Proof you can teach an animal tricks
Name: Victor Creed Height: 6'6 Weight: 300+lbs Build: Big'n'hairy Hair Colour: Blond. Eye colour: Amber
Until two years ago Victor Creed, aka Sabertooth was one of the planets most infamous mutants, a killer for hire and a killer for pleasure he took part in assassinations, bombings, killings, robbery, you name it, searing the name Sabertooth onto the conciousness of the world. But all things can and do change.
In a battle against the X-Men the rampaging feral was trapped under a collapsing building, burying and pinning him under tonnes of rubble. Raging for days but unable to move the feral was left for dead by everyone, even his 'allies'. In this time he did something he usually didn't do in his feral state, he..thought and with that came realisation. That he was quite alone, not even his 'friends' had come and helped him. He slowly calmed, getting control of himself, alone with nothing but his thoughts.
Calm, truely calm for the first time in decades, able to think freely he realised he WAS alone and in truth he didn't want to be. He knew why he was alone, he had done terrible things and that hit him like a bucket of ice water. He had done terrible things when enraged, when slaved to his feral nature, the desire nothing more than to hunt, kill, take and kill anything that got in his way and..it shocked and scared him when he realised what he had done without even thinking about it.
Fully healed he was able to slowly dig his way free and then he simply dissapeared off the radar for two years. Not a word was heard by SHIELD or even the X-Men, he missed two of Logan's birthdays leading some to think and hope he was truely dead. He was far from it and very much alive, roaming the border between America and Canada, seeing if he remained in control and if his feral nature would reassert itself.
It didn't much to hs supprise. Victor began viewing Sabertooth as another part of his personality, as 'someone else' but this didn't mean he'd been declawed. When a couple of idiots tried to mug him they were lucky to survive even if he didn't use his claws, and homes were broken into when money was needed to get stuff, food was as fresh as it could be, he'd hunt and bring it down himself.
8 months ago his wanderings took him to New York State and to the gates of the Xavier Institute where he asked for entry and asylum. To say that the discussions about having him even in the masion were...loud is an understatement but Xavier, being the forgiving soul that he is had Victor admitted. Placed under the tightest security and exposed to a battery of tests, psychic, physical and psychological to verify the truth in his words took months for the Professor, Emma and Henry to be utterly sure of their results whch were all positive.
Victor was admitted into the 'general population' although once more was very much alone, people pressed against the walls when he walked down the corredors, not even meeting his gaze. Still he resolved to prove that he wasn't going to rip their throats out purely 'because he could'.
And so did a normal day begin of boring lessons and trying to keep himself amused for Victor Creed, he woke up his head woozy for some reason, the slight dizzyness didn't pass until he left his room and stepped int the 'Asylum'.
The big changes with this Victor is that he's not a raping, murdering psycho, but nor is he a simperng goody two shoes or submissive whimpering thing, piss him off and you'd regret it. He knows what he did and the truth of it shocked and horrified him, the result is a nicer, more approachable Victor.