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::General Information::
Characters Full Name: Lance Alvers (Greek name: Dominic Petros) Nickname(s):Lance, Lancy Codename: Avalanche Age: 17 Birthplace:Somewhere in Greece Race:((Mutant, Human, ect.))Mutant Gender: Male Weapon(s): powers Group:Brotherhood Power(s) if any: Ability to generate powerful vibrations, causing mighty or minimal earthquakes. Occupation (optional):student
::Personality:
Notable Strength(s): kicking ass, loyalty, good sense of leadership Notable Weakness(s): pig headed, uber strong personality, temper Likes: music, rock concerts, moshing, girls, girls, girls Dislikes: X-Men, being pushed around, small spaces Moral Side:a badass [b]Other:
::Appearance::
Hair Color(s)/Style: brown spikey hair Eye Color(s): green Height/Weight: 6'0/170 Ibs Body Frame: toned skinnish Tattoo(s)/Piercing(s):none yet Style (Clothes...): grungy punkrock style, loves his hi-top converse Other:
::Other::
Short Bio: Grungy and rebellious, Lance is the Brotherhood's unofficial field leader and has a rivalry with the straight-laced Cyclops. Avalanche is often irrational and driven by his temper, but came be mature and rational at moments.
He was born in Greece but somehow managed to end up in the US as a child. He moved from foster hom to foster hom until Mystique found him and brought him into the Brotherhood. Their he grew tight with the house inhabitants and began his huge grudge against the X-Men. He hates them because they are all the htings he is not. To start with they live in a huge mansion and are straight arrows always doing as told. Family Members: unknown Etc: Lance is pretty chill most of the time, but he has a major temper, double cross him and he'll have no problem slithing your throat. He can be a bit emotionally disturbed at times......
::Player:: (This is to get to know you as a person and not just as your rp character)
Name: Diana Age: 17 Gender:F State/Country:TX/USA Where did you hear about us?:owner Other characters you control (if any):Devan & Landon
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