Character's real name: Skoliro(he doesn't really have a last name, he named himself)
Codename: same^^

Gender: Male
Age: 17
Nationality/Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birthplace: unknown
Personality: he has many different moods, his main one is kinda laid-back and mysterious
Notes (hobbies, phobias, worries, ect.): vegetarian, gets sick to-his-stomach when some one eats meat around him

Side (good, bad, or neutral): neutral, though leaning more to-wards bad

Everyday clothing: Red hoodie and pants. Feet are bare.
Uniform (when you become an X-Man, your uniform will receive an X-Men logo): large black suit kinda like a unitard with slits in the back for his wings. his head is bare as are his hands and feet.
Pajamas: sleeps in his clothes(when he sleeps)

Hair color and style: bleach blonde shaggy and long, surfer style(some-what enlarged ears can be seen on his head though they dont help his human hearing much)
Eye color: green
Height: 5'9"
Build: quite skinny, though he does have some real muscle

Scars:three long one across his back(looks like there from a whip) well hidden by his wings
Tattoos:none
Piercings:none

Description of ability(ies): Has leathery bat-like wings which he can use to fly and he can communicate with nocturnal animals. Also, he can understand and emit pulses for echolocation. His mutation breaks him down into two parts, bat and human. His bat portion then breaks down into vampire and fruit bat. Therefore, on occasion he must drink the blood of another ,and every other meal he is a vegetarian.
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies): wings always get in the way and he cannot communicate with other animals
Fighting style (if any):none really

History of your character: When Skoliro was a child he was beaten and hated because of his difference. His family leaving him to fend for himself in the wilderness. It was then when he came strong, in mind and in muscle. He conquered the animals and became one with them... all to comfort his aching heart. He soon realized his heart meant nothing to real life but his mind meant all. He worked with his mind, became more knowledgeable then every one he used to know. This was not enough for him though, he strived to learn more. He surveyed the animals large and small... searching for every speck of knowledge.

Sample RP:He watched as the rabbit jumped out, saw the muscles pulse, saw the blood pouring through its veins, and, pounced. He listened for the beat of it's tiny heart to stop. The little creature was now dead. He wondered if it's soul had gone to heaven or if it had gone to hell. Ether way he was to hungry to care. He tossed the weightless corpse into the air and caught in his out stretched maw. Placing it on the ground first he tore at the flesh, eating most of the organs first and then the muscle. He ate the brain last. His pack had only laughed at this time-consuming way of eating but he did not care. He dug a hole and placed the rest of the forgotten animal into it's core and pushed the dirt back over it. Another thing his pack had made fun of him for. He didn't care what they though any more, now that he was on his own. He thought of his mother. She had died in a very same matter. He sat and raised his snout to the sky, letting a low mournful howl escape into the unforgiving world. The death of yet another creature in this huge world did not seem much to most, but to him it meant his heart had died to be reborn once more. Often he had gone through this painful experience. Things tended to give there life away in his presence. Being the king of all things dark was hard enough the first time through, but to be born again and again in different forms was unspeakable. And now to become in the form of a wolf, as beautiful creature as it may be, his black heart mourned. This was the first form he had ever lived through. His mother was caring, she understood him, she loved him even though he was the most evil thing that ever lived. But soon, like all the others, she died. His family this time around were already dead, not that he cared. His travels through this unforgiving world had been tragic, to say the least and he no longer cared about any. Why had God choose him, his first and possibly most loyal being to be his archenemy. He would never know for sure. God hardly ever conversed with him, not that it would make much difference...

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