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by Cross on Wed Oct 08, 2008 7:34 pm
Sounds cool, i'll join and list the template/bio thing then my post...
Name-Crostale T. Alvarez
Nickname-Cross
Age-Unknown (looks to be about 17)
Gender-Male
Hair and eye color-Hair; Black with two blood red streaks over the eyes. Eye; Grayish Black
Appearance-Wears a black jacket, pants, and combat boots with a plain white dress shirt underneath the jacket. Also has a silver celtic cross(flipped) on a chain wrapped around his right wrist. He stands about 6ft with pale as snow skin, (hair style as listed above), and (where in it could be seen) upon his back is a large tattoo in the style of a map.
Personality-Calm, accepting, little paitence, passionate, and believes in standing up for the little man/woman no matter who it is if they need his help.
Powers-Super strength and speed, Hyper healing(to the point where even if rogue touched him he would feel no ill effects) Slight telepathy(more in the way of mental persuasion).
weaknesses-The sun without any cover or high amounts of sun screen, sight/taste of blood.
strengths-Stealth, Co-vert missions, hand to hand combat.
History-Cross know literally nothing of his past beyond 6 or 7 years back. Although in that time he has traveled to each continent in turn trying to find a place where he could fit in which eventually lead him to the Mutant academy.(is this the X-mens academy or different one?)
Family-None that is known of.
Sexualty:Bisexual.
Cross walked up the country road, the fallen leaves of autumn crunching beneath his boots, breaking the otherwise silent serene surroundings. Stopping for a moment he adjusts the duffel bag which he has slung over his shoulder into a more comfortable position, grabbing the straps with his right hand, causing his little trinket to fall out of his sleave and blink in the sun, as he pulls the straps further up on his shoulder. lowering his hand back to his side, his sleave falling to cover the silver trinket, he continues on his way only stopping again once he is standing outside the wrought iron gates of a massive estate. Sighing he grabs a bar on the grate and looks through it, jumping when it unexpectedly swings open. He looks around, noticing a couple students of the academy doing various activities as he walks in through the gates and up the front walk.
Stopping at the large oak front doors he knocks just hard enough to be heard by anyone within ten feet of the door. Stepping back he leans against the wall next to the door, waiting for it to be opened, allowing him addmitance to the building.
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