Well, waking up is just a chore sometimes. I'd rather stay in my dreams, than live in reality, since reality sucks. Especially when you're in a prison meant for super-powered humans. While other are in here for arson using their minds, or kidnapping a politician's child, I'm in here just for being me.

My name? The one the media gave me was Drain. Oh, I'm a superhuman as well, if you didn't know. My power? Well... You could say...

I'm an Omni-sponge

It's not like I have every power imaginable under the sun at my disposal. It's more of a "I think someone's power is cool, so I take a bit for myself, and store it for later", among other uses. It's not a conscious effort, either. It just happens. It's just the last one I got a hold of turned sour. Apparently, regular humans aren't used to being near the bottom of the ocean, espcially when they are on dry land. The pressure released from the explosion kinda turned a kid's bully inside out, and even Deadpool called me out on that one. He's still pissed.

As far as my being in prison, it's not like they're really trying to keep me in, or away from the inmates. I've already stored most of their powers in my body, so it's just a matter of time before I figure out what I have, and what I can do now.

Last I heard, I was read a letter coming from a governer asking about my release on a special program to "rehabiltate" mutant criminals, and expose them to the outside world as "heroes-in-training". Meat puppets. It's all we'll be.

If you need my physical stats, they're on my chest-plate I have to wear.

Name: Garion Whitaker (Drain)

Sex: Male

Age: 19

Status: Mutant Human

Danger Level: Unknown

Chance for relapse: 14%

Power(s): Draws, copies, stores, and mutates the abilities of other mutants, beings, and anyone of consiquence. Unknown list of obtained abilities. Unknown how long they last in his system.