Brendan is a gentle, tall young man with pale White-blond hair, sky-blue eyes, and a soft smile that makes him look like he never knows anger. His presence is comforting, warm, almost glowing — the kind of guy who makes people instinctively lean toward him.

Everyone thinks he’s unshakeably sweet, endlessly helpful, and always available. And Brendan lets them think that.

What no one sees is the exhaustion: the aching muscles, the sleepless nights, the electrical burn under his skin from overusing his powers. Brendan’s lightning abilities drain him far more than he admits — and using them too often makes him dizzy, weak, and in pain.

But people constantly ask him for favors. Fix this. Charge that. Make lights work. Help with training. Make a joke. Be the friendly one. Be the sunshine.

Brendan never says no.
He smiles. He nods. He helps.
Even when it hurts.

Your OC is the only one who notices his slow decline — the shadows under his eyes, the way his hands tremble when he thinks no one is looking.

And one day... everything crashes.