grew up loving both of his grandparents equally, there was something special about the relationship between him and his grandfather. In fact, if asked who his best friend was, Kenny most certainly would have answered, "My Grandpa Chuck!" So, it was only natural for them to share the same interests. Besides farming and loving his family and his Lord, Charles was quite the avid, star-gazer. (He even drove the family all the way up to Chicago to see an exhibit dedicated to his favorite astronomer, G.P. Kuiper). One of Charles' most prized possessions was his high-tech telescope which he had placed in a large clearing on the back acres of the farm. It was there that Kenny and his grandpa spent many summer nights out under the stars.

It was this closeness to his grandfather that made the next event in Kenny's life so hard to swallow. Shortly after his thirteenth birthday, he was working by his grandpa's side out in the corn fields. While he turned his back to check a loader on tractor, Charles had collapsed, clutching his chest. Using all the strength he could muster, Kenny was able to hoist his grandpa up onto the tractor lift. Before he could start the tractor up and get his grandpa back home, Charles grabbed his wrist. Between coughs and short pauses, Charles whispered his last words to the boy. "No matter what life has in store, always follow your heart. Remember there is no limit to what you can do. Just look at the stars!" Then, while cradled in his arms, Kenny's Grandpa Chuck breathed his final breath.

Fire in the Sky

Kenny would never forget his grandfather's last words. Even though his grandpa never asked him to do so, he felt it was his responsibility to keep the farm running. So, over the next few months he managed the fields like his grandpa had done for forty years. Although it was often much more than his young shoulders could bear, Kenny was able to complete the seasonal work on the farm with what little help his grandmother could afford to hire on. In the process, he sacrificed any free-time and many of the priveliges a teenage boy was entitled. Yet, he almost prefered the hard labor under the sun and the worries of keeping the farm intact to having to actually confront the welled-up emotions he was burying deep inside.

It wasn't until late autumn when Kenny got his first breather. While moving some old boxes up into the loft of the barn, he came across his grandfather's old astronomy journal. While flipping through the pages, he noticed that among other things, Charles had dreamed of living to witness the passing of a rare comet in the Earth's orbit. It was then that his grandpa's last words rang in his ears, "Just look at the stars!" So, Kenny began to study Charles' notes, checking the start charts and plotting the comets course so that he could fulfill his grandfather's dream and witness the spectacle on his behalf.

Since the comet was set to be visible in early January, Kenny made sure he had the spot in the fields cleared of any snow or ice. Unfortunately, when the night finally arrived, the sky was so cloudy that he couldn't get a good view in his telescope of the evening sky. While he was busy adjusting the settings on the telescope, he heard a faint, slowly-growing noise; kinda like that of a large bottle rocket coming in his direction. Out of curiosity, he took his eye away from the viewer and was surprised to see that the horizon had suddenly become a light shade of green, very similar to how the sky looked before a tornado. As he reached down to grab his things and make his way back to the farm, he caught sight of a rocky mass of ice-like fire which was headed straight to the spot where he stood. Out of panic, his legs locked up and his only option was to brace himself for impact and pray that he would wake up from the horrible nightmare.

Miracle or Mutant?

Well, he did wake up a few days later in his own bed, but the experience was far from a dream. Fortunately, Harriet's maternal intuition led her to take the truck out and check up on the boy. When she arrived at the spot where the telescope once stood, she was shocked to find a small, smoldering crater. Laying in the basin was her grandson, his clothes singed completely off his body which was surrounded by a black film of both flesh and ash. By the time she got Kenny home, he was sweating like it was mid-August, but very strangely, his skin was covered in frost-encrusted blisters. So, she wrapped him up in warm towels and placed him in his bed before fiaally calling the family physician.

Amazingly, when the doctor arrived an hour later, he unwrapped Kenny only to find several large blisters on his hands and feet. Although she herself had no idea what happened in that field to her grandson, when asked about it best to hide as much as possible and blamed Kenny's burns on a bon-fire-in-the-field accident. Her biggest fear was that word about whatever her grandson had experienced would get around town and God forbid, Kenny get labeled some sort of freak or become some small-town science experiment. Well, luck was on their side because the doctor bought the story and the area was covered by over ten inches of snow in an ensuing snowstorm.

Yet, the secret about what happened in the field that night turned out to be just the tip of the iceberg. Whatever substance that hit and burned Kenny in the field, whether a part of the comet or some other extraterrestial object, had changed Kenny forever. After just a few days of bed rest, he had fully recovered. His body showed no signs of scarring. In fact, by looks alone, no one would never have believed he was ever burned to begin with. Something inside Kenny's body had allowed him to not only survive the encounter, but absorb the foreign substance that smashed into him. Over the next few months he began to notice the ability to do some pretty amazing things, making everyday life on the farm quite the adventure: freezing the water in the shower, encasing his hands in solid ice-rock, and launching rocky snowballs in ninety degree weather. Yes, Kenny and his grandma realized that he was mutant!

Doors Close, Doors Open

Although she never had any intentions of leaving the farm, financial matters got to the point where they were left with no other choice. Kenny had done an amazing job in running the farm, especially for a kid in his mid-teens. Yet each year since his grandpa had passed, they had lost more and more money. The help became less and less reliable and maintenance and upkeep costs had soared through the roof. It had become much too much for a sixteen year old boy to manage successfully.

Over time, Harriet was unable to make her payments and the bank foreclosed on the property. The farm and everything in it had been her life for the last fifty years. Yet, with no other choice available to her, she turned to the only family that she had left; her younger sister. Bernice Richards had moved away, more like run off, from her family for big city life in the late sixties during the Vietnam War. She lived the ultimate life of the hippie, being involved in hundreds of protests and experimenting in all sorts of "life enhancers." Well, after a wild life and three failed marriages, she still resided in Paragon City; her last marriage having yielded her a nice three bedroom flat just north of Atlas Park.

Now Bernice had already been prodding Harriet to move herself and the boy out there since Charles had passed. So, with no alternative, Harriet and Kenny said goodbye to the only home that he could remember and they moved to Paragon. It was a tough transition for both of them at first, especially for Harriet, the years of farm life still fresh in their minds. Gradually, Kenny adapted quite well! He was always surprised to see how different his Aunt Bernice was from his grandma, but her sarcasm and brashness helped toughen him up a bit while he was adjusting to big city life.

Big City

Although the big city meant a new way of life, Kenny welcomed everything with a postitive and upbeat attitude. Being away from the farm, where he would see memories of his grandpa every direction his eyes turned, helped him to finally grieve and deal with his loss. Plus, it had been a long time since he was able to enjoy the things that a kid should be entitled. Instead of worrying about whether next year's crop would yield enough to hire more help or if the grain supply would hold till the spring, he could relax and have fun.

Harriet wasted no time in enrolling Kenny into Atlas North High School. Within walking distance of the flat, Atlas North felt more like a small city than a school to the "country" boy. After a rough first day which involved getting lost, being late for class, and enduring a long entrance speech from the admissions dean, Kenny gradually started to adapt to his new environment. His pleasant, laid-back nature and kind demeanor helped him develop a few quick friendships and over the first few weeks of school, Kenny was well on his way to fitting-in in Paragon City.

Although he had passed through several parts of the city...