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Name: Alexander (Xander or Xi) Brelian
Age: 13
Race: Human

Appearance: Xander isn't normal. He stands 5'6", and weighs somewhere in the vicinity of 137 lbs, likely less than he SHOULD weigh. He has a slender, athletic body, with enough bulk to avoid looking anorexic, but not to look overly intimidating. Regardless of his bulk, or lack thereof, he looks like an athlete at first glance. He played on the football team in junior high, in his seventh grade year, so the athlete isn't too far off. He’s ripped, and you can tell by his appearance even with a shirt on, his lean muscles rippling out from under his skin in his arms and legs. (Simply put, he’s tall, and muscular, but not like “the hulk” muscular. He has normally sized arms and legs, but muscle rather than fat.)

He has short, wild brown hair, with naturally lighter streaks in it, attributing to his hair's wildness. His blue eyes are rather uncommon in a brown haired individual, but he has them. They scream, "Catch me if you can!", and portray his confidence as the top running back in the school he went to. His olive skinned complexion compliments his face.

He can be seen wearing anything from tight jeans to baggy shorts, to business casual dress, to formal dress. He likes to wear jeans that go just down to his knees, but not too long of too short, as too short doesn't look right on him, and too long is hard to work with. He is often seen wearing New Balance shoes, with an indiscrimate black tee shirt. His shell necklace is on a wound gold chain, and always seen around his neck.

He has a deep voice, usually sounding caring, but may show inhuman scorn. He has a way with animals, and when he goes to the zoos, he is seen having conversations with the animals. He speaks, the animal returns his friendliness. He speaks like the animal, it responds to him. His little dog, Paco "chats" with him on a regular basis. His mother swore she heard them fighting over the T.V. Remote, but her psychiatrist thinks she's batty. His endurance is great, due to many wind-sprints out at football practice, as well as running the 100 yard field and running from the neighborhood dogs.

Personality: He's a wildman at heart, often seen doing stupid things for his friends' entertainment. In the classroom, he's all business, however, and works his hardest to succeed. He loves to talk smack and screw around, stealing hats and running, but nothing too extreme, like spray painting the cafeteria. He's relatively likeable, but refuses to run with a large group.

He knows he can do what you say he can’t, and does it, showing his athleticism with gymnastics, and otherwise. He knows he is a good athlete, and if you show any doubt that he can recognize, he'll prove it to you, until the point is drilled into your head. If he doesn't want to do something, he usually won't do it, no matter how much you prod.

He enjoys heavy metal music, and likes it LOUD. No matter how close he and his friends get, his dog, Molly, will always be his best friend. He's taken a minor interest in having a love life, or as much as a junior high kid will EVER get. His favorite activities include; Chasing cars, shooting the mailman with an airsoft gun, playing catch, football, yelling back to that old lady who was fussing at him, and some stranger things.

No matter who his school teachers are, there's something about him that sets them off. He's not fun for teachers in a classroom environment, but other places, out of routine, he's not too bad. Maybe it's that he tries to break routine, and learn something unique in class.

He doesn't care if people break his stuff most of the time, as he can afford to have it fixed. However, he is obsessed with his motor vehicles, and won't let you work on his machines. He is fixing up an old Lamborghini Countach, a collectors item, with help from a tutor who was hired to teach him the tricks of the trade.

He dreams of moving into a large house, from his multi-million dollar dream salary for playing football, with a nice wife, and having three dogs, and MAYBE a kid or two. He really doesn't want a kid, but might take one...

He has a bad habit of walking on the top of fences, or walking on his hands.

Biography: Alexander Brelian was born in a hospital.(duh.) His glistening blue eyes sparkled at the doctor, as he recieved "the spank of life." He screamed. I mean SCREAMED. The doctor would have gone deaf from the sound of it if he hadn't held the baby away when he started. His mother was lying there, smiling at her screaming baby, seemingly glad to have him out of her womb.

The two were married, and lucky for Xander's mother, they didn't sign any prenuptial agreements. When he found out she was pregnant, he ran as far as he could, and got a divorce. He didn't want anything to do with a child. The man's worth was cut straight down the middle, as well as him having to pay an obscene amount of cash for child support, as he didn't want to sign away his rights.

By age 3, Xander was rather "palatable." He was quiet, but could talk somewhat, and was wearing underwear, rather than diapers. The best part: He was potty trained! His mother enrolled him in gymnastics classes, hearing that gymnastics when a child is young will make them a better athlete in the future.

They moved later in that year, and he enrolled in another gymnastics group, in their new home, Statesville, North Carolina. They bought a house of similar quality, and somehow brought the cars up to the house from Jacksonville, Florida.

He learned to roll, and eventually figured out the cartwheel, by age 4. He was allowed to go outside and play with the neighbor kids by himself after his mother decided he was trustworthy. He, quickly got himself into trouble with the neighbors for playing ding-dong ditch with the next-door neighbor. His friend was the one who got caught, as he managed to dive roll around a corner, and stay hidden from prying eyes. Needless to say, he was in trouble. Secretly, she was proud of her son for his athleticism, even for a four year old.

He begun his schooling at age 5, as most do. His first referral to the office had happened 3 days after school had begun. He had pushed a kid down, and called him some profane name, which I dare not repeat.

At age 7, he was rather immature. He had been tested for ES classes, and would have gotten in, but his mother laughed, and told them he'd be in WAAAAAY over his head. (Not that he would, but his mother was afraid he would be alienated from his peers.) He yelled, and complained, and *******, and moaned, until his mother made him a promise. Instead, he would start playing football. He had a taller frame, visibly muscled, albeit lightly, so they put him in as a lineman for a while. Needless to say, he wasn't very adept at that, so he wound up as a running back.

His cousin, Jeff, fell into dire straits about 3 months after he had given Xander his birthday gift, which happened to be illegal fireworks... He had gotten evicted from his apartment for having a pet, an iguana, of all things! He needed a place to stay, as he subsequently quit his job from depression.

He was bumming change off people by the interstate, when Xander's mother saw him there. She yelled for a bit, and, to make a long story short, the 23 year old cousin entered the Escalade, was driven to the house, and moved in. He later got a job at the local 7-11, and has worked there ever since.

His mother put her money into a Certificate of Deposit, earning enough interest to pay for the utility bills, gasoline for the cars, a small number of luxury items, insurance, and food. Xi sat in on a session of her bill-paying, and thought there was a terrible amount of bills to pay, even though the house, and cars were paid off! There was also a chunk, taken from the interest, which she budgeted in for him, and his generally adventurous ideas.

For all the good his cousin brought to the house, there was a counter-agent.

His aunt was horrible to him. She lived for free, and lazed around all day, yelling at Xi for no reason, beating him, and growing mighty fat. She ate, and slept, all day. He was threatened by the rotund woman, and thus his mother only saw the bruises, and assumed he was getting beat up at school, since he "didn't want to talk about it".

His grades declined sharply, which she assumed it was the bullies' fault.

So, he wound up taking martial arts. He took Judo, Tai Kwon Do, and practiced Brazilian Jujitsu. He also practiced Tai Chi, to help him remain limber, through it all. It helped with his gymnastics, as he didn't have to warm up as much.

His mother finally caught wind of it all, after hearing his aunt screaming from her perch, gasping for breath, caught in a sleeper hold.

So, as soon as his mother learned what happened, and why, she was swiftly dealt with. The police were called, and asked to stand concealed outside. His aunt was called to the Family Room. She was calmly handed the notice of eviction, and she exploded. She was enraged beyond belief, and she waddled toward Xander, about to... SIT ON HIM!?!? The cops burst out of hiding, just like in a sting operation.

She was forcibly removed from the premises, and they put up a fence around the backyard. He enjoyed his life from that point. Late night runs to Arby's (with his cousin, hidden from mom), his friends allowed to come in the house, and all that good stuff. He continued his Martial Arts training, his gymnastics classes, and his grades in school slightly improved, now that the madwoman was removed from the area.

For the next 4 years, his life was pure bliss. By then, he'd had his first girlfriend, as best as his 11 year old self could have, he'd bought a motorcycle, and his cousin still kept his job. The group had moved into a BIGGER house, thanks to the family unit's savings, and the fact his cousin, Jeff, had a JOB! The house was two stories, with four bathrooms, of large size, and 8 bedrooms, more than they would ever need. It had a den, a library, a game room(Where they would play billiards for fun), a large kitchen, and a dining room.

In essence, he lived in a mansion, while not having the "spoiled rich boy" air about him. He was still a down-to-earth guy, a spectacular athlete, and intelligent enough to be in the gifted classes, although he wasn't. He lost his zeal and enthusiasm for school, and now maintains his lazy B-Average, although, even if he tried, he wouldn't get A's. He still wants to learn, but school-style learning just bores him to no end. He has a three foot vertical leap, likes to do flips, aerial cartwheels, and a modified dive roll, touching with one hand into the roll.

He's practiced parkour, more commonly known as free running, and his athleticism greatly aids him. His Judo and Jujitsu classes have made him dangerous with a weapon, as well as protected unarmed as well. He's always finding new ways to hurt people, primarily pressure holds and joint locks, but his Taekwondo, which he trained in the striking style of taekkyeon, helps him create some painful strikes as well.

He can take the hits, as most of his training, was "Hands On". Meaning, he was not just learning the techniques. He had practical application, and trained with other children in his dojo. A few months earlier, he had bought a Lamborghini Countach from the scrap yard, which was miraculously in fixable condition. His mother doesn't pay too much attention to him, as she is too busy with something, which she refuses to disclose to worry about him.

Notes: Quick profile, which was edited for sheer idiocy/laziness/"whatever I was feeling at the time I wrote this" on my part.

Yes, he has more than one dog. He has 3, which I didn't name his third. His third is a greyhound/Siberian husky mutt.

He is starting 8th grade, which I forgot to add.

I had a fun idea, involving morphing into an older human to drive one of the family cars.

Yes, this is very unrealistic, but it could happen... >_>
It could, but the chances of it are very slim. And I don't want that in my RP. I'm sorry, though I hope that doesn't drive you off. Think about it like this: you're about to get the chance to save the world, and you get to morph into animals. Isn't that great? So, Make those amends. Make him good with mechanical work as well as gymnastics, and also rich, but not a freaking prodigy. As he is right now, I'm sorry, but I hate his near-perfection to death. As well as the fact that he doesn't live with his parents, nor does he have a normal family. We're average kids, with an extraordinary destiny.

And if you're wondering about Jamie, the reason her parents are "dead" is because she's our "Tobias" character.

Things I have a problem with are in bold, responses are italic.

@_@

I seem to be mentally impaired as of late. I lack the devotion to my profiles to consider what would actually happen, and what is purely insane. Forgive me of my laziness to think of something unique. Now, a lazy person such as myself would prefer to have it all fixed once, but I modified it again, hoping that it will be acceptable at this later date.

Now, he is too lazy to get good grades at school, and keeps a B-Average so his mom doesn't get too angry at him. Not that it would make a difference in his grades if he tried. You knew I had to do it, so I put in a nice car to the obsession list.

He needs some freedom, as most teens dream about. I want him on a relatively long leash... His mother is too busy getting her nails done to worry about him, or something of the sort.

EDIT: His dad is going to be in jail for life, rather than divorced. I want to justify the obscene amount of money with him being an arms dealer or something.

I don't think the average person's father is an international arms dealer, drug ring leader, and a gangbanger. I think that idea is scrapped.

Hopefully the final edit has taken place, but I doubt it. I now portrayed his father as a moron, and justified his mother's money.

I seem to be mentally impaired as of late. I lack the devotion to my profiles to consider what would actually happen, and what is purely insane. Forgive me of my laziness to think of something unique. Now, a lazy person such as myself would prefer to have it all fixed once, but I modified it again, hoping that it will be acceptable at this later date.
*hugs* I wish I could have been there to help you with this, maybe that would have helped. Hope I didn't hurt your feelings.

Now, he is too lazy to get good grades at school, and keeps a B-Average so his mom doesn't get too angry at him. Not that it would make a difference in his grades if he tried. You knew I had to do it, so I put in a nice car to the obsession list.
That definitely works. =3

He needs some freedom, as most teens dream about. I want him on a relatively long leash... His mother is too busy getting her nails done to worry about him, or something of the sort.
That's absolutely perfect.

EDIT: His dad is going to be in jail for life, rather than divorced. I want to justify the obscene amount of money with him being an arms dealer or something.

I don't think the average person's father is an international arms dealer, drug ring leader, and a gangbanger. I think that idea is scrapped.
Actually, I'd be fine with that. It would be interesting. But don't make him too rich, just wealthy.

*makesfakes a sniffle*

I'm okay...

The idea was WAAAAY over the top, and if you saw what I'd wrote, you would not be so... accepting.

After all, it would involve the FEDS being generous...