Sleeping_Dragon
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Name: Rex Cross
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight(crosses into Trans territory occasionally)
Body: Black, dark skin, medium, good definition and strength
Height: 6'0
Is single but has irregular relations with a stripper who has no idea what he is.
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All across the world people with abilities unmatched are recruited and scooped up by super wealthy families. Rex is of the Lovlas Family.
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Rex hated his name, it wasn't a name for human beings. Something that had been made abundantly clear throughout his entire high school and college career. Fetch Rex, why don't you just play dead Rex.
Those who would utter the last words would not get the opportunity to do so twice, even as a kid he made sure that every cruel joke about his name would be rewarded with pain until he found himself sharing an intimate relationship with pain. Pain had given him strength that most nerds such as himself would otherwise never receive, it made him lean and build muscle and definition enough to make him the Lovlas family's enforcer, their errant boy. Which meant hearing the words, Fetch Rex, more often than he would have liked.
A chill breeze made him shiver and lift the collar of his jacket just to protect him from the cold. His fiery orange eyes flashing bright before fading and the shivering stopped. He was supposed to meet some woman. A woman he'd never met or so much as heard of before. All he had was a silk handkerchief with her name sewn in and her scent wafting up from it.
He was in a train station in what felt like the middle of nowhere. The last train into the city had come and gone long ago but late into the night a steam engine drew to a halt right before his eyes, a train not attached to any one's schedule. The thing was old, archaic as though burn out of a Tim Burton movie or a Steven king Novel.
He sighed, still waiting for the woman he was supposed to escort to get off.
Name: Rex Cross
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight(crosses into Trans territory occasionally)
Body: Black, dark skin, medium, good definition and strength
Height: 6'0
Is single but has irregular relations with a stripper who has no idea what he is.
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All across the world people with abilities unmatched are recruited and scooped up by super wealthy families. Rex is of the Lovlas Family.
====
Rex hated his name, it wasn't a name for human beings. Something that had been made abundantly clear throughout his entire high school and college career. Fetch Rex, why don't you just play dead Rex.
Those who would utter the last words would not get the opportunity to do so twice, even as a kid he made sure that every cruel joke about his name would be rewarded with pain until he found himself sharing an intimate relationship with pain. Pain had given him strength that most nerds such as himself would otherwise never receive, it made him lean and build muscle and definition enough to make him the Lovlas family's enforcer, their errant boy. Which meant hearing the words, Fetch Rex, more often than he would have liked.
A chill breeze made him shiver and lift the collar of his jacket just to protect him from the cold. His fiery orange eyes flashing bright before fading and the shivering stopped. He was supposed to meet some woman. A woman he'd never met or so much as heard of before. All he had was a silk handkerchief with her name sewn in and her scent wafting up from it.
He was in a train station in what felt like the middle of nowhere. The last train into the city had come and gone long ago but late into the night a steam engine drew to a halt right before his eyes, a train not attached to any one's schedule. The thing was old, archaic as though burn out of a Tim Burton movie or a Steven king Novel.
He sighed, still waiting for the woman he was supposed to escort to get off.
