[ WP ] For the first time ever , a person is born with a genuine superpower . They proceed to live out their entire life without noticing or realizing it .

Alex Bennett was a sturdy man. His physique resembled that of a raging bull. Thick neck. Wide torso. Square forehead. Save for the nose ring of course. Instead, Alex Bennett sported a thick and luscious mustache. The kind that spiraled slightly upwards at each end. The kind that somehow neatly matched his round bald head and his curly locks of chest hair. 
 
 Even as rugged a man as he is, Alex Bennett enjoyed the delicate things in life. Particularly high tea and knitting. After sipping earl grey from his bone china cup and enjoying a selection of assorted biscuits, Alex Bennett would get to work, knitting an array of sweaters and socks and mittens. Somehow, his stocky fingers were able to produce the most delicate patterns of leaves and flowers. This was, of course, after his retirement. 
 
 Alex Bennett worked in a petite bakery shop which sold an array of pound cakes, cupcakes, and cheesecakes. He had a sweet tooth and very much enjoyed the 40 % employee discount which came as one of the perks of his job. Customers were often startled by his look, but he calmed their spirits with his soft spoken voice and friendly demeanor. At the petite bakery shop, Alex Bennett was in charge of decorating cakes. And he did so with designs as intricate as those on his hand knitted sweaters. 
 
 Alex Bennett enjoyed his quiet, solitudinous life. He never had any girlfriends, for he may have seemed too intimidating for any to approach. Although he never understood why people were often startled and overwhelmed by his guise, he paid no mind to it, for he was content with his life, knitting and drinking high tea. And when Alex Bennett finally passed away at the age of 81, he was alone, knitting in his country home. 
 
 Nobody found the body of Alex Bennett, who seemed to have simply disappeared. Instead, they found the body of a frail old lady sprawled out on the ground, ball of yarn in hand. A lady which nobody in the little town had seen before. She was a lady with a special ability, to disguise by distorting the perception of her image in the mind of others. And she particularly liked large Italian men with thick mustaches.
