Dark, curly, and generally tangled. His current dye color of choice is green, which fades with every wash as the roots grow out. He cuts and colors it himself, so the ends tend to be split and uneven.
Reese has a slim build, with thin legs and narrow shoulders. He has a hard time building and maintaining muscle mass, not that he's ever put much effort into doing so. Instead, his body is mostly made up of bony limbs and a soft stomach.
He has a tiny hole just below his mouth from where his lip ring used to be. He also has a hole in each of his earlobes. They are slightly larger than what might be standard for a normal piercing, as they are the remnants of a failed attempt to stretch his lobes in middle school. The left side of his torso, over his ribs, is dedicated to stanzas of tattooed song lyrics from bands he still swears he’ll never grow out of.
Reese rarely lowers his voice when he speaks, nor does he wait his turn. He’s never made a habit of asking for permission, and his flippant disposition and rebellious history reflect that. He’s most identifiable for his smart-ass attitude and his obvious love for punk rock, both of which he's proud to wear. He communicates mainly through sarcasm and middle fingers, so if he tends to come off as a bit of a jerk sometimes, that's just fine by him.
For those who get to know him, however, his eyerolls will hold more endearment than annoyance, and he’ll trade his smirk for a grin. There’s no doubt that he has a sense of humor, and there isn’t much that he won’t laugh off. He has an aversion to seriousness, and since he’s still stubbornly in no hurry to grow up on his own, anyone who wants to waste their time and get into trouble can bet that he’ll be up for it.
Reese is made up of a conflicting combination of self-pity and a superiority complex. He tends to put himself on a pedestal, and keeping everyone below him serves to hold them all at a distance. Though most might pick up on Reese’s proneness to brutal honesty and impulsive recklessness, he’s quick to lie if it means that he gets to keep his hard truths to himself. His selective hearing isn't only applicable to his music taste, and he'd rather ignore anything that he doesn't want to hear if it means that he doesn't have to face it head on.
Although his jabs generally amount to nothing more than a sarcastic remark tossed over his shoulder, he is more than capable than being cruel, especially since he’s never cared to hold his tongue. He still has his teenage anarchist personality, and whether he’s a fun asshole or an irritating one is something that he leaves up to one’s individual interpretation.
Reese more or less just wants to keep himself distracted. Having a twin meant that he never really had to learn to be alone, and he’s in no hurry to get the hang of it so soon. He’s pretty much lost at this point, and his biggest fear is that he’ll never feel whole now that his counterpart is missing. Joining the Heroes of Tomorrow is what he knows Riley would’ve wanted him to do, so he’s decided to reluctantly go along with it, at least for now.
Though Reese and Riley Hendricks were born side-by-side, upon first impressions, one would more likely assume that they had come from different worlds. Riley was welcomed first, quickly and quietly, her voice barely raised past a whimper, as though she was too shy to want to disturb anyone in the hospital. Her twin brother, Reese, however, came out screaming. As it turns out, their first few moments alive would set the scene for what the dynamic of the Hendricks twins would look like.
If Reese was the moon, Riley was the sun. Whereas his eyes were dark, her’s were nearly gold, and she had long, straight hair that grew in contrast to Reese’s tangled curls. Reese grew to develop a quick tongue and even quicker feet, and he treated the local streets like a racetrack. The adults knew to keep an eye out for the boy without a helmet who never seemed to slow down until he ran into something. While Riley was filling countless coloring books with beautiful crayon drawings, Reese took to the walls, using spray paint as his preferred medium. He found a love for all things loud at the same time his sister learned to read her favorite books, and while she spent hours between pages, he thrashed on his guitar with his amp turned up to ten.
Growing up, they eventually came to find that the biggest difference between them was that Reese had a superpower, and Riley didn’t.
Reese learned his power by accident, resulting in a blown out speaker and some angry neighbors. It was a surprise, as neither of his parents possessed any super abilities, and as far as his family was concerned, their only explanation was that it was an anomaly. His parents weren’t thrilled about his abilities, since having a kid like him with the power to mute his teachers and blast punk bands with full volume at will was a recipe for mayhem.
Even though Reese was the one with a power, it was Riley who always wanted to be a superhero. Although it could’ve been easy for her to resent her brother for this, she never held it against him. Instead, the two always stayed close.
As they grew older, Riley told Reese that he should use his power instead of letting it go to waste, and find a way to help the Justice League the way she had always dreamed of doing. Reese was never interested, though. He wasn’t concerned with good and evil… or anything outside of himself, really. He’d rather spend his time playing guitar, giving his friends bloody noses at punk shows, and using his power to perform with his shitty band as loud as possible. And until the very end of his teenage years, he did just that.
Riley was at the wrong place at the wrong time. And Reese wasn’t there.
She’d been in the city when it happened. It was a villain attack, a part of The Hallowed, and Riley had been caught in the destruction. She’d tried to help when it happened, she’d gone for the injured, tried to do whatever she could to save those around her, just like the superheroes were. And she’d died.
Reese didn’t get there in time, and when he found out, he screamed.
It shattered windows, cracked walls, ruptured eardrums. It was like the earth moved. Everyone in the city heard it.
The Heroes of Tomorrow heard it, too. They now knew of his power, and their letter found him shortly after. He was still a blur by then, and he read it with red eyes.
“Yeah, okay. Fine then. Whatever.”
Audiokinesis: Reese has the power of sound manipulation. This means that he can amplify, lower, alter the pitch, or mute any sound at will, including his own voice.
Enhanced hearing: His power of sound manipulation also has an effect on his hearing capabilities. He can hear quieter and more far away sounds much better than the average person.
Echolocation: Either by emitting his own ultrasonic sound or using close-by ambient noises, Reese has the ability to sense reflected sound waves in echoes, which he can use to get a general map of an area without needing to see it.
Stealth: Since Reese can mute the sound of his own footsteps, he’s become a master of stealth. This applies to those around him as well, so if someone needs some help sneaking around, he can use his power to mute any noise that they make.
Eavesdropping: Not much escapes the scope of Reese’s ears when he’s around, and if you’re having a confidential conversation in the same building as him, you better hope that walls are as thick as possible. He makes a great spy.
Navigation: His ability to use echolocation puts him at an advantage when it comes to mapping out an unfamiliar territory. Whether he’s stuck in a maze or unable to see, this comes in handy for finding his way around.
Escape: Reese has always had a talent for running away, and luckily for him, he’s rather quick on his feet. He has a knack weaseling his way out of an unwanted situation, both by his ability for stealth and his own willingness to ditch when things get out of hand. In most cases, this serves only himself. While this strength has its obvious limitations, and he isn’t a track-star compared to superheroes with a real power for speed, it’s worth mentioning that he excels at this at least in the scope of normal human terms.
Physical weakness: Reese was never the strongest guy in the room in a normal human setting, so when it comes to his superhuman peers, he doesn’t even come close in terms of strength or athletic ability.
Hand-to-hand combat: His fighting ability is lacking, and his best bet when it comes to physical combat is to simply avoid it.
Cooperation: He’s still getting the hang of being a team player. He’s always had a habit of disregarding orders, and his natural reaction to rules is to break them. He’s often held back by his own stubbornness, so working under the direction of others can be a challenge for him.
Silence: Without some kind of noise, Reese’s power becomes incredibly useless very quickly. If he were gagged and held in a completely silent setting, he would be rendered defenseless.
Reese usually is fitted with a firearm of some sort, and luckily he’s not a bad shot when it comes to sniping. Besides that, his gear is mostly tactical to fit his mission. His outright refusal to trade his Converse and worn out jeans for a super suit of some kind can sometimes put him at a disadvantage, but he’s always at least fitted with a bulletproof vest or some other simple armor to keep him safer. One thing that he always has on him is his dog whistle, which he uses mostly for echolocation, but it also comes in handy to blow someone’s eardrums out if need be.