<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzXxffY-_rc/Srm-kZr59HI/AAAAAAAACy4/bfRCaJ8LqJw/s400/JASON+CHAMBERS++4.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Creed<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sabertooth<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Room 5<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Camo-Cargo pants, white tank top covered by a button up jacket and running shoes.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty<br/><hr/><br/>Victor had never been much for showing off his abilities. Mostly because there wasn't much to show that could be 'shown off'. Safely, anyways. He remembered how getting angry at someone affected him. Being in the ring with an asshole did that to you. They were only supposed to spar, but the moment that the instructor stepped out of the room, his friends had crowded around, and said asshole had done something stupid. He had been training at Martial Arts since he was a kid, and he had all the moves down to a T, while Victor was only a beginner. Victor didn't know if this was some sort of beginner's ritual for these kids, or something to that effect, but feeling his teeth rattle, blood flowing from his mouth as he was on his knees, getting the shit kicked out of him, something snapped. His roar had been primal, he knew, not from having heard it but from watching the footage afterwards. He had moved with blinding speed, catching the asshole's leg and snapping it at the knee with a twist of his arm. A hammered fist to the guy's ribs had been followed by cracks and the satisfying feeling of bones breaking. Then he had picked the guy up and tossed him across the ring like he was a football.<br/><br/>Victor shuddered a bit, and backed off from the group. Even the one power that was overall 'strange'... well, it was painful, and bloody, for now anyways. He had only pulled out his claws once. He clenched his fist and tried to think of something else. He forced himself to smile at Kitty, a cute girl by all standards, and he didn't even have to pretend to be interested in her power. Far more showy than his own, his eyebrows raised and he laughed, resisting the urge to clap. It wasn't a circus show, he reminded himself, and it might be considered rude to treat it as such, even if his intentions were good.<br/><br/>He smiled as she came closer," That's... pretty damn impressive," He extended his hand to her," I'm... Victor. Creed. Victor Creed," He grinned," I don't have any powers," The lie came smoothly. He had been lying to himself for so long about it, it had almost become natural.