Post by Alexander Crane on Jul 1, 2008 16:17:21 GMT -5
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name;; Ross.
age;; 14.
experience;; About three years, I don’t bother counting.
time zone;; 0 GMT. Greenwich Meridian ftw.
password;; password edited out by admin.
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| | name;; Alexander Joseph Crane.
nicknames;; Alex and Joseph. If you dare call him Joe, he’ll drag your face along the floor so fast your skin will ignite from the friction.
age;; 14.
date of birth;; 7th November.
species;; Human.
year;; First.
sexual orientation;; Heterosexual.
occupation;; Student.
face claim;; Hayden Christensen.
general appearance;; Standing at 5’10”, Alexander cuts an often misleadingly imposing figure. His pale white skin, blighted only by the occasional small spot, makes a stark contrast against his short, jet black hair and acid green eyes. They say the eyes are the windows of the soul; and with Alexander, it’s absolutely true. His eyes always possess a certain glint, a unique shine that connotes his cold nature.
He cares little for clothes, believing that fashion is overrated and unimportant, but recognises the need to maintain his appearance, if only to keep others happy and avoid unnecessary arguments. To this end, he dresses in a Victorian style. The usual outfit is a charcoal suit and a black trench coat with matching leather riding boots.
general personality;; On the outside, Alexander may seem nice enough. But falling for this façade would be your first mistake. He is as cold-hearted as they come; stoic and resentful, with a dark sense of humour and a fiery temper (that he is fortunately able to keep in check).
Having been bullied all his life for unfathomable reasons, he keeps himself to himself and avoids socialising at all costs. He is extremely distrustful, having been backstabbed by all his previous “friends”. As a result, he distances himself from everybody he meets, afraid to form any kind of bond in case he is hurt again.
Despite his apparent social incompetence, he is very intelligent and knows how to hold his own in an argument, snapping back with a witty retort to almost any remark. But when push comes to shove, he never backs down from a fight and is a fearsome opponent, his merciless and malevolent disposition more than making up for his lack of magcykal prowess.
However, despite his apparent lack of emotion of any kind, it is not impossible to get to know him if he takes a shine to somebody. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he wants a friend; someone he can count on when he needs a hand. He just picks his friends extremely carefully.
likes;;
- Being alone.
- Listening to music.
- Winning in general.
dislikes;;
- Socialising.
- Cocky people.
- Shallow people.
fears;;
- Emotional pain.
- Appearing weak.
quirks;; His pupils turn diamond-shaped when his power is in use.
secrets;; In his old secondary school, he was once framed for the attempted rape of a female student. Almost everybody who talked about it to anybody after the event found themselves missing a tooth or two - even the girls. Alex dislikes sex discrimination. xD
magyck;; Alexander has the ability to generate and manipulate a green, diamond-like substance named “deathice“. Deathice is four times harder than diamond and Alex can generate it from any point on his body. He can cause it to increase rapidly in size and control the manner in which it grows, shaping it into various objects. The more deathice he generates at a time, the more his strength is drained. As a side-effect of this power, Alex's right hand transformed into deathice and permanently remains in this form.
family members;; Sebastian Crane (Father), Alexia Crane (Mother)
history;; Born in Cheltenham, England, Alexander lead a relatively normal life. He grew up in a normal neighbourhood, went to a normal school, did normal things - he was everything his parents wanted him to be. Or so they thought. Alex hid the fact that he was mercilessly bullied at school, simply for being as smart as he was.
By the time his parents twigged and contacted the school, it was far too late. For Alexander, there was no turning back. His heart turned to stone by the life of hostility and rejection, Alexander was almost silent and stayed away from his parents, spending every spare minute alone. Whenever he spoke at school, it was either a threat, an insult, or an answer to a teacher’s question. He held his own against the bullies with his superior wit and intellect. He got by, and that was all he cared about.
Two months after his parents moved to Germany in order to make their trips to see Sebastian‘s parents easier, his powers awakened. His parents were the first to find out. They kept it a secret, knowing Alex had experienced enough pain without this getting out. In their search for a suitable school, Winterthorne piqued their interest and they enrolled Alexander. The rest is - and will be - history.
post sample;;
Sample post is taken from New Mutant ForumsVictor woke up to the oh-so-familiar sound of his alarm clock. Throwing the covers off his body and hauling himself out of bed, he reached over to the clock and switched the alarm off. Despite being a Marauder, his cover as a student was not yet blown, and he wanted it to stay that way for as long as possible. No doubt Sinister would find an inside man useful should he need more "subjects" to experiment on.
He rubbed his eyes and scanned the room. After a second or so, it occured to him that he should check the vicinity of the door. It was Valentine's Day, and however unlikely it was that he'd gotten any mail, it was not impossible that he'd made an impression on someone in the short amount of time he'd been around. Vic looked the door up and down and, satisfied there was nothing out of the ordinary, was about to hit the shower when-
"Wait, wha-?"
He turned back to see a relatively large pink envelope sat at the bottom of the door. Tilting his head, Vic approached it and picked it up. Turning it over, he immediately spotted his name written on the front and gulped loudly. It had happened.
He could smell a faint, pleasant scent emanating from the paper. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it apprehensively. Whoever had written this card certainly had a nice taste in perfume. A small grin twisting the corners of his mouth, Vic exhaled, revelling in the smell of the perfume as his tail burst into view and he slit the envelope open with the tip of his blade.
Reaching inside, he carefully plucked the card out and walked to his bedside table, setting the scented envelope down beside his alarm clock before opening the card and reading the message therein. The smile on his face grew wider and wider as he read and re-read the sentiment. When he was finally finished, he put the card down atop the envelope and looked up at the window before him, scarcely able to believe what he'd just read.
It was official. He had a Valentine.
"Okay," he said to himself. "First things first. It'll take all day to find out who sent this, so I'll wait until the Dance for her to reveal herself. Until then, play it cool. Be sure to keep this under wraps until the Dance."
His smile now a wide grin, Victor made for the showers like a bat outta Hell.
