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Name: Alvaraz Rivel

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Race: Shapeshifter.

Powers: Ability to shift into anything his mind can conjure up going from a tea kettle to a six-headed hydra. But being young, his body can only handle so much, so he has to be careful. He's able to shift parts of his body and give them certain characteristics. Ex; covering his arms in crocodile scales or growing gills.
 
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Al typically wears clothing that is comfortable, not caring much about fashion. Sweats and a t-shirt is the way to go in his mind, ninety percent of the time. Shifting takes his clothing with him though, thankfully, sort of sealing itself inside his body until it's time to reappear in human form.

Personality: Al's absolutely off his rocker. He has an addictive personality and can latch onto people and things in the most unhealthy ways, willing to put his life on the line to keep them safe even if they've previously told him to leave them alone. And while this makes him sound like the most obnoxious thing on the planet, he does have lines that he won't cross, one of those being that he'd never hurt anyone beneath him in strength. Al is also actually quite the gentleman, but in the way the Mad Hatter would be. He's having the time of his life when there's adrenaline pumping in his veins, which is why he does a lot of the stupid things he does. Just for that rush. Al is a ball of energy, essentially. His darker sides he keeps hidden, not wanting trust anyone in his life enough to reveal these thoughts and secrets he has.

Bio: Growing up, Al always knew he was a little different. It was one day when he was five years old and ran into his home with a dog muzzle that he realized just how different. His human father, outraged and out of his mind with the discovery, nearly killed Al's mother, calling her a monster and threatening to condemn Al to a life in hell, to a life where he'd be cut open by scientists. 
The boy's mother would have none of it and she [i]ran[/i]. She ran as fast as she could. In the dark of the night she shifted. That night people might've seen a tigress sprinting through dark alleys, teeth tight around the belt of a little boy's jeans. They'd think they drank too much wine and head to bed.
Fera raised Al to be kind and good, but she raised him in a dangerous town. Gangs, cartels, police and general violence was what Al was surrounded by. But he did his best to not start too much trouble for his mother. He went to school, passed with flying colors, then moved on to post-secondary education. Everything came to grinding halt when he received a phone call. [i]Could you please come in and identify the body?[/i] Al's world shattered and for weeks he went on a rampage, angry, frustrated but smart enough to execute his rage on material objects rather than people. He shifted and stole food, slept in unoccupied hotel suites. Evnetually, he accepted his mother's death. Yet he felt like something was missing from his life. Al didn't want romance and education no longer had the spark he loved so much. Something more, that's what Al needs.