Character Registration, Chrystopher Cross

[Chrystopher Cross]

Name: Chrystopher Cross
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Background:

Born and bred in Hollywood Hills, Chrys grew up under fairly generous circumstances. His mother and father, in all possible success, taught him the ways of the world, and whether directing his assets toward greater years to come or championing the future of his parents' corporate endeavors, he knew his stuff. Of course, his attitude towards the whole idea of stiff business made him a little more than bored over the years, and by the time he walked out of his adolescence, he'd become quite the hobbyist. Rebellion wasn't necessarily the word for it, no; street racing was only illegal if you got caught. By the age of fifteen, he'd already made a name for himself on the underground circuit as the freshest thing to come out of the west side in years, and if it weren't for his team's support, and, oh yeah, his record-shattering wins, he probably would've had a hard time fitting into the less-than-glamourous side of the city. Really, he preferred the grittier side of the sidewalk, because after so many years of stifled adrenaline, he was done with guidelines.

It was all neons and chrome for quite a few years. He got his own place after moving out, and had a great private shop for all his projects. He graduated from the Art Center College of Design in nearby Pasadena, world-renowed for its chic concept engineering, as the top name in the business. He had the monetary cushion, the education, and the visionary edge that gave him access to whatever equipment he wanted, and as his own designer, mechanic, and pilot, he could do anything he wanted to soup it all up to the max. And morals aside, he did.

Needless to say, things didn't blow over smoothly. When it was discovered that he'd done a little extra under the hood, he was targeted by other racers and threatened with police exposure, a calibre of something that his family name did not need. He was cautious, but didn't take the extortion seriously enough, because his ambition (as he liked to call it) kept him and his team on the streets. After a particularly satisfying night, he was accosted in back of his place by his crushed competetor--- and still has the bite marks to prove it. He was never a big guy, of course, but if agility and luck hadn't been on his side, his funeral would've been another ten grand on his parents' tab.

Since then, he's spent most of his time and effort on research--- if he was right, he knew exactly what the hell his opponent really was, but who would ever believe him? But what got him the most was that his greatest purpose in life was lost; his traumatization, a combination of eventual shame of cheating and fear of his safety, came to cut off his racing days. He needed to invoke a nonchalant means of reciprocation. He needed to take back what was his birth right. And he had the feeling there were a lot more of these freaks in LA than he'd realized. Through his more mainstream life and business ventures (his line of concept cars, and the slow take-over as head of the Hotel Bel Aire, previously operated by his mommy dearest), he started a criminal reallocation program in alliance with the LAPD that involved a little more than behavioral moderation--- blood was tested, under-the-table lab work revealed "undisclosed abnormalities", and positive resultees were exterminated. It lightened prison occupancies. It whittled away at vampires. Clean, quick, and effective.

So Chrys is pretty much getting what he wants, again. And though it might be progress, it's not nearly enough. He has so much left to do before he gets any older, and with any luck, he'll return to the circut--- with a new arsenal.

Flaws/Personality traits:

Chrys was raised to be courteous, professional, and quick on his feet. As the only child in his family, he got the strict end of tough love, and grew into these traits whether he wanted to or not. He's highly intelligent, and though he may have the occasional lapse of judgement, he's got a wit unlike most his age. In fact, he was encouraged to go to an Ivy League, had it not been for his passion for cars, but his ferociously individual side knew better. As a teenager, he got involved in racing in the first place because of it, and to this day holds a superior attitude about his ideas--- they're usually right, and if not, he knows damn well how to correct them. This, of course, doesn't necessarily apply to his morality, as his desire for greatness and personal drive tend to lead him down the wrong road. He doesn't know what it means to share a success, and though he's fairly talented at covering up for false concern, he could care less if someone's well-being was sacrificed in his defense. He needs to attain his goals--- how else will he help inspire the world?

On the quieter side, however, he's a fairly passionate guy, and takes everything seriously, especially after losing so much (or so he considers). If he does something, he goes all-out, and is relentless in finding solutions. He never had too many personal relationships, and prefers to work alone, but that doesn't keep him away from his love of the high life in the fast lane. He's been known to play-date, taking his freedom seriously. The more the merrier, right?

Physical description:

At 5'11" and a proportionately lean build, Chrystopher is pretty easy on the eyes. Though he's a typical wavering-shade-of-brunette (heavily depending on light and time of year) with accompanying rich brown eyes, he's got a spark in his expressions that suggest one hell of a time gone by. Since he's always been enamored with the limelight, he takes his appearance into higher consideration than most guys, particularly because he realizes charisma is a hefty part of networking. Recently, everything's been tailored and Italian, since, what, his money takes a hit? Yeah right, get with the times.

Aspirations:

Alright, so here's the deal. Get him back in the driver's seat, untargeted, unrestrained, and under the radar. Which probably won't happen, since he's psychologically walled from driving (he absolutely refuses to do so, because he's not sure what his exact reaction may be). And beyond anything else, find and kill the s***bag vamp who ruined his confidence, and therefore, his life. He'll kill 'em all off, if he has to. Because he's only in formal business/entrepreneurial positions until he can get his life back--- he sure isn't relying on an empty tank.

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