FLETCHER, alexander elliot

[alexander elliot fletcher.]

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TESTING, TESTING, ONE TWO THREE. ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO.
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KNOWN THAT LITTLE BIT. OR MAYBE NOT, WHO KNOWS. I AM MALE AND I'VE BEEN
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SO YEAH, I'M PRETTY Out spoken.
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TONIGHT WE LIE AWAKE, REMEMBER HOW THE COFFEE MADE US SHAKE

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( T H E B A S I C S )

( F U L L N A M E )[/COLOR] Alexander Elliot Fletcher
( N I C K N A M E )[/COLOR] Elliot
( A G E )[/COLOR] Twenty-eight
( B I R T H D A Y )[/COLOR] August 20th
( G R A D E )[/COLOR] High School Teacher
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/COLOR] Heterosexual
( J O B )[/COLOR] Music Teacher and baseball coach
( A L L E G I E N C E )[/COLOR] POWER'S ACADEMY
( P O W E R )[/COLOR]
Elliot’s ability allows him to draw in energy from the sun into his body, which his body in turn makes the solar energy into plasma that he can use to create beams out of his hand. After trying to control this ability, he can control the amount of energy that is inserted into the beams.
Beams: After learning how to control this ability, Elliot can shoot long projectile beams out of his hands and either make something move or shoot right through the object that is in the path of his beams. He can control the range of the beam. In combat with someone he uses the beam that he makes like a ball to hit someone, but he can control if it kills the person or if it just injures them.
Weaknesses: If the sun is going through phases of where it’s giving out too much energy it impacts Elliot, giving him too much energy. If his body has stored too much energy it could come out anywhere of his body without his control and depending on how much it’s sending could kill anyone in his path. Like a nuclear explosion without harming the source.
Side Effects: Elliot doesn’t eat, he gets his substances from the sun like a different kind of photosynthesis. The consequences from using his beams can consist of fatigue, minor headaches, fever, dehydration, and sometimes dizziness.

I'VE GOT YOUR PICTURE, I'M COMING WITH YOU, DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN

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( A P P E A R A N C E )

( H A I R )[/COLOR] He has brown hair that goes down to his shoulders
( E Y E CO L O R )[/COLOR] CHOCOLATE BROWN
( H E I G H T )[/COLOR] 5’8”
( W E I G H T )[/B][/COLOR] 168lb
( T A T T O O S )[/COLOR] None
( P I E R C I N G S )[/COLOR] Ear ring piercings
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/COLOR]
Elliot wears clothes that feel comfortable, but usually they look like something that belongs on a farm, or a ranch. He loves cowboy boots, most of the time. When he’s playing baseball however, he usually wears what you would usually wear, cleats. He likes to carry his guitar around, but not while he’s outside or when there’s activity involved. He likes to wear his hair out, unless he’s playing baseball which he puts it in a ponytail.
( F A C E C L A I M )[/COLOR] Christian Kane

MANAGE ME, I'M A MESS, TURN A PAGE, I'M A BOOK HALF UNREAD

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( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

( L I K E S )[/COLOR]
Being outdoors when the sun is up
Thunderstorms
Being out in the rain
Riding his motorcycle
Being in control
Nerdy or Active Girls (Best if both)
Other Powers
Not having to hide who he really is
Being Active (even if that means violence)
All music but rap
Women with accents
( D I S L I K E S )[/B][/COLOR]
Cloudy Days
Nights
Stupid People
Students who don’t take school seriously, even though he didn’t when he was a student
Watching Tv
Sitting down longer than needed without his guitar or alcohol
Being cooped up inside
Prejudice
Cigarette Smoke
Rap
His power (it could be dangerous at times)

( S T R E N G T H S )[/COLOR]
A living weapon
Compassionate to anyone unless provoked
Good fighter
Drives good
Adapts in different situations quickly
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/B][/COLOR]
Elliot’s compassion sometimes gets the best of him
If one of the students got hurt he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but to get the child safe.
When the sun’s rays get too strong it could be too dangerous for him to be around others
Women can find it really easy to convince him to do anything
Quick Temper

( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/COLOR]
Watches the news every morning to find out if the sun is going through any phases that could
He flirts with any woman that isn’t a student
He likes to pick on Melina too much
( F E A R S )[/COLOR]
The rest of the world would be too dangerous for him or any other Power to live in.
That anyone he gets close would come to an untimely demise at his hand
The Sun when it's going nuts
( S E C R E T S )[/COLOR]
He’s not as sweet as he seems
Has a bit of a drinking problem.
He has a thing for another teacher of Powers Academy.
( O V E R A L L )[/COLOR] GENERAL PERSONALITY HERE.
Elliot Fletcher isn’t your typical country boy; he wears his emotions on his sleeves, which could easily be turned into violence. He’s a very proud person, but he’ll also listen to anyone who comes to him about anything. When his friends are being threatened in any way, he’ll start a fight to defend them even if they can defend themselves. As he became a teacher though, he tries to get students to follow the rules.

There’s three things he thinks of the most, his friends’ safety, his power, and music.

Elliot sees the children of the school as younger siblings, he’ll die to protect them, but at the same time he’ll set them straight. He has more experience than he wishes he did. He doesn’t mind teaching children more than just music. If they go to him if the councilor can’t help he’ll help them as much as he can.

Professor Elliot Fletcher is crazy about music, he sometimes just sits for days just writing a song until it’s complete. Most of his songs are country songs though. He gets his inspiration from life’s experience and his emotions. He loves his guitar like it’s part of his family. He keeps it in its case until it’s time to take it out to play.

Eliot thinks so much of his power, to make sure it doesn’t overcome him. In a way, he knows his power is the one way he survives, but he’s afraid it’ll over power him while he’s in a room full of people and doesn’t want to be in a room full of people when it does over power him.

He flirts with women extremely. When he was younger, he’d peep into the girl’s locker room if he could. Now he doesn’t stop flirting with any adult female that moves. He doesn’t like them at an emotional level, but at a lustful level, with a few exceptions.

Elliot is a kind hearted person who cares only for others, power or otherwise. He had exposed himself while stopping a bus from falling off a normal person. He hopes extremely that the whole prejudice will one day die out so that the whole entire city could see others for who they really are and no one will have to hide who they are.

He loves to cut up with his friends and doesn’t care about what he says. He would moon someone in public for the sheer thrill of it and wouldn’t think twice about it. He does pranks without even a warning on those closest to him, though he doesn’t have many friends.

LEANING NOW INTO THE BREEZE, REMEMBERING SUNDAY HE FALLS TO HIS KNEES.

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( H I S T O R Y )

( M O M )[/COLOR] Stephanie Fletcher, 48, orthopedist
( D A D )[/B][/COLOR] Alexander Aaron Fletcher, 49, Trigonometry Professor
( S I S T E R S )[/B][/COLOR] None
( B R O T H E R S )[/B][/COLOR] None
( O T H E R )[/B][/COLOR] None
( P E T S )[/B][/COLOR] None
( O V E R A L L )[/B][/COLOR] HISTORY. YOU CAN DO POINT FORM IF YOU WANT TO, AS LONG AS THERE'S A BIT OF DETAIL AND EFFORT.
On August 20th, Elliot was born to a nurse who was going to school for her doctor’s and a high school math teacher. Living in the southern United States, Brantley County Georgia, he learned how it was to live on dirt roads easily. He got some good friends he would play baseball with when he was three and some of the friends’ dads would help them learn the sport until he was eight.

Besides of his love for baseball, he also learned his love of music by his friends’ dads who were all in a band together. He would sit down and watch the fingers go from key to key on a guitar and listen to how it sounded. It was a memory he would never forget. At nights there would be a camp fire and a circle on the grass and country music from the band and waking up would be baseball. He loved the life, until the age of eight. His powers started to manifest and he had no need to eat, his parents thought he was becoming sick, in a way he was, but it was his body’s way of saying he wasn’t human.

One day beams came out of his hands and his parents’ first thought was to move. When they got to where they were heading, they’ve heard of a school that taught their students how to control their abilities. Elliot was enrolled without a second though, because his parents loved him and they just wanted what was best for him.

As time came, he learned how to control his powers the best he could, he had gotten to be good friends with Melina and when he graduated he moved to Texas after saying goodbye to her and started a band with some people he had met while working as a bartender. It was at that bar where the band had their big break, but the band’s biggest secret was him. The entire band had known about his abilities and they had no problem with it.

Coming home to the same town as the school was in to see his folks, he saw a bunch of wood about to fall on some man, he risked his exposure to save him by firing a plasma beam from his right hand and disintegrated the wood. Someone caught eye of him using his abilities and Elliot’s first thought was to go back to the school and ask for a job. Seeing as he had nowhere else to go and how talented he was with his music and how good he was at baseball they let him come back to school to teach music and to coach baseball. He’s been a teacher since.

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Terry would like to keep seeing her how she was, and she didn't even seem to mind that the only thing that was covering her was his shirt. He couldn't keep up the withstraint much longer, especially if he was going to be touching her soft skin now that he was aware of her current dressing state. "Let me go get you some clothes." He said with a smile and put everything he was going to need down, knowing he was going to need to stitch up some of the wounds, knowing how each of her wounds appeared. How bad each one seemed. Some were worse than others, and if he was right they would be healing bit by bit by the time he got back. He first looked into her eyes, "I'm not sure what you got yourself into Cinder, but I'm here for you anytime you need someone." He said as he handed her the liquor bottle. "Drinking some of this will help with the pain of the stitching." He added as he headed off back to his office.

As he got into his office he started acting like he didn't know where some of the stuff was, so she could have some more time to heal so he could bring it up. After he thought enough time was passed he got out his extra clothes, not sure if the pants would fit, but hoping it would be enough. He didn't need this to go anywhere, he wanted it to, but he refused to let it. He was letting his right mind lead his moves. He folded up the clothes and put the thread and needle on top of the clothes and started bringing them over and placed them right next to her. "You're lucky, I don't do this for just anyone. Plus, if you were any other woman I'd be going for it, with you it's different. Only God knows why." He admitted to her as he grabbed the gause and started going for the woulds he knew wasn't as deadly, and he noted that they healed. "Wow, you're a quick healer." He said calmly, not about to bring any questions about it, mostly because his questions were already answered.

He took another look at all the wounds and started giong for the ones that would be wise just to bandage. "So, what's a werewolf clan actually like?" He asked her. "I know they have to be different than what I was taught. Is it more like a family thing or what exactly is it? I mean, I know what it is, but I don't know what one is like." He said calmly like it was an everyday conversation for them, hoping she wouldn't try to swing it around like she didn't know what he was talking about, also hoping she wouldn't attack him and that she would just go along with the conversation.

YOU WERE FAKE, I WAS GREAT--NOTHING PERSONAL

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( C R E D I T S )

THIS LOVELY APPLICATION WAS MADE BY OMGWOLF?!
OF CAUTION 2.0! STEAL AND DIE, BITCH. KEEP THIS CREDIT HERE
AT ALL TIMES. ALERT ME IF IT RUNS AWAY. IT MIGHT DO THAT. HAVE FUN!
OH, AND BY THE WAY, THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO ALL TIME LOW. THEY'RE AWESOME.

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;;ACCEPTED!!!

I love him! Welcome to the site, Joe!