Steve Wright was raised in a Toronto suburb to an average family. He knew at a young age that he was different but kept it hidden because of how those who were different were treated (some of his uncles were racist). Because of this he always helped those who were picked on. At school he became known as the bully of bullies, though he never really bullied anyone. Whenever anyone was being picked on he always seemed to show up to intervene. His reputation grew to the point that in the end all he had to do was stand there and people backed off.
During this part of his life the happiest times were spent with is father. His father had once been in the Canadian Armed Forces as a pilot and had his civilian license. Steve developed such a love for flying he had his pilot's license before he could drive a car.
Then came the day Steve started going downtown. Through his teens he kept what he called his Flashes hidden.
Throughout his teens Steve kept what he called his "Flashes" hidden. He found that if he thought a certain way, a combination of an internal push and a kind of "letting go", he became covered in a blue shimmering field. Steve likened it to being covered in some kind of blue fire.
Steve would go to secluded areas to practice. He found ways to push the field to jump really high (to the top of a three-storey building once he got it down pat) and make a blinding flash. And if he pushed hard enough then some of the fire (what he later came to learn was a kind of electromagnetic plasma) would stream off of his outstretched arm. Fortunately he was pointing at a rock when he first did this.
"So now what?" he asked himself. All this practising alone had him wondering if there were others out there like him. At school he checked through local BBS's (this was before the Internet) and checked through downtown papers. He came up with a meeting-place in the core near Sherbourne and Queen St. The address was vague, so Steve decided to go down and have a look around.
Steve had never been down here before. He had been to the Eaton Centre as well as up and down Young St. He had visited China Town ones on a school trip but he had never been in this area. He knew he wasn't streetwise and didn't try to act as if he was. But he had to find someone he could talk to about what he was. As a result he was in and out of every place in that block and asking a lot of questions.
In the end, he was cutting through an alley at dusk, wondering if he should call it a day, when he heard a noise coming from the other side of a dumpster ahead of him. At first he thought it was talking but as he got closer he made out a woman's voice pleading.
There was a moments hesitation before he acted but only a moments. Steve pushed and his force field turned on. He grabbed the dumpster and through it to the side. The three men and woman stopped and stared in surprise. It was clear the woman was not in danger.
"Well, well! It would appear we have a good citizen." Steve turned around to find the source of the voice. Behind him stood a short (very short) muscular man with a beard and moustache and a big gin on his face." Sorry for the rouse but he had to have an idea of what kind of person we would be dealing with. The name is Justin or Juss for short if you will. My friends and I are from The Meeting Place. And I believe you are looking for some answers about what you are. If you won't some help with your question you are invited to come with us."
Justin from then on became a mentor to Steve. Training him in his powers and teaching him acrobatics and fighting skills. With others from TMP they became a silent grope protecting others. Few knew of them and little made the news, which allowed them to work effectively. "TMP" painted on a wall meant that the area was safe.
All this ended with his fight with Jagged. The fight happened on Queen St near City Hall. It made all the front pages and led the newscasts. With all that there was still no clear picture of Steve taken. All reports had him being killed by Jagged but his friend Stone got him to help. When Steve got out of the hospital He found that he couldn't use his powers. He could feel them but they had gone into a kind of remission.
Steve was again lost. He had enjoyed using his powers and helping others. He also enjoyed the rush. He stilled hung out at The Meeting Place for a while but he started feeling out of place. At his father's urging he joined the military to become a Combat pilot.
He liked the flying but not the conformity. But then that didn't last long because just as he got out of training and before his career got stated his powers came back. His powers came back in a big way. It took a while to get them under control especially with them coming back a lot stronger they were before.
He was grounded and taken of active duty. With time on his hands until a decision could be made Steve decided to push to be able to take courses at CFB Borden and finish off his credits in electronics and programming which became another love for him. Being at Borden also allowed him to use the ranges to get use to his new and improved powers. Now he could fly instead of just jumping high. And being close to Toronto was fortunate when his parents died in a car crash.
It was when he was on leave that the orders came down from DND that he would be transferred to CSF under special status. He would be given a cover and still be listed in the reserve listing.