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| User: | rocking_out (312279) |
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| Name: | Santo Vaccarro | ||||||||||
| Bio: | General Information Name: Santo Vaccarro Codename: Rockslide Age: 16 Powers Description of Powers: "Psionic entity capable of forming a "golem" form by assimilating surrounding rock and earth into a gestalt shell, adopting the properties of the matter used. Can explosively detonate the shell and reform at will. Super strength, durability, and endurance seem to appear in any form." (from Wikipedia) Skills Power Strength: 7 Power Control: 3 Strength: 10 Dexterity: 3 Constitution : 10 Intelligence: 5 Wisdom: 5 Charisma : 7 Appearance Brief Description: Before he manifested Santo was a tall, well-built teenager with an olive complexion and dark hair. Now he's very powerfully built, mostly because he's built out of rock. Completely built out of rock. Big gray rock guy. Personality Quirks/Habits Never enters a room without announcing himself to anyone inside. Never leaves a room without making a big deal. He's a little dramatic. Likes: Kittens, fluffy pillows, unicorns. Oh, you know, just the cutest little things! Really, he likes chairs that will hold his weight, doors he doesn't have to turn sideways to walk through and people who stare. People who stare are fucking awesome. Dislikes: Not being able to taste his mom's lasagna anymore, fingers too big to properly hold playing cards, arms too strong to properly play pool, being ignored. Phobias/Fears: Santo's horribly afraid he'll be like this for the rest of his life, and that the rest of his life might be a lot longer than he'd thought a month ago. After all, how old can rock get before it dies? He won't get wrinkles, he'll get crevasses. He won't lose his hair, he'll grow moss. You get the picture. Extrovert/Introvert: Extrovert. So much the extrovert. Does not know the meaning of the word introvert. Introverts are just extroverts who haven't met the right friends. Background Brief Personal History: Santo had a great childhood. The sort of stuff people think of when they think 'great childhood.' His parents loved him and each other. They had family dinner every night and went to church on Sundays, followed by a big family dinner with grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins and homemade food. He played football and had a group of friends in his neighborhood and they were happy. One month ago Santo manifested. It wasn't a quiet manifestation and it wasn't subtle. It didn't happen over time and it wasn't something he could pretend hadn't happened. Santo exploded during an argument with a group of kids from the next neighborhood over who'd been tormenting the younger brother of a friend of his. Literally exploded. Then reformed from rocks in the playground they'd been in. The other kids ran, because that's what you do when someone explodes into dust and suddenly there's a mountain of rock in front of you telling you to never set foot past the neighborhood border again. After that, Santo went home and realized he couldn't cry. He couldn't do much of anything he'd done before. And that? Just plain sucks. Social Room 9 Suite: 3 | ||||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | ||||||||||
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| Friend of: | 15: canyousayboom, cover_me, eitherway, icedcapade, inatrance, irishscream, jubilaxion, like_adam, littlefae, look_ahead, rocking_out, sparkle_n_fade, touchofelixir, xanatosgambit, yee_haw | ||||||||||
| Member of: | 1: beforethex | ||||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | ||||||||||
