Snake; mutant; doctor

[Blood]

Name: Xerxes Dupre
Mutant Name: Snake
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Mutant
Ranking/Position: Doctor
Loyalties: the Rebellion
Description: A tall, slender, pale man. His body wasn't built for any close combat fighting, but he masters the arts of acrobatics and is incredibly agile. He would mix easily with the human race if it weren't for the patches of snake skin he has throughout his body, which have been there since birth. Despite his reptiles look, he was beautifully made. His build is that of an acrobat, long legs and strong, yet gentle hands, which are deft and precise when handling those who are under his care. His hair is an extremely light blonde, almost white, and longish; short in the front and long in the back, always straight. His eyes are a golden hue, lightening and turning into a light yellow as it surrounds his snake-like pupil. He usually carries an inexpressive face which hides his thoughts perfectly. However, these neutral features allow him to think calmly and objectively, despite his shy and quiet personality. He is constantly surrounded by snakes, three or four always coiling around him.

Snake only wears dark clothes, as the snakes prefer him that way. He really doesn't care what he is wearing as long as it isn't something made from reptile skin. The only thing not dark on him would be his white lab coat, which he only wears inside the Headquarter lab.

Abilities/Talents: He has the ability to understand, and talk to snakes. He controls them through a bond closer than kinship, using them to extract poison from his patients, spy, and kill others. He can find his way in dark places, as like snakes, he can rely on his sense of smell and detect changes in temperature. He can see into the snake's minds by simply thinking of them individually. Through this, he can see what they see and feel what they feel.

Weaknesses: Snake is highly supseptible to cold, him literaly being as cold-blooded as snakes. Therefore when in cold temperatures, he is seen wearing several thick layers of clothes. His snakes still go out into the outside's low temperatures for him, though. They, however, do not work as efficiently in this circumstances as when in warm climates.

Personality: A quiet man. His shy nature won't allow him to speak directly to people. Instead, he speaks through his snakes--which sometimes do say half the things Snake is telling--by simply saying: "Olga said this." or "Nana doesn't trust them." He never refers talks about, or thinks about himself. Everything about him is constantly working for the best interest of the snakes around him. He doesn't know how to ask for help, and won't, as he only depends on the reptiles that coil around his body. His shyness and independence from others are often misinterpreted as rudeness. However, if watched closely, Snake can be viewed as a kind soul that doesn't know much about anything other than medicine, reptiles, and the inside of the Mutant Headquarters. He is there to serve, quietly and from within the shadows.

History: Xerxes Dupre was originally born in a rich family. His parents long awaited a baby, and his arrival to the world was met with much joy. However, scales started growing in some parts of his body after a few days of being born. Terrified, his parents took him to a well-known specialist, to see what he could to for him. The doctor, however, couldn't find the source of this mutation. Weeks passed with his parents in horror. Their fear grew along with his body, his pupils became narrow and vertical, and his skin growing more and more scales; he was a snake.

His parents couldn't afford the knowledge that he was an abnormality to leak out into society, and so, they dumped him into the streets of Arizona at the age of five.

Xerxes Dupre lived under bridges, feeding on rats, mice and small birds that snakes in the area provided him with. Up until then, the boy hadn't uttered a single word. Not even the usual "mama" or "papa" that one usually gets from infants. No, Xerxes had been quiet all the way through, knowing that what he said would go unnoticed anyways.

He started uttering small sounds at first, then words mixed with the odd, eerie hiss now and then. He was communicating with the snakes. They did his bidding. They went into houses and stole warm food, they protected him from any form of physical harm, and to some extent, they kept him warm.

Around the age of ten, he was picked up from the streets by a singularly special man. He was in a wheelchair, and his oddly hairless head was what had struck Xerxes. He had never seen a bald person before.

Professor Xavier took him to the mutant headquarters, fought him into a bathtub, clothed, and fed him well. Then, he offered him to join his family of mutants. It is not easy to explain to a ten year old that he is not alone, that everything he has lived through is not a representative of the world. Yet, even as the professor waited for a reply, or a single show of emotion from the boy, there was none. Xerxes simply accepted the fact that he was no longer living in the streets. Yet, there was one condition. No one was to touch his snakes or harm them in any way, if they wanted him to be there.

Xerxes was nicknamed Snake, for obvious reasons. The professor strove to teach him what his parents had denied him. The boy, the professor noticed, took information quietly and orderly, only listening to his classes and never saying anything. He only talked to his snakes, and when he wanted to know something, he would send the reptiles to find out. He didn't know how to have a normal human conversation.

It was in this way that Snake grew up to be a man. He was constantly under the vigilant eye of the professor, and his abilities were put to good use. He didn't protest when he was sent to the medical division to help, or when he was asked to spy on humans using his snakes. These were the people that had rescued him from the dumps in which he had grown up in. Even if he didn't show it, he was almost as fond of them as he was of his snakes. What did it matter to kill off a few humans with the poison of his snakes if it meant he could stay with them for the rest of his life? One thing was clear, though; he would never set foot out of this sanctuary, not as long as there were people like him who needed his aid. This was his family now.


Password: Accepted

[Shadow]

Accepted.