cross, FLETCHER.

[fletcher cross]

FLETCHEREZEKIALCROSS

you're awful. i love you!

` THECURTAINSRISING
i’m forgetting where i’ve been !

name ,

fletcher ezekial cross.

nicknames ,

fletch, fletchy.

age and year ,

sixteen, junior.

sexual preference ,

gay.

birthday ,

december 21st.

species ,

angel werewolf.

occupation ,

winterthorne student.

magyck ,

wields ice.
weather control.
werewolf transformation ftw.

` MYBREATHFOGGEDUPTHEGLASS
so i drew a new face and laughed !

eyes ,

light blue and icy.

hair ,

blonde/brown. short, spiky, unkempt.

body type,

too thin. s'what he gets for eating chocolate.

distinguishing features ,

uh, he turns into a fucking wolf?

best feature ,

eyes? ass? ;]

face claim ,

alex mckee!

` LITTLEDEATHSINMUSICALBEDS
so it sees i’m someone i’ve never met !

likes ,

winter. guys. birds. snow. noodles. laughter. blue. white. reading. puzzles. cinnamon. scarves. astronomy. plants.

dislikes ,

liars. driving. romantic movies. cats. spicy food. insects. old people. heights. sweater-vests. screamo. country music. plaid.

strengths ,

good at planning things out.
solving puzzles.
writing.
can withstand low temperatures.

weaknesses ,

dealing with emotions.
heights.
emma.
chocolate.
lying.

fears ,

heights.
most other werewolves.
dying.

quirks ,

bites his lip.
sings when he’s alone.
always eating chocolate.

secrets ,

father’s in jail.
might be in love with two people.
oh, and he tried to kill kaden. but that’s not much of a secret anymore.

personality ,

dedicated;; Once you set Fletcher to a task, there’s no getting him out of it. He remains focused and dedicated to each thing he does; he sees it through to the end, no matter what. Sometimes it’s out of the good will in his heart, and sometimes it’s just because he’s stubborn (a personality trait that shines through very, very well). If you can tell, props to you.

shy;; Though he puts on the ‘don’t mess with me’ act, Fletcher’s actually the quiet, shy type. He doesn’t particularly like to remain silent, but sometimes out of fear of embarrassment of lack of things to say, he’ll just watch you go along on whatever rant/discussion. You’ll know if he likes you, too—it’s easy to make him blush if he does. Even though he’ll tell you to go ‘fuck off and die’, the pink in his face and the twitch of his lips into a small smile gives him away.

doesn’t trust easily;; Fletch has never trusted people easily. It started mostly out of his parents’ lack of trust in him in that they did not tell him of his true powers until he discovered them on his own. From then on, it was a bit harder to get to know him, a bit harder to talk to Fletcher, a bit harder to get him to let you take him downtown for some coffee [which he isn’t too fond of anyway, so good luck with that].

worrisome;; As much as he’d like to be one of the people who live their life on the edge, Fletcher’s usually worried that he’ll get caught, or someone will get hurt, or something like that. When people bring him on spontaneous [usually dangerous] adventures, it scares the shit out of him, and at the same time gives him a thrill that he loves. Just don’t complain to me when he freezes your ass off for pushing him off a waterfall.

secret-keeper;; For a guy who doesn’t trust easily, a lot of people find it’s easy to trust him. Go figure. He’s a wonderful secret-keeper, and anything you tell him will remain locked up inside him until the day he dies. Unless, of course, the secret endangers the person’s health—like abuse or addiction. Then he’ll tell someone, but after serious consideration.

smart;; Fletcher is actually a pretty smart guy. He knows what the teacher’s talking about for a good deal of time, and though it doesn’t look like he’s paying attention at all, he subtly picks up what the discussion is on. He’s witty as well, when he wants to be. Oh, and sarcasm is a biggie. Cynical, too. Not sure how that fits under smart, but...

`I’MNOTCRAZYI’MJUSTALITTLEUNWELL
i know, right now you can’t tell !

favorite cereal?

cocoa puffs!

deal or no deal?

no deal—wait, uh. D: DEAL!

opinion on pink, fuzzy handcuffs?

“you have three seconds to get out of my sight.”

if confronted by the living dead, what would you do?

OH SHIT, RUN!

` WORDSOFWISDOMFORTHEWEARY
see who gets it in the end !

family ,

michael cross {imprisonedFATHER}
caroline cross {heartbrokenMOTHER}

pets ,

monster, his blue lovebird.

best memory ,

seeing and holding emma for the first time.

worst memory ,

having to decide between parker and andrew.

history ,

Fletcher had been bottling up his rage since he was five years old, and finally let it out at the age of fourteen. He had never had a true family in all of his life. His father, Michael Cross, was caught committing a crime (he still doesn’t know what, his mother refused to tell him) and sentenced to a lifetime in jail when he was only five years old. He remembered in elementary school on parents day his friends would all be saying, “Oh, my dad’s a doctor,” or, “My dad’s a police officer”. He remembered when he looked up, having said, “My dad’s in jail,” and all the eyes were laid on him. He felt as if the whole world had turned around. He was Fletcher Cross—the boy with the father who was in jail, and nothing more.

His mother, Caroline got over her husband’s depart early in her life. Within two months she had begun to date freely, returning every month or so with a different boyfriend, sometimes younger than her by ten years or older by twenty (it was a little rare to have her date someone her own age). When Fletcher was eleven she had begun to date the entire male faculty in his school, changing boyfriends every three weeks. It was never a surprise for him to come home and see his math teacher embracing his mother. His past experiences with love have told him not to try and go into that certain field of emotion again, so he pretty much keeps to himself.

His life turned around when he went through the change (apparently having genes from both his parents—a feat he would have never guessed); he soon found himself a white and light brown werewolf, running at high speeds through the forests, his fur whipping around him. Running was the only thing that kept him alive, the only thing that gave him joy in the world. Fletcher dove into what might have been depression at the news of moving from his home in Vermont (at age fifteen) had it not been for the first time he saw Castle Ayelet. The skies were azure, the trees a rich green, and the snow that coated it all pure white. He couldn’t think of anything else except for the wind through his hair. It wasn’t so bad, was it?

` WE’RETHEPARTYYOU’RETHEPEOPLE
let’s make this night a classic !

codename ,

sazxv! >D

agent number ,

one plus two plus three plus four plus…

mission time ,

holy shit, i’m a secret agent?!

directive ,[/i]

and all *I* want to do is kill the motherfucking snakes. who are kind of molesting my plane.

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