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3 mos ago
Current Rusty, but hoping to have fun
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3 yrs ago
Let us write. DM me
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7 yrs ago
Back again losers
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7 yrs ago
Till next time
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7 yrs ago
College! Sport's teams! Spring break!
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I'm a meat popsicle.

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@unfallenangel Let me know if you want me to adjust anything
Name: Alexander Marshall

Age: 29

Description: He stands at 6'1", fairly built, stands proper, with a peppered crew cut and beard. Thanks to the asylum for his mundane uniform since they took him in he doesn't have to worry about choosing from a massive wardrobe. His eyes are an icy blue color that almost make it hard for you to tell where the white of his eyes ends and the iris begins. Tattoo wise on his left arm is a full sleeve of famous American History dates, quotations, and names. On his right shoulder he has tattooed a stack of TnT, a clock on top, and the words "Have a Nice Day" tattooed in a semi circle above it.

Occupation: Former United States Army Bomb Disposal - 11 years

Branch of government worked for: United States Army

Location you were working in: Unknown Location, Iraq

History: Upon completing High school in central Florida he joined up with the United States Army. Wanting to make sure he got out of the military feeling accomplished he joined up with the bomb disposal forces. It was the run of the mill life for any bomb disposal tech in the US military. A few years deployed, helping out any way he could back in the states, however, things began to go crazy in the last year of his enlistment. He was deployed to a secluded Camp where he would run response missions as necessary. One call didn't go over as "run of the mill" as the rest. They had been called on some strange building off in the desert, several miles from base, that many different types of people had gone in an out of. So it was Xander's time up for response with the local ground forces. Mission seemed like any normal assault. You got the big bad door kickers blasting there way in while he would make sure there weren't booby traps around. However, once this assault went down the enemy was not who we expected. United States doctors along with coalition forces were performing some weird experiments on humans and animals alike. After a stillness of slowly realizing what we had barged in on, the first bullet case fell. They took out one of his team members. From there all hell broke loose. Body after body dropped until only a few of them remained. He wanted to do anything to avenge his friend but there was nothing more he could do besides die at there hands. So Xander did something that he would regret to this day...he gave up. From that point forward he made his home out of Stillwater Vale Asylum. That fire never left his heart though. The fire still burned for vengeance and it would never be put out until he found, and killed everyone involved with the death of his friend.

Personality: Even with being through so much Xander is a practical joker at heart. His jokes may be blunt but his loyalty overshadows that. One of his worsts traits is his trust though. He is the type of guy to give you 100% sympathy to your situation and all you can do is lose trust from there with him.

Skills: Marksmanship (more so rifles than pistols), Boxing/submission fighting, Explosive knowledge and handling.

Likes: Working out, helping others, jokes, sports, and being technical

Dislikes: Heartlessness, needless ignorance, arrogance, and those not willing to fight when necessary.

Extra: His anger can sometimes come out because of his terrible choice to bottle up things. He may joke a lot but some could interpret it as a coping mechanism for his friends death.
I will post in OOC. Can't wait to start RPing
Yup yup
Shocked by the sudden event spawning into existence I responded ,"Let's get the heck out of here man!" This is so much of a blur of information I hope to keep up. Even with this much information coming into my brain a sense of adventure still clung on.
Viggo whipped his head toward the question. As he stood he was using his dazed senses to analyze this stranger. Something is weighing him down on his shoulder which could be an advantage if this goes south he thought as he struggled to take in his surroundings. "I am a vampire," Viggo answered frankly ,"if this is going to be an issue I have no problem standing my ground." He hoped to sound convincing while his senses were all still coming back little by little.
Looking at John,"Well if I can keep my ability under control for more than a few seconds I think I might be able to help him slip out." I then looked away and worried Alright, your time to shine buddy...just made new friends...got the heelies on...we can do this
As I put my arm around Salteer, hoping he wouldn't use a sweet ninja move on me I said,"Well then we have to work on breaking you out of that popsicle stand now don't we?" With there abilities together they could figure something out I'm sure.
"They said something on the news was telling them that scientists, or astronauts, or some person has found out about portals linking us to other worlds? I have no true clue about it but if this stuff gives us weird powers, that is probably the source." telling Salteer not quite understanding himself.
"I assume it has something to do with this weird dimensional stuff going on nowadays, or so my parents tell me." responding to Salteer. So many questions arise about these crystals. Why they exist? Who gave them to us? Did someone even give them to us? Only time will tell I guess. However, I now have two others that share the same destiny as me, so it can't all be bad.
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