Jason Scott Katmahl - Background

Jason Scott Katmahl was born to working class parents in a small city in Indiana. Like most other people, they had a certain fear of the growing numbers of mutants. They weren't in any anti-mutant groups or anything, just didn't trust them. That mistrust carried over to the way they brought up their child. Mutants were not to be trusted. Mutants were to be feared. Mutants were not nice people.

It was in the second grade, though, that doubts began to find their way into his head. His teacher, Mrs. Lindsborough, was one of the nicest people he had ever known. Then she was replaced with the meanest teacher he had ever had. Rumours of Mrs. Lindsborough began spreading through school that she was a mutant. Jason didn't believe it. Mutants were mean people. If anything, the new teacher was a mutant. But Mrs. Lindsborough was later revealed to be dead. A victem of anti-mutant violence. She was a shapeshifter, her true form revealed after death. Jason began to doubt everything he'd been told about mutants.

ason went through school as an average student, though a bit of a loner. He wasn't really into sports or any of the other extra-curricular acctivities. He had a few friends and they played together, but he still felt alone, different somehow. It wasn't too long before girls became a topic of interest and he realized that he was different. He wasn't attracted to girls, it was other guys he liked. Of course he never told anyone and pretended to be normal.

It was the first year of high school he began to notice that his eyes were becoming sensitive to light. He thought it was just because he spent a lot of time inside and didn't get out during the day much. Then the sun began to be almost painful to his skin. He'd always had fair skin and got burned a lot, but this was different. This was really painful. He went out during the day as little as possible, and even in the warm months wore long pants and long-sleeved shirts and wore sunglasses outside at all times. Even inside in most cases. People just thought he was weird, which brought a lot of teasing, but he didn't care. It wasn't until he was a junior that the intensity of his condition had peaked. However, a year before that he noticed bags in his cheeks and a bitter-tasting fluid was in them and his eyes became totally black, like one giant pupil. He was afraid to tell anyone and finally figured out what was goin on. He was a mutant, and his mutant genes were expressing themselves.

He went through high school and graduated, not letting anyone know of his mutant heritage, though he knew some people were having their suspicions. That summer, he left home. Took a few clothes, a pair of rollerblades, and other necessities and left for Indianapolis. From there he took a train to New York City. He continued his wandering, finding odd jobs for money, though often having to scavenge the trash for things to eat or sell. He doesn't want to really stay in one place too long for people to suspect his mutant heritage, so he moves from place to place within the city and surounding areas. After three years, he's gotten the geography of the city pretty much down and underground facilities such as subways along with the sewers and similar places have become his home, though he does find ways to keep himself mostly clean.

Jason has a certain loathing for the anti-mutant feelings. He is a mutant and he knows a lot of what is said just isn't true. He also has a lack of respect for the authorities. For one he was often left at home alone while his parents worked and he has grown independant. Also, the authorities are often just as prejudiced against mutants as everyone else, even more so in many cases. That's how he sees them in any case. He is content to wander the city searching for people who will accept him for who he is, though not exactly open to telling everyone. It's a calculated risk, one he doesn't take lightly.


Jason Scott Katmahl was born to working class parents in a small city in Indiana. Like most other people, they had a certain fear of the growing numbers of mutants. They weren't in any anti-mutant groups or anything, just didn't trust them. That mistrust carried over to the way they brought up their child. Mutants were not to be trusted. Mutants were to be feared. Mutants were not nice people.
It was in the second grade, though, that doubts began to find their way into his head. His teacher, Mrs. Lindsborough, was one of the nicest people he had ever known. Then she was replaced with the meanest teacher he had ever had. Rumours of Mrs. Lindsborough began spreading through school that she was a mutant. Jason didn't believe it. Mutants were mean people. If anything, the new teacher was a mutant. But Mrs. Lindsborough was later revealed to be dead. A victem of anti-mutant violence. She was a shapeshifter, her true form revealed after death. Jason began to doubt everything he'd been told about mutants.
ason went through school as an average student, though a bit of a loner. He wasn't really into sports or any of the other extra-curricular acctivities. He had a few friends and they played together, but he still felt alone, different somehow. It wasn't too long before girls became a topic of interest and he realized that he was different. He wasn't attracted to girls, it was other guys he liked. Of course he never told anyone and pretended to be normal.
It was the first year of high school he began to notice that his eyes were becoming sensitive to light. He thought it was just because he spent a lot of time inside and didn't get out during the day much. Then the sun began to be almost painful to his skin. He'd always had fair skin and got burned a lot, but this was different. This was really painful. He went out during the day as little as possible, and even in the warm months wore long pants and long-sleeved shirts and wore sunglasses outside at all times. Even inside in most cases. People just thought he was weird, which brought a lot of teasing, but he didn't care. It wasn't until he was a junior that the intensity of his condition had peaked. However, a year before that he noticed bags in his cheeks and a bitter-tasting fluid was in them and his eyes became totally black, like one giant pupil. He was afraid to tell anyone and finally figured out what was goin on. He was a mutant, and his mutant genes were expressing themselves.
He went through high school and graduated, not letting anyone know of his mutant heritage, though he knew some people were having their suspicions. That summer, he left home. Took a few clothes, a pair of rollerblades, and other necessities and left for Indianapolis. From there he took a train to New York City. He continued his wandering, finding odd jobs for money, though often having to scavenge the trash for things to eat or sell. He doesn't want to really stay in one place too long for people to suspect his mutant heritage, so he moves from place to place within the city and surounding areas. After three years, he's gotten the geography of the city pretty much down and underground facilities such as subways along with the sewers and similar places have become his home, though he does find ways to keep himself mostly clean.
Jason has a certain loathing for the anti-mutant feelings. He is a mutant and he knows a lot of what is said just isn't true. He also has a lack of respect for the authorities. For one he was often left at home alone while his parents worked and he has grown independant. Also, the authorities are often just as prejudiced against mutants as everyone else, even more so in many cases. That's how he sees them in any case. He is content to wander the city searching for people who will accept him for who he is, though not exactly open to telling everyone. It's a calculated risk, one he doesn't take lightly.