See? It's not all porn. Something I came up with last night, trying to get to sleep.
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Dustin Glassman, aka, The Glassman or Shard
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“There he is! Get him! And the girl, too!” Dustin and Melody heard the yell from behind them, then, as they started to run, answering calls from the sides, and then, from ahead.
“Why are they after us?” Melody wailed. “What did we ever do to them?”
Dustin stopped, holding Melody's arm, forcing her to stop with him. He knew why. He kissed her, hard, then said, “They're chasing me. You're just a bonus.”
“What? Why?” she asked. “Who are they, anyway?”
“No time,” Dustin snapped, pushing her into the doorway behind him. “Stay in here, and cover your face.” He stripped off his leather jacket and handed it to her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, taking the proffered jacket.
“Saving you. Stopping them. Proving them right, I guess.” Stepping out into the open, Dustin looked up and down the street. There were a dozen or so men to either side, and more coming out of the side-streets and alleys. They all wore matching red and white shirts, with black and gold armbands. Dustin nodded to himself as he recognized the symbol on the armbands, and the patterns on their shirts. Pures. Fucking Pures. He wondered how many people they'd beaten, maimed, crippled and killed in the last five years.
“So, you stopped running,” the leader sneered, stopping a few yards away from Dustin. “Guess you're too weak to keep going, mutie!” Dustin heard Melody gasp at the epitaph, and snarled under his breath. “Gonna have some fun with you, mutie, and your mutie-loving girl, too. Any last words?”
Looking the Pure's leader in the eyes, Dustin said one word: “Run!”
“Run?” he mocked. “Why should we? There's just the one of you, and all of us. Do your worst, mutie scum!”
Dustin smiled at him, and something in his expression alerted the other. He opened his mouth to shout something, but Dustin stopped him. He didn't say a word, or move a muscle, but his power reached out and touched the lenses of the leader's glasses. Touched them, grasped them, then punched them out of the frames and into his face, shattering against his skull, then ramming the sharp glass shards into his eye sockets and through his brain before blowing out the back of his skull in a shower of blood and pulped brain.
The other Pures stared at him in shock. They'd been harassing and beating mutants for years, now, and no one had ever struck back so... so casually and so quickly. As a murmur started to rise, Dustin said, “I told you to run. Too bad you didn't listen.”
This time, he did move, opening his arms wide, hands up, palms out. The windows of the buildings ahead and behind him shattered, then, like a wave rolling down the street, every building for blocks lost its windows in a cascade of shattering glass. The few survivors said it was like watching the special effects in a movie, as the explosion front raced away from Dustin in both directions, except that none of the glittering glass shards hit the ground.
Instead, they gathered together into a cloud running the length of the street, then drew together into a churning mass directly over Dustin's head. As the echoes of shattering glass faded, the only sound was the tinkling of glass touching glass in the whirling maelstrom above him, and the sound of a few of the Pures turning and running as if they had seen the fires of Hell revealed before them.
“You should have run,” Dustin said quietly. Several of the Pures pulled guns, but at the first sign of a firearm, Dustin snapped his forearms up, palms down, then clenched his hands into fists, then flashed them back to the previous position. As he did that, the whirling cloud of glass shards split in two and flashed down the street, first slicing into, then shredding everyone standing there, or trying to run away.
The screams were dreadful, but, mercifully, didn't last long. In seconds, the silence returned as Dustin released his control over his terrible weapon and the bits of broken glass fell to the street, virtually noiseless in the scattered shreds of flesh and bone, and widely scattered splatters of blood.
“You... you killed them. You killed them all,” Melody whispered behind him. “They never even had a chance.”
Turning to Melody, he sighed. “I gave them a chance,” he said. “That's more than they've ever given anyone.” Melody didn't say anything to that, but hunched into the back of the doorway, obviously frightened of Dustin. Sighing again, he said, “I won't hurt you. I'm going now, and you should, too. The cops will be here as soon as they think the Pures are safely done with their little games, and you don't want to be here when they get here.”
“Where... where are you going?” she asked him in a shaking, near whisper. “What are you going to do now?”
“What am I doing? I'm leaving. That's what I'm doing. Does it matter where? I'll be gone, and you'll never see me again. Keep your mouth shut, avoid the cops and the Pures, and you'll be alright.”
Melody didn't reply to that, and, sighing again, Dustin turned and walked away. When he'd gone about a block, he heard Melody yell something, and heard her running toward him. He turned and waited. She came up to him, hugged him hard, and said, “I'm going with you.”
He didn't say anything as the two of them trotted out of the abandoned area, the sound of police sirens rising in the distance.
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powers: anything that involves glass
protective walls: solid glass, spinning clouds of glass shards, plates of glass levitating to block incoming attacks. He can reinforce pieces of glass to make them harder, or to reflect attacks.
energy blasts / ranged killing attack: falling glass, thrown / flung glass, marbles, glass shards, glass dust, powdered glass. Glass shard attacks could be armor piercing and / or penetrating, area of effect, possibly auto-fire and shred whatever it hits. Glass dust or powdered glass would probably be area of effect and abrade away whatever it hits.
hand to hand killing attack: he can form a blade of either solid, sharper-than-a-razor glass, or a blade-shaped, tightly whirling cloud of small glass shards or powdered glass.
flight: he can't fly directly, but he can stand on a levitated piece of glass
transformation: he can reshape glass at will, without breaking it, and can meld pieces of glass into a single unit.
In an urban setting, he'd be death on two feet to anyone not in armor or otherwise protected from flying glass shards or marbles (or any other glass he can reach with his power) moving at supersonic speeds. In a rural setting, not so much. In the wilds, pretty much harmless, which is why he always has a bag of glass marbles with him.
I don't see him as a major player, just someone on the run from “Pure Humanity” a mutant-hunting KKK-type organization. He has no code vs killing, but is reluctant to do so. As shown above, however, push him far enough, and the gloves not only come off, they're shredded by a cyclone of whirling, razor-sharp glass shards.
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I generally use Champions character sheets & terms for characters in my fiction.