Post by crosscruz on Jul 23, 2009 22:48:06 GMT -5
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::Information::
Name: Candido Cruz
Nick Name
Age: 19
Birth Place: Brooklyn, New York
Ethnicity:Black and Puerto Rican
Class: Green
::Description::
Eye Color: Usually a light brown but in the sunlight the colors fades to a lighter shade and the opposite occurs in the dark
Hair Color: Short black dreadlocks
Height: 6 feet 1 inch
Weight: 174 Lbs
Distinctive Scars/Marks: None
Tattoos/Piercings: The number 69 is tattooed underneath his right eye and he has a removable nose ring that stretches from one nostril to the other (like a bull)
::General::
Main Language: English and he can understand Spanish but cannot speak it
Occupation: Full time student
Personality: Candido is a quiet kid who speaks when spoken to, otherwise he’ll keep to himself and this private thoughts. Though at certain times if he feels comfortable he can easily turn into the life of the party, making people smile and enjoy his presence. His main emotions would have to be between anger, rage, joy and apathy. One moment he could be talking to a friend but if he were to see some type of injustice his personality would flip instantly and invoke in him his anger, which would cause him to react to the situation. He isn’t one to go and look for friends but would find a buddy while they did something they both enjoyed. When he’s engrossed in something fun you can’t ruin his mood, he’ll be smiling from ear to ear and in the best mood giving all his effort to either be the best or win. His anger is another topic, while in that mood, whether you’re a friend, foe, or innocent bystander if you get in his way he will become incredibly violent and apathetic.
Likes: Manga, tagging, sports, running, eating, weak people, loyalty, truth, metal(music)
Dislikes: Women, whiners, dogs, extreme heat, cops, smoke, opportunists, most mainstream music
Sight: None
Abilities: Control Over Elements-Terra Baby
::The Past::
History As the oldest of the three brothers it was primarily his job to look after them while his single mother worked two jobs to support him in college and provide for her family. He really didn’t mind his added responsibilities; he had adopted the motto “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” This helped him go through his life fatherless. He didn’t hold any resent towards that man, he saw on a daily basis what that was doing to his mother.
While he was in Fort Hamilton High School he decided that he would explore the college world. Unfortunately things didn't play out like she has planned for her son. At a young age Candido could feel a certain connection with the earth and he felt as if it was protecting him. Around the age of seven, during recess all the kids were in the playground but Candido had a slight obsession with finger painting so he would constantly paint his name on the pavement behind a rock. After being snitched on by a close “friend” they took all his paints away. Even though he didn’t have his pains he returned the next day to his rock and with his finger he inscribed his name. When he had come back the next day to his surprise it was still there. His young mind couldn’t process what was going on but it didn’t matter at that time. As Candido grew up he began to practice with his “powers” levitating small pieces of earth and trying his luck on heavier chunks. He decided it would be best to keep this a secret; he was self-conscious and didn’t want to be called a freak. As time went on he began interested in other things, sports, girls, video games, chilling around shooting the breeze.
His tween years were enjoyable for his situation and he didn’t have any responsibilities besides school. Around the age of thirteen he had run into some street artists and they molded his impressionable mind to where for the next two years he enjoyed tagging up building, bodegas, signs, anything he could, he would. There was one place where he always wanted to place his name but it was so high up past anything he could climb, naturally that is. At the early he crept up to the location and created a pillar of earth underneath him, raising him higher and higher until he was there. In a couple of hours he was done. He brought himself back down and looked at his masterpiece with pride. Unfortunately he was surrounded by the sounds of sirens. When Candido turned around he was boxed in by a few squad cars.
At the age of 17 he was in holding and with the lack of funds his mother couldn’t bail him out so they transferred him into a juvenile detention center for “straitening” out. He kept in contact with his mother and brothers, always wearing a façade when they came. Deep down inside he wanted to be free again and tag up the place he was in but he didn’t want to throw his family into his drama. As he was sitting on his bed a security guard tossed a single letter into his lap and told him to pack up. After reading the contents, Candido chuckled he was invited to a special school in some desert. He wondered what he did to deserve this little did he know what was in store for him.
The Word?[/i] Move.
