Hello. My name is Mercy, although, most likely, just as the majority of Paragon City knows me, you know me as The Friskanator. I'm a brand spanking new blaster. Just picked up my new powers. I used to be a Controller though.

I'm sure that caught your ear. I'll explain. I never got very big. I was a psychic healer. I never did manage my brain powers very well, and I seemed to be a few seconds too late with the healing, incessantly. It was a source of great frustration to my Exemplar.

So one day, while he was away, I figured I would go beat up some Trolls, mostly becuase I had a mission too, and because I figured maybe with some practice, I'd actually become a decent Controller.

Yea right.

This Gardvord comes up behind me while I'm blasting brain waves at Sluggers and smacks my head into the nearest wall. It hurt. Alot. Particularly when you keep in mind, I am not a seasoned vetern of the hero community. I'm 13.

So I'm going in and out of even being concious, and there's this loud buzzing in my head and I could swear the spiffy brain powers that everyone's been trying to teach me, have just shorted out. It made me ridicoulously mad. I stumbled to my feet and started to chase after that Gardvord.

Slowly, at first, as I was stumbling like a drunkard. I managed to straighten my feet out and take off running at him. Instead of pegging him with my mind powers though, I shouted at him, screamed even. Now people have been telling me since I was little that I should be a singer, I have a wonderful voice yada yada. I think I'll believe them now, considering I knocked that Gardvord to the ground with that scream.

I kept at him too! I was so mad at him and my head hurt and I knew where it hit the brick was gonna need stitches and so I ran up,
face to face with the ugly critter and I pulled back my fist.

Now anyone who knows anything about Controllers, the first thing they tell you, Never brawl with enemies, you're weak. Well, I didn't know what was going on but it felt like all my blood was super hot and that it had just rushed into my arm and I slugged him the face, knocked his head back down into the pavement like he did mine and knocked him out cold.

And that's when I realized that I wasn't cut out for being a Controller at all. So I went to the hospital, slowly, holding my bleeding head, got my stitches went to E.L.I.T.E in Atlas Park and turned in my little nifty archetype badge or whatever.

Ok so really, I told them it wasn't working out, gave up the tricks I had learned, walked across the hall and told Jonathan St. John Symthe that I wanted to be a blaster for him and started anew.

That's the story of me! Bye now!