TW: child abduction, implied gore and torture // nothing is written in detail

Jesse Evelyn Evans was born to Brandon Evans and Mary Holland, a newlywed couple that was eager to start their new life in Coast City. They had to move from Star City to chase work — Brandon worked as an accountant while Mary stayed home, running several businesses from the comfort of their modest condo, including a candle and soap business. Their son daughter came along as a pleasant surprise a mere year and a half after the first upheaval of their regular lives, and now represented a second huge change. Mary, the homely type with a heart the size of the moon, was excited to begin the process of rearing children (and anticipated many, many more). Brandon, the worry-wart, fretted over whether now was the "optimal time," and settled for the compromise of "there really isn't a best time to begin these things, but there sure were worse." They welcomed Jesse Evelyn into the world on December 12, about two weeks earlier than the expected due date.

As far as early developmental stages, life in the Evans household was fairly unremarkable. Jesse Evelyn was a bit shy but curious as most children are: the type of child to run and hide behind a parent's leg while still peeking out to get a good look. She seemed to have a strange idea of what was considered "pretty," and preferred the beauty of stitched up and patched toys to the conventionally attractive Barbies and Bratz. There were also often many fights to get the young child into a fancy new dress for Christmas, and oftentimes Mary would give it up and allow her to dress in something more comfortable. Brandon, on the other hand, felt as though Mary was too soft and was unwilling to put her foot down, and were it his turn to get his son daughter dressed, he'd make sure she was dolled up exactly as God intended.

Jesse's Evelyn's first year of school was Kindergarten — there was no need to put her in daycare or pre-school with Mary at home after all, and although she had interacted with children at Bible School in church, she was still very nervous about meeting new people and making friends. It was this year, at the age of five, where Jesse Evelyn met DEATH in the form of a bespectacled, silver-haired, and well-mannered man in a suit. The man would only show up when the child was alone, whether that was in the school bathroom or the playground or even just in the backyard. He introduced himself as Alfonse Fausto in a strange accent that the boy girl couldn't name, and had a disarming aura that made the child both confused and relaxed. They spoke of all manner of things, including her favorite foods, the subjects in school she did well at, and what she did with her parents last weekend.

Alfonse was her first friend, but she had to promise to keep it a secret.

Jesse Evelyn would spend most of her time with Alfonse after school while waiting for her father or mother to come pick her up. Brandon would often arrive late, so the school kept her waiting in the front foyer even as the sun began to set, and was told not to leave until her father arrived. Every day would be the same: Jesse Evelyn would sit patiently, but hear a voice seemingly from nowhere coax her outside to the playground. She would often find Alfonse at the swings and would join him, speaking until she'd hear her name called by one of her parents. Upon spinning around, Alfonse would vanish, and Jesse Evelyn would glance up at her parent expecting them to ask who she was speaking to, but would instead be chided lightly for coming outside when she should've been waiting inside the school. She begins to question whether or not her friend was imaginary, given how nobody would be able to see or confirm his existence.

Today, like all days, was much the same. The kindergartener waiting at the bench, staring out the door and waiting for a familiar face. Alfonse's soothing voice appearing out of nowhere, luring her out. Jesse Evelyn excitedly hopping out to join her friend on the swings, but as her shoes fill up with sand, she realizes she's alone. Alfonse's voice had led her out, but now he is nowhere to be seen. It's dark out suddenly, and the pleasant spring breeze becomes cold as ice. When Jesse Evelyn turns around to return back the way she came, back to the safety of school, there is a figure dressed in all black, a white skull peeking out from a hood, seemingly grinning at her. She runs in the opposite direction and the Reaper lets her, because the chase is fun in its own way.

The child runs until she can't anymore, silence surrounding her on all sides. For some reason, nothing was as it should have been. Surely there was a fence here that led out to the streets, but perhaps she had gotten turned around in her haste? Now there only remained the dark shadows and outlines of trees and forest, and before long, nothing. The Reaper waits her out until her most vulnerable moment, when she has collapsed and can only crawl away, crying without a sound. Tendrils begin extending from the Reaper's body, though they could have just as easily been branches from the trees all around them, and the child finally finds her voice, pleading for mama and papa. Reaper crouches down before her, the holes of the skull gleaming bright red mere inches from her own.

"Are you afraid of needles?"

It was a voice that she recognized, the one that belonged to her friend, the one that gently lured her away from safety. She should be shrieking, hollering for help, but once again, that confusing effect his voice had on her body paralyzed her from relying on any survival instincts. She simply nods her head. Yes, needles were scary. The masked man laughs under his breath — in this case, the preferred method of sedation would be a soaked towel held against the child's mouth, rewarding her for her courteous response (most of his victims would simply curse him out or scream).

The child is captured and sedated for an easy drive home. When the child slowly comes to, seated next to the driver, a familiar bespectacled face is smiling at him, mask, cloak, and dagger discarded. Alfonse, unknown yet as the serial killer and red-room operator REAPER, drives the child to his home, cracking jokes as casually as he used to on the swings, with the subject matter changing to morbidity, such as apologizing for the state of his home [meticulously cleaned to the point of obsession], or for the "cliche" of his "secret work room" being in the basement. The child is silent as she is led down the steps, faced with a hallway with four doorways, two on each side. Alfonse clicks his tongue when the child stops, unsure where to proceed, before she is led to the second room on the left-hand side.

The dull, grey walls were sheathed in long strips of translucent vinyl film, whereas the white tile at their feet were all angled towards the center of the room, where a conspicuous drain was inlaid in the resulting concave. A few paces away from it was the kind of surgical bed one would see at a hospital, and resting against it was a wheeled trolley that held two trays at different levels containing various metallic tools both sharp and blunt. Closest to the entrance was a mounted camcorder pointed towards the operating table. Perhaps the strangest thing was the ceiling itself, in which the child glanced up and discovered they could see the entire room reflected back at her, like her bathroom mirror back home.

Evelyn Evans dies on that operating table. The hollow-eyed child that takes her place is Jesse Evans.

Jesse was supposed to die that day. Alfonse had taken him there to kill him like the rest, normally not sparing any lives. Yet, while the child lay on that table, unable to move due to whatever substance he had been injected with, something right must have been said, for when he next opened his eyes, an action he had given up on being able to do ever again, he was no longer in the "workroom." The boy woke up chained to a wall in a cage, any evidence of what occurred the night before to his body gone. The boy feels insane, even moreso when his new captor, ex friend, arrives just on time to tell the boy what exactly his plans were with him. Alfonse wanted to give Jesse the gift of reaping, and seemed convinced that this child was the perfect protege, that they had so much in common. Alfonse would raise Jesse to be the next Reaper.

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Magnetic Field Manipulation: Can generate, manipulate, and channel magnetic fields. He can assemble and disassemble most machinery, and bringing a metallic weapon to a fight with him is a lost cause. Jesse can also utilize this to create a defensive force-field around him to repel damage.

When he is able to concentrate his power into manipulating even the minuscule electromagnetic forces that exist between subatomic particles, he is able to even affect non-metallic objects (but this requires training and precision).

Flight: This is achieved through creating a repulsive force between himself and the planet.

Organic Iron Manipulation: Can control the traces of iron within organic matter, which allows him to have full control over another's body.

Jesse has been able to harness the power of two emotions in the spectrum of light: Willpower (green) and the absence of all emotion, Death (black). He is able to generate solid-light constructs only limited by his own imagination and willpower using either power ring. He can also fly, travel through inhospitable environments, and enter hyperspace to move vast distances quickly.

His time as a Green Lantern was brief, whereas his access to the Black Lantern's powers remains available should he ever choose to wield it. Unique to the Black Lanterns, he is able to summon the dead to fight alongside him in addition to the prior listed powers [creating hard-light constructs, flying, etc.]

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