<div class="floatright">(http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae280/rysmarin/55ccd6aeca82baf1e74cbeea5539466f.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Reginald Alderson<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Art teacher<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Heterosexual<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong> Regi has rich brown hair, bright blue eyes, and has a smile as wicked as the devil himself. He stands at just over 6' 3", and his lithe frame belies the weight of his lean athletic muscle, leaving him at a mean 202lbs. Some might swoon over his rugged, devlish looks, toned arms and abs, and well bred lineage. Others might be appalled by his quick wit, sharp tongue, and... colorful vocabulary. Still, those who get to know him find out fast that he's friendly enough, if a bit rough around the edges most of the time.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> Regi was a priviledged child, born into a rich, influential family. He was a well behaved and kind kid when he was younger... but as with almost all children, that changed with puberty. Regi became rebelious towards his structured life style, finally irritated by the rules, lessons, and expectations he had to tip-toe around to do anything at all.<br/><br/>So, when he was fifteen, he ran away. Of course, it didn't take more than a few days before he was forced to go back by a police officer. He hadn't even done poorly on his own, finding that his own artistic talent and the lessons he'd been given on the subject granted him much needed revenue, though he'd never admit to it to his mother. Nor could he admit to his father that his lessons in business had helped him barter for the necessities of life while he was "out on his own." He couldn't even say he didn't feel a bit guilty for making his parents worry for him enough to put together a search party and file a missing persons claim. But his time outside the walls of their mansion did change him.<br/><br/>He'd seen the world through jaded glasses, and knew what it was like to live below his parents standards. While it made him rougher around the edges, it made him a more... wholesome person. Far less the selfish, bratty child of wealthy parents and more an empathetic man seeking knowledge. After that, he had a clear goal in life. When he "graduated" from his home schooling, he got into college. He chose to major, unsurprisingly, in creative arts... but he also had a somewhat unanticipated eye towards teaching, taking education as his minor. He learned how to better his skill as an artist and and help others do the same through expressions of color, words, sound.<br/><br/>He got his degree and started drudging through the horrific state of being a stubstitute teacher, traveling and finding work where he could. Eventually, he was offered a real teaching job. Given that he was barely scraping out a living as a substitute, who in their right mind would have expected him to deny the chance to take up what was more or less his dream job?<br/><br/><strong>Soulblade:</strong> A bardiche with an ebony handle, a shining, silvery blade, and glowing symbols.</span></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2012/054/3/1/lightning_bardiche_by_guiltyremnant-d4qp6sn.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Special Power:</strong> Illusionist.<br/>He can create images and sounds from thin air... Or, more accurately, bend any light he can see or amplify and warp any sound. Effectively, he can approximately replicate anything he's ever seen or heard based on his memory, or "create" any sound/image he can imagine. Naturally, he controls whether or not they move or change, and how they do so. <br/><br/>An example: If he made a car, no one would be able to operate or even touch it. The lights would properly illuminate an area, but the rest of the car would simply appear normal. The doors would be able to open at his command, and it would sound fully functional, but if someone tried to grasp the steering wheel or sit down in the driver's seat, they would simply pass through the image.</span></span>