[b]Appearance[/b]
Long black hair falling at about his shoulders when he doesn't have it pulled back. Standing at about 6'0, hes rather lean in build. He has chiseled features, but depression and drug use have left him with bags under is eyes as he doesn't sleep much. He has bright green eyes and scars all across his face mostly centered around his lips and part of his right cheek. He wears combat boots and black jeans, either with no shirt under a thick jacket (or none at all) or with a clean white or red tank-top. He has both his ears pierced in different spots, the left ear having a string of hoops outlining it, and both sides of his nose had metal studs and there was a bar with two ball on it through the bridge of his nose.

 He has a collection of different tattoos on his arms and parts of his body, though his ribs have a lot of scarring and can never be truly covered in art as he would like. He is a fan of classical art so has many of famous paintings tattooed somewhere on his body. He also has an image of an angel and a demon clashing swords right above his shirt line on the front of his neck. 


[b]Name:[/b] Mordecai Ambrosius Dent (Ambrose) 


[b]Age:[/b] 19


[b]Gender:[/b] Male


[b]Personality:[/b] Ambrose is a fighter at heart, and he can hardly ever turn down a challenge. Hardly, not never. He rarely underestimates a person and is not quick to judge, though it can be said that he isn't too comfortable around anyone he hasn't know a while. He's a rather solitary person, and rarely talks to anyone when he doesn't need to. Since he was younger he’s had some mental issues and is clinically depressed, though he’s on medication for it. Very level headed, he knows there's a lot to learn when you don't always jump the gun, that's not to say he's not had his shadier moments, and some things bring out a darker side in him. Some times his depression gets the best of him and he can't tolerate to talk to people.


[b]Background:[/b] Ambrose grew up in Los Angeles in what most people would call a hood. His many foster families never stuck around that long. Most of his memories are of his friends in those hoods. He was always smarter than most of his classmates but in no way a genius that stood out, so schooling was never difficult for him. When he was 13, he started hanging out with a few drug dealers and made some money, eventually making enough to buy his own apartment. Then, shit hit the fan. One of the older kids, who Ambrose had given the money to, even purchased the apartment, he slowly grew jealous of Ambrose and had him beat on his way home from school when he was 15.

After that he trained every day, in the hopes that no one would ever beat him so badly again. That night they smashed his face against the concrete so hard he could have sworn he could hear his mother's voice, another smash, and it was gone. One boy pulled out a switchblade when Ambrose's leg had broken and he started stabbing him, a man came and chased the kids away as he bled out in the streets. When he finally graduated high school he got a job and saved up enough to get himself into a real college, this was his first year there and he still had yet to figure out what his major would be in, hopefully a department that accepted the tattoos and piercings.


[b]Chosen Pill Color:[/b] Dark Purple


[b]Other:[/b]
Dimensiokinesis, Regeneration/Enhanced Healing, Advanced Reflexes

Loves music, may be his major but is also into a lot of science, and feels that he could better the world somehow by using it. He's conflicted atm as to which he will choose. He smokes quite often and has a history of drug use but it's not a problem any more.