STROBE
He was pure light. He was not a going to let the police know about him. He was going to fight the metahumans.
At his apartment, he tried to think about maybe having a costume to keep his identity a secret. Wait. He is Pure light. People will have to look away from him anyways, he doesn't need a costume. He found a white mask from an old Halloween party, he put it on.
"Just in case," he said to himself.
"Okay, so all these metahumans all have a name that shows their powers, and I need a name," he thought.
He got out a piece of paper and a pen and began brainstorming names.
Light. No!
Night Light. NO WAY!
Lumino. No! Sounds like a Mexican wrestler!
Photon. Too scientific.
Flash. Already taken
Zach. Can't use my real name.
Strobe. GREAT! Like a strobe light!
Okay so his name would be Strobe. Okay. He still needed to practice his powers. But where?
Not in his apartment, he might break something, and he has no job to get money to replace anything. Maybe he can just practice while actually fighting.
He searched the Internet for any person who could build him things to help him. Nothing. Well, he is good with helicopters... Wait! He needed a base! He could use the old shed that he owned, it was big, deep, and plus... he didn't have to pay for it anymore. It legally belonged to him. He had all sorts of junk in there and it had a secret chamber below the floor from back when there was the Underground Railroad.
Just then, the television caught his eye, there was a robbery and Static and Gear were there, maybe they could help him with his problems.