The thing about powers is that, most of the time, they're natural: passed down through families, emerging in times of stress, or awoken by trauma. Sometimes they need an external trigger – like drug trials, for instance – sometimes it's just a quirk of genetics that manifests in the same straightforward manner as black hair. And sometimes aliens are involved, because aliens just can't keep their skinny fingers out of other species' business. The point is, most of the time, powers are part of you. Something you were born with, or at least born with the potential for.
Clovis is different. There's nothing natural about his abilities.
They don't look that different in action. Black and faded grey rectangles are a bit showy as power effects go, but they're also subdued in a sense. Quiet. Regular. Symmetrical. And, most importantly, secretive – they don't betray what his power actually does. They're perfect for him. Which makes it all the more ironic that they're completely