ERICK ROBERT BANCROFT

[ERICK ROBERT BANCROFT]

ERICK ROBERT BANCROFT

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"But i must warn ya
That i can't help but play around for sure, for sure
Because
I get all the girls i get all the girls"

Basics

Birth name: Erick Robert Bancroft
Codename: Cinderblock
Nickname(s): None
Alias(es): Erb
Canon or Original: Original

Age: 37
Gender: Male o.O
Species: Mutant
Ethnicity: American
Birth date: June Twenty Seventh, Nineteen Seventy
Accent: Southern American
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Mechanics teacher at XSGC

Appearance

Eyes: Dark brown, mixed with a slight hint of green.
Hair: Short cropped black hair
Height: Six Foot Two
Weight: One Hundred Eighty Pounds
Body Type: Very athletic and muscular as with his powers require him to be at top form strength wise.
Markings: (Brief Description)
Appearance: Erick walks with a steady and easy going gait most of the time, with his hand usually tucked away in pockets and such. He is not much of a tie person, he hates suits and wears mostly just the normal t sheet and jeans. (he needs a good reason to dress up) When outside during the summer he also prefers to go shirtless.
Play by: Robert Downey Jr

Abilities

Powers: Erick is a substance manipulator, which allows him to absorb at will, the molecules of any earth based substance be it rock, metal, etc and instantly rearrange his own molecular structure to match that of what he touched. Erick also has superhuman strength, that which allows him to even pick up a car.
Power Flaws: Erick is limited to only absorbing earth based molecules, such as those like from rock or any metals etc. Also when he absorbs one of these materials he gains the density of the material absorbed, which weighs him down, causing his movements to be much slower. This varies by what he absorbs as for example lead would make him a lot more heavier than he would be had he absorbed something like aluminum or such.
Weapons: None other than his mutant powers
Past Affiliations: None
Current Affiliations: X-men
Thoughts on The Cure: Thinks it was just a total waste of someones time. Because for one you cant change who you are, you are who you are for a specific reason. And obviously like many other mutants he think that there is not anything that needs to be cured anyway.
Mutant Class: Class awesome 3

Personality

Secrets:
~is a mushy heart
~resents most humans
Likes:
~Woman
~Smoking
~Breaking Things
~dogs
~cars
~doing what he wants to
~chili dogs
~sunny weather
~cursing at idiots
~teaching his students
~drinking
Dislikes:
~idiots
~girlie stuff
~being ordered to do things
~rain
~wanna be's
~the color pink
~fat chicks O:
~disrespect from students
~trash
~cigars
Habits:
s~mokes to much
~can be a ass a lot
~doesn't pay attention or take orders like he should
Obsessions:
~woman
~kicking ass
~fast cars
Hobbies:
~fixing up and driving cars
~working out
~making his own smokes
Phobias:
~losing someone close
~tampons o.o
Favorite Words:
~sum bitch
~hot damn!
Overall Personality: is a fun and happy guy overall but like any guy he has his days. And although he likes to have fun a lot, messing around with buddies and all that he does also have a serious side to him. This goes especially for very certain things and times at which he just will not tolerate any bull shit or nonsense from anyone as he thinks that there is a time and place for stuff like that. And although he does not outwardly show it all the time as he has trouble with it he is a caring guy, but only to a certain extent. You will not see Erick reading and writing poetry to anyone any time soon. But he does not let that part of him out very easily and/or to just anyone.

History

Birthplace: Fayetteville Kentucky
Parents: Mark 75 and Cynthia Bancroft 72 [still alive]
Siblings: None
Spouse/Partner: None
Children: None
Other Relations: love interest~ Chleo Bateman
Overall History: Erick Bancroft was born in Kentucky as a single child on a big horse farm. His childhood was good and he had a very nice relationship with his mother and father, Cynthia and Mark Bancroft but that ended when Erick found out that he was a mutant. They did not call him a freak or anything don't get me wrong, its just that they tried to take advantage and exploit what he was and what he could do to the point that one day, when he was around nineteen he packed up and left with out a single word and has never seen them since then. Making his way northward, staying here or there for a few years until he finally ended up in new York, working as the owner of a mechanic shop. This is where he stayed for many years until one day after he had heard rumors of a school for mutants that was thought to be somewhere around close by. Wanting to find out more about the school it did not take him long until he was head first into the whole mutant community. Eventually he took a liking to the school and was offered the job as a teacher who taught, what else but mechanics or auto shop which he gladly accepted and loved. As he was delighted to teach teenagers how to fix up cars as he was all to tired of the brats he had to deal with when he ran his own shop. This school is where he met a woman named Chleo. Erick eventually grew to like his fellow teacher and had asked her out a few times and had some fun actually. Nowadays he has three things on his agenda mainly, his job at the school, perfecting his mutant powers and chasing after the woman named Chleo Bateman.

Out of Character

Alias: Tyler the Kirby
Age: 17
RP Experience: Around a year and a half or so?
Characters: None Yet
Sample RP:

"You dirty little whore!" Erick swore as he flung the wrench that he was holding in his hand across his houses garage. He was mad because he had just spent two hours re fixing the problems with the motor to his nineteen seventy mustang gt. Then when he was about to get done he had noticed a loose fitting on the left side of one of the recently polished headers that he had installed himself. Not thinking much of it he tried to tighten it but on accident he snapped the bolt clear off which was the origin of why he swore earlier. After throwing the wrench he pounded his fist on the front of the car. There was a loud crunch and he winced s he knew what happened before looking. Opening his eyes he looked down to see his fist crammed into the metal slightly leaving one of the most god awfullest dents right in plain sight. "Sum bitch. You have got to be friggen kidding me." He stepped back for a moment looking at the damage he had done. With a sigh he took out and lit himself a cigarette, knowing that he needed to just cool it and not get upset so much. But right now he just could not help it. The more he stared at the front o the car the more upset he got until finally he marched right over to the car and with a grab of the front bumper he ripped it clear off and bent it like a normal person would a piece of paper. "There now there isn't no dent." He spat as he left the garage to get himself a beer, before he made a trip to the auto store .

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