Traits. Superpowers. Abilities. Powers. Abnormality's. Primality's.

No matter what name you wanted to call them, their presence in society was abundantly clear, no matter where on the planet you lived. No one was sure how the Human race suddenly begun to develop the superpowers that now defined them, but it was thought to be the defining moment in history on Earth.

Across the world, people were gifted with superpowers that were known commonly, and officially, as Traits. Each person had one that made them unique against every other person on the planet. Some of them were brutal and combat focused, like the power to generate fire, whereas some were far more humble, like the ability to simply fly. Seeing people with horns, claws, wings, additional limbs, tails, even unique skin colours, now was commonplace, and the entire population having superpowers was just normal.

And from this development, came the Heroes that became the face of society.

Heroes were the people who used the powers they had to protect the ones who have weaker abilities, to protect those who couldn't defend themselves, to fight and uphold the law, and to maintain justice wherever it was needed. Across the globe, admiration for these Heroes was paramount, and thanks to them, there hadn't been a single war since the Great Trait was that ended in 1932. The world had enjoyed nearly a century of peace.

But that wasn't so say violence was non-existent.

And so Heroes remained. And to better prepare the younger generations, those who aspired to become Heroes, schools were set up in order to teach them, the ethics, the codes, the morals, to train them, to teach them how to better use their powers.

Collège Françoise Dupont was one such school, dedicated to the teachings of Heroes. Ranked third in the globe for producing the strongest Heroes and having the best equipment available, the school always saw some of the best candidates for Heroism the world had ever seen.

Two of which were Marinette Dupain Cheng, and Adrien Agreste.

One of the earliest memories Adrien ever had was the activation of his Trait.

It was a day he remembered very clearly. Like any other Trait activation, Adrien's ability activated before his sixth birthday. Specifically for the young child, he was four at the time of his activation. He had been playing outside with his mother, on a warm, sunny August morning. Adrien had been insistent on playing football, and having his mother being the goalie. While he wasn't ever a particular fan of sports, he loved the praise his mother gave him whenever he scored a goal. His mother was a gentle woman, and Adrien had inherited her golden blonde hair, and her emerald green eyes. She had a kind heart, and a soft face, with lightly tanned white skin. Despite her unaccommodating figure, she was rather athletic. Occasionally, his father would come and join in with their game, if he didn't have work he had to do.

This wasn't one of those days though, and Adrien and his mother were left to play the game themselves. Neither of them held it against Gabriel. He worked very hard for the two of them, so they could have easier lives.

However, he was the only one of the family was tall enough, or physically capable enough, of retrieving the ball when it got itself lodged within a free. Adrien had kicked the ball with every single ounce of strength he could muster, wanting to shoot the spherical object straight past his mother before she could even try to block the ball from going into the net. He made the mistake, however, of putting too much force underneath the ball, and it instead went up a huge horizontal arc, and landed firmly the tallest tree in the Agreste estate - Quite out of reach of the two family members there. None of the servants were available either, due to Sunday being the one day off they had all week.

"Awww..." A young Adrien groaned, looking at his favorite football caught between thick branches. He slumped down and sat on the floor, sulking almost. It had been an accident, but now his ball was unreachable. It had to be at least 3 feet out of his mother's reach, making it impossible to get.

His mother, sweet as she always was, reassured her son. She ran her hand gentle through his soft hair and said to him kindly, "There, there, Adrien. Mama can go and get something to get the ball down, so we can keep playing, okay?"

"Okay, Mama." Responded the blond child, looking up at his mother with a fond smile.

"I'll be back soon, okay? Wait here." She planted a soft kiss on his forehead gently, before leaving her son alone in the large grasslands of her home's estate, returning to their mansion to acquire a ladder, or a pole, or something or other to retrieve her son's beloved football.

The child wasn't unused to being alone. His parents worked hard, and he was able to understand that. His father worked in the fashion industry, working on clothes for civilians, who had important events that they needed to look their absolute best for, like a wedding, or a formal party, and for Heroes, the professionals who used their Traits for the betterment of society. Adrien had often watched them come in, and listened as his papa had taken their measurements, and engaged in discussions with those Heroes about their work. Many of them claimed to be old classmates of his, which always made Adrien ask lots of questions when his father had the time to spare with him.

Young and impressionable, Adrien had always been interested in his father's work. Whenever he got the opportunity, those very rare chances, he would watch his father at work, and help him however he could.

It all made him want to be a Hero himself someday, so his Papa would make him a costume. So his Mama would be proud of him.

Adrien looked at his hands and wondered, what kind of Trait would he have? It wasn't long ago, just before he was born, where nearly every human on the planet, and even some of the animals, had been confirmed to have Traits, making the possibility of having a Trait basically zero. He knew he just had to be patient, but still, the blond child wanted to know, what kind of power did he have inside of him? Would he be able to control fire? Melt objects with his hands? Shoot lasers out of his eyes?

Looking back at his ball, leaves swaying in the wind, he wondered, what sort of a powers did he have?...

During the early stages of a Trait development, many factors were considered before the primary activation of an individual's powers. Were they not activated early, they would always activate on the child's exact sixth birthday. Many researchers agreed that a strong emotion, such as love, desire, envy or anger, were required for early activation. Other times, they would just randomly activate. Traits were still a huge mystery to researchers.

For Adrien Agreste, it was a simple desire to retrieve his favorite football, so he could play games with his mother, whom he loved dearly.

It activated instantly, and practically without missing a single heartbeat. He was enveloped in a thin layer of dark black smoke, not thick enough to blind him, but enough to hinder his vision slightly. For a young child who hadn't been expecting it, Adrien was terrified, and shot backwards.

Only to find himself falling from the branch of the tallest tree in the Agreste Estate.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" His scream was heard from inside the house, prompting anyone inside to drop everything they were doing instantly and to run outside to see what had caused such a loud cry for help from the young Agreste child.

"Adrien?" His mother came running like a bolt of lightning, having dropped the ladder she had acquired, and dashing towards where she had left her son. She was closely followed by her husband, whom had shot upright from his desk of work upon hearing the cry himself.

"Mama! I'm up here!"

Gabriel was the first of the two to notice the location of their son. "Dear, in the tree!"

Sure enough, Adrien was clinging onto one of the branches from the tree, the same one that his ball had been located within. That football had fallen from the tree and rolled away a long time ago, since the second Adrien had somehow gotten up there. Now he was clinging on for what felt like dear life, his fingers clutching whatever bark he could. His hands had gone white from the pressure he was applying onto the wooden texture. He was horrified of falling right now. "Mama! Papa! Help me!"

"I've got you, Adrien. You can let go." His father assured him, standing just underneath his child. His arms were wide open, and his hands ready to grip hold of his son, his knees slightly bent. "Don't be scared, I'll catch you."

Understandably, Adrien initially refused. He was up so high, he was scared that letting go would end up hurting him in some way. Teary eyed, he refused.

"You trust your Papa, don't you?" Gabriel asked, giving his son a smile, one that told him 'Everything is going to be okay'. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

His father had little time for his family. But that didn't mean he didn't care deeply about them.

And Adrien did trust his father. Scared out of his mind, but believing his father would protect him, Adrien let go, and sure enough, he was caught by his father. The weight of his son sent a shock-wave throughout the fashion designer, but it wasn't anything to the middle aged man, far more fit than he looked. Looking his son in his tear-overflowing, emerald eyes, he said, kindly, "I told you that I'd make sure you were okay, didn't I, son?"

The young child wrapped his arms tightly around his papa's neck and began to bawl, loud and openly, hugging his father as tightly as he could. "Papaaa!"

"There you go, Adrien. You're okay." Gabriel said, patting his son on the back. "You're a brave little kid."

Adrien's mother couldn't help but smile at the sight of her husband and her son. Gabriel was, regrettably, not able to spend as much time with her and her son as they both would have liked, but he made up for that in the time he could spend with them. He was kind, and did everything he could to make sure Adrien was brought up happily. He rarely ever raised his voice with his son, and nurtured him where he could. He made promises that he would sometimes break, but she knew he always planned to try to keep them. Work made that difficult. But he always tried to be a good parent.

She hadn't seen him be a better parent than he was right now.

That night, once Adrien had been set to bed, Mr. and Mrs. Agreste had to sit down together and talk about what had happened to their son. They had spoken to him after he had calmed down and stopped crying, and he had explained to them the best he could what had happened to him. He had described it as a "Boom" and a "Ka-Bang" and then he was in the tree.

"I don't think it needs much discussion." Gabriel said, matter-of-factually, taking a sip of his cup of coffee, before placing it back on the table. He leaned back in his own seat and placed a leg across his other, and resting his hands on his knee. "His Trait must have activated."

"He's still rather young for his Trait, isn't he?" Mrs. Agreste said, tapping a pencil with her hands. As she did this, she then motioned for the pencil to rise with the same hand, whereupon it began to float in the air.

Mrs. Agreste. Trait - Reactive Telekinesis. She possessed the ability to use Telekinesis, allowing her to move objects with her mind. However, she could only use these abilities after touching an object with her hands.

"I mean, my Trait didn't activate until my sixth birthday. Yours didn't either, Gabriel." She added. "I thought it would make sense for his to not activate until his sixth birthday also." She had almost planned for her son's sixth birthday party revolving around the activation of his Trait. That idea was now out the window. She sent the pencil over to her husband's side of the table, where he caught it between his middle and index finger.

"He must be an early bloomer." Was all Gabriel had to say to defend his point. "There isn't a way for him to get from the ground into the tree branches in the time it took you to get a ladder, unless his Trait activated." Resting his chin in his hands, Gabriel considered. "It must be a Teleportation Trait."

"Those are common, aren't they?"

"Somewhat. A lot of variations of the ability. Adrien's seems rather basic though. Just a puff of smoke, if what he told us was accurate."

"So... What do we do?"

"Well, we do what we have to do." Gabriel said, scribbling a number on a piece of paper, and sliding it over to his wife. "We'll have to send him to Trait Pre-School, like any other child. He'll have to learn to control his ability before he hurts himself."

"I know you're right, honey, I do..." The blonde woman sighed, looking at the paper. "But... I just... Want our little boy to be our little boy a bit longer..."

"He's still our little troublemaker." Gabriel said with a happy sigh, standing up, and sitting next to his wife, and taking her hand into his. "I know you worry about him, and so do I. If I lost either of you, God knows what I'd do. But that's the same reason we need to make sure he learns how to control his power before he hurts himself."

"I know... You're right." Mrs. Agreste smiled at her husband. "Aren't I supposed to be the one concerned about his well-being more?"

Before Gabriel could respond to his wife's joke, they were interrupted by a large puff of black smoke in front of them, and then a sudden slamming of a mattress in front of them. Knocking over the coffee table, spilling their cups onto their tiled floor, shattering them, Adrien suddenly rolled out of bed, still in his pajama's, wide eyes and freaked out.

A few second ago, the young Agreste boy had been fast asleep, and now, he as in the living room, along with his mattress, and his surprised parents. In instinctive defense, Gabriel had shielded his wife with his body, before he realized it was his own son. "M-Mama?... Papa?..."

"Adrien, are you okay?!" His mother asked him, pushing past her husband and placing her hands on her child's shoulder, checking him for injuries or scold marks. He was completely unharmed, aside from an emotional scare.

Gabriel sighed and looked at the mattress now cluttering his kitchen. 'So, he must have Teleported in his sleep... And whatever he's touching can also be Teleported... That's also why his pajama's are still on, thank God...' Gabriel didn't want to imagine his son with a Trait that left him completely naked after each teleport.

"Mama... what's happening to me?" Adrien asked, his voice fearful, unsure of what was happening to him.

"It's nothing to worry about." His mother assured him. "Your father and I were talking, and we think that your Trait activated earlier than it did for us. We're going to take you to a Trait Pre-School in the morning."

While it was commonly referred to as a Trait Pre-School, such establishments are called Trait's Academic Classes Towards Inner Control, abbreviated to TACTIC's. In a TACTIC school, students are placed into a friendly environment and are taught be trained professionals about their various Traits. Many teachers who work in these establishments have worked in the Hero business, or at least possess an equivalent amount of knowledge. This makes the faculty at these establishments some of the best trained individuals to aid the younger generation to harnessing and understanding exactly what a Trait is.

To Adrien, however, it was a massive display of incredible powers.

Paris had only one TACTIC school locally, where many children were sent to learn about their Traits. The reasoning behind this was that so the children could meet other Trait users who were just starting to learn, so they could make friends easier, and show that they are not alone in having these powers.

Throughout the entire city, there had to be at least 200 children there the first day Adrien went. It marked some of the very first Mutant-Class Trait users Adrien had seen in person. He had seen lots of them on the TV, in films and on the news, but he had never met a Mutant-Class Trait user before.

Many of the children had visible changes to human anatomy, giving them unique and bizarre appearances, hence their classification as Mutant-Types. Some had very minor changes, such as the one child who had blue skin and green hair, or the one who had two fingers and a thumb on each hand instead of four. Some had different colored eyes than the normal spectrum, such as pink, or red.

Other Mutant-Classes however, were far more noticeable. Some had skin that looked like metal. Others had extremities such as wings, or tails. Some had additional limbs, such as four arms, or a lack of lips. Some cases were fully body Mutations, that gave one child the appearance of a dragon.

However, the vast majority of people were, for the most part, regular human looking. But every single child there possessed a Trait that was unique to them. No one in the building had the same powers as somebody else. Adrien watched one child attempting to control water with his hands not touching the liquid. He would occasionally cause some droplets to rise into the air, but they would fall to the ground not long afterwards. Another child seemed to be able to create fire in the palms of their hands, and turn it off completely at will, without suffering burn effects. So many various powers on display by children, still coming to grips with their powers.

Adrien had been asked to demonstrate the powers he had... but the issue was, he had no idea how to.

"What do you mean?" His tutor asked him. His tutor was a tall man, who possessed forearm-mounted blade, made out of bone. He was a tanned man, and claimed to have been a Hero at some point in his past, yet he looked only about twenty. He was a friendly man, so Adrien had no problems with speaking to him.

"I don't know how I do it." He told his tutor. "It first happened when there was one of my favorite footballs in our tree, and I wanted to get it back, and then I was in the tree somehow, and I don't know how."

"So you're not sure how to activate your Trait... Okay." The tutor said with a smile. "That's not a problem. It's a very common thing for people who are just learning about their abilities." He turned to Adrien's mother and asked, "Has he had any sort of incident worth mentioning?"

"Well, he teleported from his bedroom to our kitchen, and he brought his mattress with him..."

"Did he?" The man patted Adrien's head. "Not bad kiddo. Not a lot of Teleporters can move stuff with them. Do you know how that felt? Could you describe it to me?"

"It felt kind of... Stiff? My arms and fingers became hard to move..."

"It sounds like that was your muscles tensing... Okay, I think I have an idea." The tutor responded quickly, and with a certain amount of energy to his voice. "This is a common thing with people with Warp and Teleporting abilities. Adrien, you just need to focus on where you want to go. You need to think hard about where it is that you want to go, and your Trait should activate. Your body will tense up, but that's nothing you need to worry about. It happens to people sometimes when they use a Trait for the first time. You'll be able to get past it soon."

"Where - Where should I focus on going?"

"Try teleporting to your mother." Gabriel told him from the seating area. His comment earned him a jab from his wife, but she didn't correct him either.

"That's a good target." The tutor agreed.

"O-Okay..." Adrien said, facing his mother. He was nervous, but the encouragement he received from everyone around him spurred him on. He focused as hard as he could. Go to Mama. I want to be next to Mama. I want to be there now!

Within a second, he was there, sat on his mother's lap, a puff of smoke surrounding him, her, and the area he had been just a second ago. His father, who had been at least ten meters away a second ago, was now right next to him, with a smile on his face, swelling up with pride.

"That's the way!" The bone-bladed tutor congratulated, clapping his hands. "Not so bad, is it?"

"Nu-uh!" Adrien agreed, excitedly hugging his mother happily. "It was super easy!"

"Adrien... What are you doing! Stop!" His father suddenly, and unexpectedly, screamed at his son, bolting upright and backing up, in abject horror. "Let go of your mother!"

"Papa?..." Adrien looked towards his father, startled.

As he did so, he got a look at his arm.

His veins were charcoal black, visible even underneath the skin. On his shoulder, they seemed to face away, but towards for forearm, they become more present, darker than black, and towards his hands, they were basically totally black, but what they were doing horrified to poor child. Corruption from his own palms seemed to spread into his mother, who was sat there, her eyes wide open, clearly in pain, but unable to convey it. Black likes had run all around her next, to her throat, and around her voice-box, decaying her very skin and flesh instantaneously.

The blond child took his hands off of his mother's neck, and blood squirted from her jugular and at him.

Adrien screamed.

"Your son appears to have a very rare genetic mutation."

Mrs. Agreste had been rushed to hospital instantly after the accident, carried there by the fastest individuals that could be acquired. Her next had essentially decayed away despite her being very much alive, and she had been unable to warn anyone of the incredible pain she had gone under.

Gabriel looked at his son, a combination of both worry and anger towards his only child. What had happened to him? What was going on with him now? "What... Sort of mutation?"

'Mutation' was a very vague word, especially when it came to Traits. A Mutation could be anything to the development of powers to growing a tail.

The doctor sighed and passed over a sheet of paper from the side of his desk. It had plenty of handwriting on it that was very neat, and very small, so Gabriel needed to use his glasses to see it clearly. "Your son appears to possess the TTM-0781Z Mutation, what we call the Dual Mutation. It's a very, very, very rare mutation in the child's DNA that gives him access to two Traits, completely unrelated from one another, passed down through genetic coding. One activates shortly after the other, but cannot be controlled when it does." He looked at the floor and bit his lips. "It was just bad luck your son happened to possess one that activated on his hands, and they were touching your wife's neck when this happened."

This couldn't be right... "But... But-But neither of us possess a Trait even close to this..."

"I can only conclude that one of your ancestors must have. Traits still aren't completely understood yet, so we can only hypothesize." The doctor looked at the child solemnly. He was in the waiting room, where Gabriel had asked a nurse to watch him for a short time, while the doctor he currently spoke to, a man who possessed two horns from his head, explained the medical diagnosis. "It appears to be some sort of destruction Trait. We ran the tests you asked us to, and whenever his hands touched something and he activated this ability, it basically disintegrated."

Gabriel's mind went through a lot of things at one, but there was one question, one huge detail that he needed to know.

"What about my wife? What happens to her?"

Adrien never forgot that day.

He never forgot the days his Traits activated.

He never forgot the first time he Teleported.

He never forgot the day he first used his Destruction Trait.

He never forgot that day.

The day he learned his mother wouldn't be coming home with them.

The day he realized that it was his fault.

The day he realized he had killed her.

Above all of that, for the years to come, he kept one thing in his memory.

The sight of his father crying, hugging him, and those words, drowned in sobs and sorrow.

"Never blame yourself. Do not forget that. This wasn't your fault Adrien. Never forget that - Even if I do."

From then on, Adrien had a new reason for wanting to become a Hero.

Adrien Agreste

Age: 15

Trait/s: Destruction/Teleportation. Adrien possesses a rare Dual Mutation, allowing him access to two powers.

Teleportation : Adrien possesses the ability to instantly Teleport to any location he desires within 3 miles of himself, as long as he knows where he is going, or can see his end location. Whenever he Teleports, he is surrounded by a puff of black smoke, which is harmless, but can be useful if he uses it correctly. He can also Teleport his clothes, and anything that he happens to be touching along with him, but the more weight he is carrying, the shorted distance he can Teleport. This Trait is directly linked to his stamina, so overusing it can lead to him becoming exhausted.

Destruction - This Trait allows Adrien to destroy any object that he touches down to the atomic level. This Trait works on living and non living objects and creatures, making it a very dangerous power. Whenever he uses this ability, his arms turn a dark black colour, and keeping it activated for a short time will cause a build up of bubbles around his hands that also act as destructive forces. Overusing this Trait will lead to his skin peeling off, exposing his muscle tissues, which can cause intense pain.