Code Name: Flex
Nationality: African American
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Humanoid (Mutant)
Height (Normal): 6' 5"
Personality: Willing to give a helping hand but to a degree. You get yourself into a mess, you get yourself out. However, if he's become involved somehow then he'll help. He doesn't care much for get-togethers or group things, he's more of a loner but not entirely. He'll tell you flat out of what he thinks, he hates the old, "beat around the bush" method. A few friends are alright, but a whole group...that's suffocation.
Power(s): He is able to stretch his body 3 times its normal size, any part. All it requires is for him to focus on what he wants to stretch and will it.
Weapon(s): Just his fists and feet. Or whatever he can get his hands on at the time.
History: Dominque roamed the countryside on his Harley and mostly kept to himself. But, overtime of traveling as the lone wolf he was, he couldn't help but wonder about what he was missing. And from what he'd seen, it was nice to have friends to stop and chat with. So, he began to stop at local bars sober and found one or two bikers to talk with. Despite this, he still didn't make any friends, especially after they found out he was a mutant. Since then, Churon's days were yet again alone on the road. His journey took him countless miles over pavement and tarmac until he finally came to the grand city of New York.
He heard of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. He wasn't a kid but perhaps he could at least get one ally from the place anyways. Eventually he made his way to the mansion's driveway and pushed the buzzer.
Settings Best Fit: X-Men, Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Strip Club.