I guess I was what the mutant community called a "late bloomer". I had always envied mutants and their extraordinary, exotic and exciting array of abilities. That was, until, I "bloomed". A life long friend and I had been carving up the snow-blanketed slopes of the Swiss Alps on one of our many global excursions to push the human body with extreme sports.
As we snowboarded down from the mountain peak, an incredible dizziness had glazed over me. It was like a headache, but multiplied a hundred-fold and present throughout the body, like every inch, inside and out was pulsing. It grew exponentially; it was like I could feel every sound and every ripple in the atmosphere - the pain caused me to finally lose balance and begin a rapid tumble down the side of the mountain.
However, this is when my story really takes a turn for the worse. It was as if every tumble, every time my body struck the snow, the pulses which pained my body were released collectively as a massive burst. During this exceptionally odd ordeal as the mountain continued to throw me down its side, I managed to noticed that an avalanche had started and was roaring towards the two of us.
You can probably guess what happens next; only one of us survived. That was my first encounter with my powers - I triggered an avalanche that killed my best friend.
Turns out my envious attitude of mutants no longer exists.
Ansgar Falk had seen the news coverage of the recent invasion of Iceland by the mutant named "X". After discovering his powers, Ansgar had pushed himself away from society - for fear of harming them. However, he was not without incident. He still had no control and it was a regular occurence that his body would project a massive blast, only to level a local store, project a car a hundred feet down the road or some other sort of destruction. It always seemed to be oddly inconvenient that his powers decided to unleash whenever he needed to hide them.
Initially, Ansgar avoided people, particularly humans simply because he didn't want to hurt anybody else. But, he quickly found out that humans didn't care how hard he tried not to harm him; he was seen as a dangerous mutant and nothing more. Soon he became hunted, hated - their hate made him hate them. He just wanted to be left alone, he wanted to figure out how to control his powers.
The news coverage of the Iceland invasion and the recently established "New Iceland" had, however, presented a new possibility to Ansgar. He had decided to venture there, after all, it did seemed to be the perfect place for mutants. He needed someone to mentor him, to teach him - he just needed somebody to not be afraid of his powers.