Christopher Harris
Christopher a regardé l'homme qui avait l'air d'un smidgen trop nouvelle vague-squad de terre pour ses goûts personnels - mais il a bien fait de couvrir son inconfort avec la situation. Il pourrait ne pas y être habitué, mais il serait dédaigné s'il l'utilisait pour justifier la moindre pensée de l'homme. C'est un nouvel endroit... il était sûr qu'il y avait des gens ici qui auraient quelque chose en commun avec lui. C'était bien que tout le monde soit soit un sympathisant mutant ou mutant - mais cela n'a guère contribué à forger un sentiment de parenté persistante. Mais les amis étaient une perspective secondaire de toute façon - les pouvoirs. Incontrôlable. L'école. Entrée. Modalités de vie. Il a pris une profonde respiration. Quand il a parlé, c'était dans une confiance claire, mais manifestement fausse - qui semblait plus pratique que sérieux.
"Greetings, je suis Christopher Harris. C'est un plaisir de faire votre connaissance. Mes avocats ont été en contact avec l'administration plus tôt et je dois m'y transférer dûment. En l'état actuel des choses, je ne suis pas certain de la procédure, car je n'ai guère de précédent sur lequel m'appuyer. Pourriez-vous peut-être me diriger vers le membre le plus proche du personnel administratif - ou toute autre forme de personnel faisant autorité par laquelle je pourrais obtenir une certaine clarté. » Pendant qu'il regardait l'homme, il était clair qu'il gardait ses yeux à l'écart de ses yeux.
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.