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NATIONAL SUPERS AGENCY
MUTANT REGISTRATION ACT
WASHINGTON, DC
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SURNAME:.................... Rodriguez
GIVEN NAME:................ Dylan Anthony
ALIAS:......................... Geo
DATE OF BIRTH:........... March 15th; 22 Years Old
PLACE OF BIRTH:......... Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic
LAST KNOWN LOCAL:.... Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters
NEXT-of-KIN:................
MUTANT POWERS:....... Geokinesis, and Arborkinesis
MUTATION LEVEL:........ Alpha
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PERSONALITY:
+Music
+Sports
+His powers
-Being restrained
-Not being able to use his powers
-Being poked
Dylan is generally a fun-loving guy who isn't afraid to loosen up and have a good time. He's always relaxed and usually happy. It's rare that you would find him upset over something, or dead serious. He's one of the happier people who greets with a smile, whether it's fake or not. The hardest thing to do is make Dylan upset. However, there have been times when he has been pushed over the edge. These times are usually when someone begins insulting or trying to hurt one of his friends. He's very protective of those that he considers close to him, and when it seems likely that things might escalate, he will either escalate with the offender, or he will try to separate people from the situation. He is serious about his work, and often tries to finish without any problems. On missions, Dylan is known to follow orders, normally without question, till the job gets done. While on missions, he also understands that there is a time and place for jokes, and a mission may not be the best place.
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KNOWN HISTORY:.......I was born within the heart of Santa Domingo. Albeit it was the Ghetto, it was still my birth place. "Usted debe estar en casa todos los días a las cinco en punto. Un poco más tarde y se queda a la estación de policía." My orders were simple. Get home before it got dark, and if I could not, I was to run directly to the police station to stay safe. You would think that they were given by my parents right? Well no. As far as I know, I've only lived with my grandparents in their small house. Many question how a child lived without either of his parents, but I have heard stories about my father from my grandparents. Mainly that he was a very, active man, to say the least. Its been said that my father was a Drug Lord who also smuggled weapons and sometimes people into the Dominican Republic at night. In dealing with my mother, I'm told she up and disappeared shortly after I was born. Its not like I needed either of my parents as I could do alright with my grandparents help.
The streets of Santa Domingo were never a safe place for children to play, but given where most of us lived, it was the only place to play. Soccer was the first sport introduced to my friends and I by my grandfather who also taught us the basis. We had taken it upon ourselves to practice in the streets during the rush hour time of day. What better way to gain awareness, then to play through fast moving traffic? Unfortunately all of my fun ended when a soccer agent from America found us playing in the streets. Apparently he had saw some type of potential within us for greater things. Around this time, my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, so I was bit skeptical on the thought of leaving them alone. At the age of five, after speaking with my grandparents, I was taken to a training facility located in the heart of Santa Domingo. While we trained my athletic skills, I was also slowly taught the basics of the English language, in case I was recruited for an English team. Sadly enough, a nightmare from my father's past had caught up with me. On my way to the hotel that I had been staying at with a few of the other training kids and our managers, I was grabbed and soon found myself unconscious.
When I awoke, I was in a dimly lit room tied down to a chair. Besides me were a few other kids from the training camp, and before long our kidnapper had revealed himself. Apparently, like me, the other children had family members who worked in the drug/smuggling business, and they were to pay for it as well. If we wanted to live to see another day, there were things that we would need to do for them in order to clear our family names. After each day of the Soccer Training Camp, we were to meet in an Abandoned alley to get picked up from there. From then on, the training for our second lives began. Directly after Soccer practice we'd be taken back to the large building which served as a cover for the Underground Operation directly below it. There we were taught the tools needed to make sure we would never be caught. Lock picking. I learned hot to pick the locks of small cars to large buses, and apartment doors in a matter of three months. Even still in the heists to come those would not be my tasks. Given my looks as a child, distractions were my job. For a reason unknown to me, everyone believed me to be irresistibly cute. Cute enough that they'd stop what they were doing and follow me to find my "lost parents". One boy during our training threatened to leave and call the cops, but as he fled was shot down before our very eyes. No tears were shed as we were told crying was a weakness. While we proceeded with life telling no one of our activities at night, I was contacted by FC Barcelona's junior team. Tryouts occurred, and I made it onto the team. However, as it was the off-season, I'd travel between the training site in Santa Domingo, and then my own Soccer Camp to increase my training camp.
It was around this time, that I noticed strange things occurring with the ground around me. While performing another heist, I locked five locks before my friend was forced to shoot someone. After shooting them, he was told to shoot the person's child, but alas he could not, and because of this, he himself was shot. Immediately I began to cry, and was punched in the face for it. As I touched the ground while wiping my tears away. It had begun to crack slightly and the pebbles began to dance around my hand. Those of us on the heist were then threatened with death as well if we could not do our jobs correctly. When we returned I snuck away under the pretense of going to the bathroom. While I ran an alarm was sounded as men began to chase after me. It was not until a bullet grazed my arm that I felt everything end. Immediately, I crashed into the floor crying and scared.
A heavy male's hand was slammed directly onto the wound causing me to scream in my pain. But as he prepared to drag me away, the ground itself began to shake. My powers had spun out of control causing a small earthquake to hit Santa Domingo. Immediately, Scott Summers and the X-Men were notified and were soon on the scene. I heard her soothing voice in my head slowly calming me down. The guards that had kidnapped me and the other children were brought into custody, and soon I was hugging my grandparents goodbye. Unfortunately, I also had to say goodbye to FC Barcelona's junior team. I was brought to the Mansion and more English was taught to me along with the other regular subjects.
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QUOTE:........................"Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all the days of your life."
MUSIC:.........................Troublemaker
TYPIST:........................ Robotic Dominican
MUTANT REGISTRATION ACT
WASHINGTON, DC
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PARTICULARS OF INTEREST
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SURNAME:.................... Rodriguez
GIVEN NAME:................ Dylan Anthony
ALIAS:......................... Geo
DATE OF BIRTH:........... March 15th; 22 Years Old
PLACE OF BIRTH:......... Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic
LAST KNOWN LOCAL:.... Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters
NEXT-of-KIN:................
MUTANT POWERS:....... Geokinesis, and Arborkinesis
MUTATION LEVEL:........ Alpha
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PERSONALITY:
+Music
+Sports
+His powers
-Being restrained
-Not being able to use his powers
-Being poked
Dylan is generally a fun-loving guy who isn't afraid to loosen up and have a good time. He's always relaxed and usually happy. It's rare that you would find him upset over something, or dead serious. He's one of the happier people who greets with a smile, whether it's fake or not. The hardest thing to do is make Dylan upset. However, there have been times when he has been pushed over the edge. These times are usually when someone begins insulting or trying to hurt one of his friends. He's very protective of those that he considers close to him, and when it seems likely that things might escalate, he will either escalate with the offender, or he will try to separate people from the situation. He is serious about his work, and often tries to finish without any problems. On missions, Dylan is known to follow orders, normally without question, till the job gets done. While on missions, he also understands that there is a time and place for jokes, and a mission may not be the best place.
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KNOWN HISTORY:.......I was born within the heart of Santa Domingo. Albeit it was the Ghetto, it was still my birth place. "Usted debe estar en casa todos los días a las cinco en punto. Un poco más tarde y se queda a la estación de policía." My orders were simple. Get home before it got dark, and if I could not, I was to run directly to the police station to stay safe. You would think that they were given by my parents right? Well no. As far as I know, I've only lived with my grandparents in their small house. Many question how a child lived without either of his parents, but I have heard stories about my father from my grandparents. Mainly that he was a very, active man, to say the least. Its been said that my father was a Drug Lord who also smuggled weapons and sometimes people into the Dominican Republic at night. In dealing with my mother, I'm told she up and disappeared shortly after I was born. Its not like I needed either of my parents as I could do alright with my grandparents help.
The streets of Santa Domingo were never a safe place for children to play, but given where most of us lived, it was the only place to play. Soccer was the first sport introduced to my friends and I by my grandfather who also taught us the basis. We had taken it upon ourselves to practice in the streets during the rush hour time of day. What better way to gain awareness, then to play through fast moving traffic? Unfortunately all of my fun ended when a soccer agent from America found us playing in the streets. Apparently he had saw some type of potential within us for greater things. Around this time, my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, so I was bit skeptical on the thought of leaving them alone. At the age of five, after speaking with my grandparents, I was taken to a training facility located in the heart of Santa Domingo. While we trained my athletic skills, I was also slowly taught the basics of the English language, in case I was recruited for an English team. Sadly enough, a nightmare from my father's past had caught up with me. On my way to the hotel that I had been staying at with a few of the other training kids and our managers, I was grabbed and soon found myself unconscious.
When I awoke, I was in a dimly lit room tied down to a chair. Besides me were a few other kids from the training camp, and before long our kidnapper had revealed himself. Apparently, like me, the other children had family members who worked in the drug/smuggling business, and they were to pay for it as well. If we wanted to live to see another day, there were things that we would need to do for them in order to clear our family names. After each day of the Soccer Training Camp, we were to meet in an Abandoned alley to get picked up from there. From then on, the training for our second lives began. Directly after Soccer practice we'd be taken back to the large building which served as a cover for the Underground Operation directly below it. There we were taught the tools needed to make sure we would never be caught. Lock picking. I learned hot to pick the locks of small cars to large buses, and apartment doors in a matter of three months. Even still in the heists to come those would not be my tasks. Given my looks as a child, distractions were my job. For a reason unknown to me, everyone believed me to be irresistibly cute. Cute enough that they'd stop what they were doing and follow me to find my "lost parents". One boy during our training threatened to leave and call the cops, but as he fled was shot down before our very eyes. No tears were shed as we were told crying was a weakness. While we proceeded with life telling no one of our activities at night, I was contacted by FC Barcelona's junior team. Tryouts occurred, and I made it onto the team. However, as it was the off-season, I'd travel between the training site in Santa Domingo, and then my own Soccer Camp to increase my training camp.
It was around this time, that I noticed strange things occurring with the ground around me. While performing another heist, I locked five locks before my friend was forced to shoot someone. After shooting them, he was told to shoot the person's child, but alas he could not, and because of this, he himself was shot. Immediately I began to cry, and was punched in the face for it. As I touched the ground while wiping my tears away. It had begun to crack slightly and the pebbles began to dance around my hand. Those of us on the heist were then threatened with death as well if we could not do our jobs correctly. When we returned I snuck away under the pretense of going to the bathroom. While I ran an alarm was sounded as men began to chase after me. It was not until a bullet grazed my arm that I felt everything end. Immediately, I crashed into the floor crying and scared.
A heavy male's hand was slammed directly onto the wound causing me to scream in my pain. But as he prepared to drag me away, the ground itself began to shake. My powers had spun out of control causing a small earthquake to hit Santa Domingo. Immediately, Scott Summers and the X-Men were notified and were soon on the scene. I heard her soothing voice in my head slowly calming me down. The guards that had kidnapped me and the other children were brought into custody, and soon I was hugging my grandparents goodbye. Unfortunately, I also had to say goodbye to FC Barcelona's junior team. I was brought to the Mansion and more English was taught to me along with the other regular subjects.
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QUOTE:........................"Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all the days of your life."
MUSIC:.........................Troublemaker
TYPIST:........................ Robotic Dominican