Christopher Harris
Christopher regarda la femme, la voyant clairement très occupée. Une partie plus sombre de son éducation l'a presque poussé à s'évanouir - uniquement par l'habitude - et à insister pour qu'on lui montre le "respect" que sa famille est supposée devoir. Il était fier de la facilité avec laquelle il était cependant de supprimer. Il a pris une profonde respiration - Les gens se fichent de qui vous êtes ici. Tu n'es personne. Vous êtes médiocre. Un petit sourire s'est répandu sur son visage alors qu'il soufflait. "Merci pour votre aide. Je ferai venir mes affaires et je m'installerai dans mes dortoirs. Je demanderai à quelqu'un de me diriger si je me perds. Merci pour votre temps." 
Il a pris le dossier et est sorti de la pièce, fermant poliment la porte. Il a supposé que les cours étaient en cours maintenant, et il serait probablement préférable de s'installer aujourd'hui, et ne commencer que demain. Alors qu'il se tenait devant sa porte, il mémorise rapidement les notes et les horaires - ainsi que les cartes et autres résumés rapides des diverses choses dont il a besoin pour être au courant. Ses pouvoirs n'étaient peut-être pas si préoccupants. Peut-être n'était-il pas aussi dangereux qu'il l'avait craint. C'était un peu un soulagement. Il a rapidement envoyé un message à son majordome pour apporter les bagages. Quand il a fini, il est entré dans les salles principales, pour essayer de trouver sa chambre.
Name: Christopher Harris
Alias: Gravitas
Position: Grade 11
Abilities/powers: Localized Gravity Manipulation, attraction, repulsion, complete resistance to G-Force on his body
Sex: Male
Age/Date of Birth: 17 - 14-02-1982
General appearance: He is of medium length, with short, slicked back brown hair. His sedentary lifestyle has left him slightly overweight, something that does not bother him as he does not see the point in being or trying to be attractive for others. He wears his tailored suits, often in muted browns and grays. He also likes wearing his handmade leather shoes, which he has made each year for Christmas as a gift to himself. He wears glasses, something his is used to since he had needed them since he was two. His skin, especially that of his arms and legs are very white - since he seldom goes outside.
Additional Appearance/costume: N/A
Personality & Brief History: Christopher comes from a reasonably well off family - who own both gold and diamond mines, where most of the characters that make up the group were either exceptionally brilliant or brilliantly ruthless. While he did inherit their prized intelligence, he was loathe to use it - preferring to be delightfully average. Unlike the rest of his brood, he is a reserved, gentle person who chooses to recognize the dignity in others, rather than seeing them as potential exploitation sources. As such, his parents chose to ignore him for the most part, grooming his brothers and sisters into the corporate demons of tomorrow. He in turn chose to spend his time reading the classics when readable, listening to them when not - and when the local Theater showed something beautiful - he would take one of the family cars and spend the evening bathing in the splendor of the opera. It was on one of these evenings, where he was dressed in his favorite overcoat and embroidered scarf - when upon his way out he heard his parents fighting. Being a Pacifist for the most part - he would have closed his ears and simply passed them, but when he heard them screaming about him - about how he would not amount to anything, how he lacked the nerve to do what must be done, he felt his heart constrict. He knew they preferred the others, but he had taken their ambivalence to be some quiet sort of acceptance. Now he knew they simply did not know what to do with the family's big disappointment. Later that evening, after having fled the house, he sat in the theater - his eyes glinting in the dark, his hands shaking and his heart aching. When the final few notes of the Queen of the Night Aria concluded, the queen mother threatening her daughter with abandonment should she disappoint her... should she fail her... that it felt like a wave broke, as if all things that held him to the earth let go and gravity no longer mattered. When everyone left the theater later the evening, it was to cars and street signs and other objects in disarray. It took him a few more days to realize it had been his fault. He speedily contacted the family lawyers, had them contact the school of Xavier, and transfer all his credits and finances to another account. He was also to get Christopher's travel documents in order. A casual lie about his current school not providing enough cerebral stimulation pacified his parents - who seemed relieved that he would be leaving soon. He got on their plane by the next week, having said goodbye to the two or three people he would actually miss - before setting off to America.
Special Skills: He can play the piano, and can read and type beyond average speeds. He can speak Four languages and understand three more.
Place of birth: Johannesburg South-Africa
Weapon(s) of choice: N/A
Medical information: His left eye is near sighted and his right is far sighted and malformed. As such he has to wear rather thick glasses if he wants to see in more than blurs. He is also rather unfit, and can't run far or lift heavy things - his powers however make up for this, as he can make things as light or heavy as he want's them to be.
Relatives: Father and Mother - Gold and Diamond Mining magnates - two bothers and one sister - All non-mutant.