[center][h3][color=007236]Alexander Breckenridge[/color][/h3]Interacting with: [@FlitterFaux][/center]
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	He laughed softly at the Girl's comment about crying, before gesturing to the reddened bags under his eyes.
[color=007236]"Family Trait, All us 'Black-Holes' have them."[/color] He retorted with a slight smirk. Grey Hair, and Red Eyes were the men in his family's "crest," a strange genetic trait that [i]always[/i] appears on the boys. His Uncles had them as well, and his Grandfather said they'd been in his family for centuries, long before they became the renowned military family they currently were. 

	Alexander's eyes were the antithesis to the Brunette's before him, full of empathy and warmth, a fair reflection of his own personality. He was however realistic, and took note of her choice of words, glad that she understood the seriousness of the matter before them. It was likely that some of the other students wouldn't take this very seriously, given the professor just said that the university was taking [i]Anyone[/i] they could. His attention returned to the girl before him as she asked, rather bluntly, [i]"What good are you, anyway? Can you do anything useful besides act as a human shield?"[/i] 

[color=007236]"I have about twelve years of experiance with Firearms, but I'm most efficient at range."[/color] He stated softly, before continuing;
[color=007236]"And I also have about seven years of experiance with Gravitational Field Manipulation, though I specialize in Density Manipulation."[/color] He concluded, before checking the charge level of his Condenser, and taking a step backwards. With a bit of focus, he found himself levitating several inches off the ground, and lowered himself back down gently.

[color=007236]"So, I showed you mine..."[/color] He said softly, with a slight smirk.