"Hey give me a chance here will ya? barely done cleaning up the place!...but... if it really means that much to ya feel free to poke me. I mean, if that's what ya want!" -Ross
Right let me give ya a little rundown shall I?
Call me Ross. One of the Specialists from Fort Talborn. What makes me special? well. Nothin'. Nupe. Just your average male soldier just trying to do his part to protect his home and country. Sounds a little preachy I know. But hell. Tis what gets me up in the mornings!
Well... See, that used to be just the thing. The 'normal' part. I was born with a gift. One in every thirty or so people have it. (Or so it's believed) It's an evolutionary trait with some complicated ass name so instead lets just say... Guardian Angel trait. Simple ya? Well, I was one of the lucky ones. You see it does nothing but sit inside your body, actin' like it pays rent up until!...Er. Insert some corny ass theme here. Well, you are about to die.
When that happens, an event that would normally kill you, well, the trait kicks in and turns what shoulda killed you, into a power to call upon. You evolve and adapt, change. It's kinda freaky, and hell, going through that sorta transformation almost finishes ya off! Thing is, I lived.
Again, I was one of the lucky ones.
((Some OOC.))
((Please no IC whispers. I hate them.))
((Profile is very obviously a W.I.P. See Altore For other alts))
((I have NO idea on what his power is at this moment. So, yeah, I will work on that))