<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Alvaro Hernandez</strong></span></span></div><br/>Name: Alvaro Hernandez<br/>Concept:Warrior/Seeker of Knowledge/Weird one and True Immortal<br/>Height: 183 cm<br/>Weight: 75 kg<br/><br/>Channeling Magic:0<br/><br/>Character Points:<br/>Spent:<br/>Unspent:<br/><br/>Primary Attributes:<br/><br/>Strength: 4<br/>Intelligence:3<br/>Dexterity:3<br/>Perception:2<br/>Constitution:2<br/>Willpower:4<br/><br/>Secondary Attributes:<br/><br/>Life Points:45<br/>Endurance Points: 35<br/>Speed: 10<br/>Essence Pool:48<br/><br/>Character Bio:<br/>Quality:<br/>Metaphysics:<br/>True Immortal 15pts<br/>Awareness 3pts<br/>Battle Boost 5pts<br/>Gaze of Dominion 4pts<br/>Spirit Voice 4 pts<br/>Thought Wall 2 pts<br/>Maker 6pts<br/><br/>Mundane qualities:<br/>Charisma+2<br/>Looks+5<br/>Status+1 (cop)<br/><br/>Drawbacks:<br/>Destiny Rider1pt<br/>Clown 1 pt<br/>Cruel 1 pt<br/>Fear of commitment 1pt<br/>Minority (Latino) 1pt<br/>Recurring Nightmares 1pt<br/>Secret 2pts (helped a criminal escape because he was sure she's framed. The sex might have helped, too!)<br/>Showoff 2pts (usually all it takes is entering the room, but still)<br/><br/>Skills:<br/>1.    Acting 1<br/>2.    Beautician 1<br/>3.    Bureaucracy 1<br/>4.    Cheating 1<br/>5.    Computers 1<br/>6.    Dancing (latino) 2<br/>7.    Dodge 1<br/>8.    Driving (car) 1<br/>9.    First Aid 1<br/>10.  Gambling 1<br/>11.  Gaze (special) 1<br/>12.  Guns (handguns) 1<br/>13.  Haggling 1<br/>14.  Knives 2<br/>15.  Martial Arts (S) 2<br/>16.  Notice 1<br/>17.  Occult Knowledge (S) 1<br/>18.  Questioning 1<br/>19.  Research/Investigation 1<br/>20.  Seduction 1<br/>21.  Smooth Talking 1<br/>22.  Streetwise 1<br/>22.  Weightlifting 1<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The life of Alvaro...Mr Hernandez for you!</div><div class="spoiler_body">I ate from the peaches of Immortality to become what I am. See, there was this Chinese girl in San Francisco...<br/>What, did you believe it? Screw it, you're easily duped. Let me start again.<br/>To become immortal I nearly died, nearly being the keyword. Some guy in the 'hood wanted my ass. I didn't want to see his ugly face anywhere near me. He was a Big Deal in the 'hood, thinking people owe him everything, 'cuz he was with the... whatever. A gang I try to steer clear of since then. Anyway, the conflict was imminent.<br/>So he tried to force himself on me, and found out I'm wearing a switchblade. Cut up his left arm in two places, before he pulled a gun. So, he shot me and ran away, or I guess he did.<br/>When he shot me, I fell and screamed in pain. Don't know what happened in the meantime. ER, I guess...<br/>I dreamed of glory and power, of creation and destruction, of creating beautiful objects, facing fearsome foes, and sleeping with beautiful girls in a land far away. I dreamt of my death.<br/>And then I woke up, not needing a single stitch. So I jumped through the window, and went to see him. His hand was still broken, but that was to be the least of his pains.<br/>I entered his room, and his eyes got all big, and round and scared. So I looked inside his eyes and entered his head, as I knew I could.<br/>And remembering the pain, I made him pull his pants off and offer his ass to whomever wants to have it in his gang. I made him ask them to be their bitch. Submitting a person so completely despite his fear is a feat I haven't been able to pull off since.<br/>Then I left, not bothering to see his incoming degradation, and returned to the hospital. In the morning, I signed off all the papers I had to and left before they could see my skin was whole.<br/>Or so I thought. However, I was soon contacted by FBI, and offered a choice. I could take the blue pill or the red pill... one would get me in a government laboratory, the other, in a special unit.<br/>Hey, it was Bush's age! Such things happened. Dunno how they're recruiting them now.<br/>Since then, I have worked on a few assignments, both for FBI, my official job, and for less savoury ones. And on less savoury jobs. I can tell ya, but I'd need to kill ya then. You sure you want to know?<br/>Smart choice.</div></div>