::General ::
Full name: Jace Xander Ma'cross
Nickname: 'Cross'
Age: 23
Species: Great American Elk
Gender: Male
Close Friends: Matthew Pierre Streng (co-worker at a bar)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral -" so I like to smash some heads sometimes… so what?!"-
Personality: that quiet guy who you know has a deep yearning to be more outgoing. Viscious when angered. The gentle giant otherwise.
Strengths: His physical dexterity and agility are as supreme as his brute strength. Survivalist.
Weaknesses: Social environments, politics, and pain.. he doesn't deal well with pain. And he is NOT a sissy. Though he has a knack for survival, he has no patience for technology either.
Job: Club Bouncer
:: Appearance ::
Pic: (working on it)
Physical Traits: Broad shouldered, usually not smiling, even when he's happy.
Skin: Covered in strangely curved scars
Eyes: Bright Amber humanoid
Hair: Shaggy but well kept, dark brown
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 320
Build: Muscularly top-heavy. Hands larger than most peoples, with thick, lanky legs.
:: Abilities ::
Skills: Knuckle dusting brawler who grapples enemies and tosses them around like rag dolls.
Special Talents/Abilities: Jace is the kind of guy who can kick your balls into your throat, then smash his fists into your head and send them into your feet before gouging your heart out with his horns.
Hidden Talent/Abilities: An excellent brain for destruction is inside him, access to explosives would make him a booby trap, and guerilla war-tactics savant.
Description of transformation: first his horns pour out like roots from the earth, then his hands cover in boney plates of black and his body gets all furry with a reddish deep brown fur before he becomes a full fledged elk-beast, his hooves clang like metal on hard surfaces. His hands stay humanoid with the boney coverings and his swirling scars stay on his form giving him an almost, mystical look about him. He can run on all fours with ultimate speed, and the boney plates on his knuckles act as well as any hooves. <o:p></o:p>