Here is some info I pulled from the above mentioned website to give you an idea of what a real mutant bio might look like, and what kinds of information you might want to include in your own. Again, this isn't a set thing, you can include any information you would like =)
Name: Jubilee
Real Name: Jubilation Lee
Height: 5’1â€Â
Weight: 96 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eyes Color: Brown
Known Relatives: Dr. and Mrs. Lee (Parents, deceased)
Group Affiliation: formerly of the X-men
Mutant Power: mutant-manifest energy plasmoids as multi-colored fireworks of various shapes and intensities, which she can detonate to create disorienting bursts of light and sound, scalding heat, or concussive impact.
Origin: Being the daughter of Chinese immigrants, she was named Jubilation for the joy her people had felt upon coming to America. Due to the father’s job as a bank director, the family had a large income and they ended up living in Beverly Hills, with young Jubilation entering prep school, where her talent for gymnastics was discovered. However, Jubilation used her agility for not so noble things, with her and her best friend spending most of their time at the mall de jour, making petty robberies, making their escape on their rollerblades. It wasn’t for the money, just for the sake of doing it, or, as Jubilee put it, she wasn’t proud of doing it, just of how they did it. One day, though, Jubilee was trapped in a dead-end alley by a pair of rent-a-cops. Fearing juvenile detention, not to mention her parents‘ reaction, she panicked and her pyrotechnic powers manifested, hitting full blast to destroy the entire alley. Her first instinct was to run to the beach, where she tried to keep her hands wet so that it would never happen again.
Other: In the grim future of mutantkind, Jubilee was one of the last X-Men still alive and unimprisoned. Thanks to dampening tech designed by the Beast, she posed as a human and lived for years in the ruins of Hollywood, California. Jubilee avoided being placed in the mutant detention camps with the other X-Men only by sitting out on the raid that got them captured, and had been wrought with guilt ever since.
X-Men Mafia: Character Thread
At long last, the moment you have been waiting for has arrived. Time to make your characters for the XMen Mafia game.
Keep in mind the following things please:
1)READ THE SCENARIO.That is right, this isn't the X-Men from the cartoons,or video games,or even the movies. We are set in the future of the X-Men universe most of you have encounted, details on the current situation are in the scenario thread. READ IT
2) Now, we know you may be wanting to play your favorite X-Men character, but due to the setting, we are asking you to create your own characters. If you just HAVE to play Nightcrawler (he is dead) make his son or daughter. Now is your chance to make your own mutant, go for it.
3) Be creative. But be aware this is a Mafia game. Characters will die. Mods are God, we WILL find a way to kill your character if you are lynched, hit, or serial killed. Make our job easier, your death scene cooler, and eveyone a bit more satisfied - stay within reason when creating your character. Making an invulnerable, all-powerful mutant may seem cool at first, but in the long run it will just detract from everyone's enjoyment. In that regard, we have come up with this template for creating your mutant. No need to follow it exatly, this is just a suggestion...
** Additional note by Jinheim: Please do not make your character a telepath or able to heal people. These are powers reserved for the doctor and sheriff **
One Major/Primary Ability:
This is the main ability of your mutant, some examples include powerful telepathy, optic blasts, teleportation, matter manipulation.
One Minor/Secondary Ability(Optional):
This is a secondary ability your character may have. Some examples include minor telekinesis, enhanced physical attributes, etc.
One Flaw(Optional):
This is a detriment to your character, usually minor. Examples include paralysis, odd appearance, certain negative character traits, insanity.
Again this is by no means a rule, just a suggestion.
4)Read the FAQ's and Schedule for more information regarding Mafia basics. or check www.uncannyxmen.net for some ideas on characters.
Rasberry
20 years ago
MEC
20 years ago
X-men mafia profile
Code Name: MEC
Name: Marcus Crowley
Age: Unknown (~35 in usual form)
height: indeterminate (6'2" in usual form)
weight: indeterminate (200 lb in usual form)
Occupation: Professor at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters / X-Men
Special Abilities: Shape shifting – Specifically, Marcus has the ability to assume the form of any living being, down to extremely small details, however the larger the difference in size of his change, the longer it takes to perform, due to the time it takes for him to produce the mass required. He can also create a synthetic clothe on himself. Another ability of his is to rapidly heal any damage to his “body†and any damage is non-fatal, unless his “coreâ€Â, as he calls it, is damaged.
History: Marcus is actually a non-mutant. He was born in the United States and became a genetic scientist at the age of 26. His first project was to create a device that could produce a stealth device that would allow spies to take the appearance of anyone they want. The device functioned by releasing nanites into the person’s blood stream. The nanites were able to manipulate the body, and change it all the way down to the genes. However, upon testing it was found to disable the person’s brain when the first change took place, essentially making the person brain-dead. So Marcus then worked with a new colleague to devise a way to allow the device to download the person’s mind. However before the new prototype could be finished, funding for the project was cut because of the delays. Not wishing for his work to go untested, Marcus implanted the device in himself, however most of his memories were lost during the transfer. Afraid of what might happen to him if his actions had been discovered, Marcus went into hiding.
While hiding, Marcus worked on an upgrade for his device that would allow him to not only change his DNA more drastically, specifically into that of other species, He also made designs that would allow his device to change matter into energy and back again, thus allowing him to change his mass as well as make small changes such as the total mass of specific organs. He was eventually approached by a representative from Xavier's school for an offer of a position, as well as Marcus’ help in studying the mutant gene. With his new position, Marcus was able to add his new designs to himself, but the drive to improve himself was still there. His new plans are to add the ability to manipulate his genes to mimic that of mutants, i.e. duplicate the powers of others. He is also searching for a way to process adamantium, which he plans to shield his core (the device he first designed).
On the X-men team Marcus occasionally serves as pilot in situations that require one. He has no memory of ever taking lessons but is an excellent pilot none the less. He also serves in missions requiring stealth and espionage.
/ooc - I plan to change some of this as I think of it.
/ooc - I would also like to ssay that this will be my last mafia game here, unless you are still doing mafia games here two years from now. In which case I hope ladyday will tell me.
Code Name: MEC
Name: Marcus Crowley
Age: Unknown (~35 in usual form)
height: indeterminate (6'2" in usual form)
weight: indeterminate (200 lb in usual form)
Occupation: Professor at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters / X-Men
Special Abilities: Shape shifting – Specifically, Marcus has the ability to assume the form of any living being, down to extremely small details, however the larger the difference in size of his change, the longer it takes to perform, due to the time it takes for him to produce the mass required. He can also create a synthetic clothe on himself. Another ability of his is to rapidly heal any damage to his “body†and any damage is non-fatal, unless his “coreâ€Â, as he calls it, is damaged.
History: Marcus is actually a non-mutant. He was born in the United States and became a genetic scientist at the age of 26. His first project was to create a device that could produce a stealth device that would allow spies to take the appearance of anyone they want. The device functioned by releasing nanites into the person’s blood stream. The nanites were able to manipulate the body, and change it all the way down to the genes. However, upon testing it was found to disable the person’s brain when the first change took place, essentially making the person brain-dead. So Marcus then worked with a new colleague to devise a way to allow the device to download the person’s mind. However before the new prototype could be finished, funding for the project was cut because of the delays. Not wishing for his work to go untested, Marcus implanted the device in himself, however most of his memories were lost during the transfer. Afraid of what might happen to him if his actions had been discovered, Marcus went into hiding.
While hiding, Marcus worked on an upgrade for his device that would allow him to not only change his DNA more drastically, specifically into that of other species, He also made designs that would allow his device to change matter into energy and back again, thus allowing him to change his mass as well as make small changes such as the total mass of specific organs. He was eventually approached by a representative from Xavier's school for an offer of a position, as well as Marcus’ help in studying the mutant gene. With his new position, Marcus was able to add his new designs to himself, but the drive to improve himself was still there. His new plans are to add the ability to manipulate his genes to mimic that of mutants, i.e. duplicate the powers of others. He is also searching for a way to process adamantium, which he plans to shield his core (the device he first designed).
On the X-men team Marcus occasionally serves as pilot in situations that require one. He has no memory of ever taking lessons but is an excellent pilot none the less. He also serves in missions requiring stealth and espionage.
/ooc - I plan to change some of this as I think of it.
/ooc - I would also like to ssay that this will be my last mafia game here, unless you are still doing mafia games here two years from now. In which case I hope ladyday will tell me.
Verileah
20 years ago
Toxotes Eulalie strutted down the aisle of the church in faded camouflage pants and an olive green tee shirt, letting her boots smack and flop noisily on the thin red carpeting. Her gait was slow and ungraceful, and she would often pause to look around and grin at nothing in particular. Finally, she meandered over to a window on the lectern side and flopped down on the ledge. The smacking sounds continued, however, even though she was no longer walking; Tox did enjoy her bubblegum and was chewing a piece with relish.
“So, what are you in for?â€Â
Tox turned to the speaker and smiled broadly, revealing an even row of white teeth. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue, let it touch the tip of her chin, and rolled it into a neat tube. At her fellow escapee’s skeptical expression, she sharply turned her head, tilted her chin up slightly, and spat.
The gum in her mouth flew out like a rocket, shattering a small section of the stained glass window on the pulpit side of the church.
Tox snickered as she unwrapped another piece of bubblegum, not bothering to check her companion’s reaction. She couldn’t help but recall the interrogation that had led to her imprisonment with an air of amusement; the cops had been trying to get the simple truth she had just demonstrated out of her for weeks.
~*~
“Alright Miss Eulalie. I’m going to give you a piece of advice. You can make this a lot easier on yourself if you just tell us what we want to know. We have ways of finding out anyway, you understand, but it’s really in everyone’s best interest for you to talk to us before we have to resort to more…unseemly measures.â€Â
The interrogator shuddered at this, apparently not finding the methods of discovering a mutant power any more pleasant than the mutant in question. Tox grinned.
“So,†the interrogator said as he pulled a pen and legal pad out of his briefcase, “What are your mutations?â€Â
Tox continued to grin wordlessly and stared at her interrogator. They stayed this way for several minutes before she stuck out her tongue and did the rolling trick that had so wildly entertained her little brother at the dinner table.
The interrogator was not nearly so amused. Tox supposed ten year olds like her brother must just have better senses of humor; perhaps one was born with a tremendous ability to laugh at the world around them, but harsh reality slowly sucked it out of a person by adulthood. Maybe her own frank amusement was another dormant mutant ability. Tox shook her head, rejecting that notion. Like the impressive muscles that filled her tall frame, she had come by the ability to see the funny side in most situations honestly enough. She had earned it.
Still, Tox thought as she was shoved unceremoniously back in her cell, rubbing her aching jaw, that little joke was the closest Mr. Interrogator would get to the truth.
~*~
Tox smiled fondly at the memory. She had kept him going for days, and though she sported plenty of bruises for her trouble, she felt the entertainment value was well worth some minor pain. The worst bruise, high on her right cheek, was the only one still showing at all in any case. That one she had earned when the interrogator asked her where the guns were. At first she had simply shrugged and looked at him in confusion, but figured that ploy failed when he began ranting and screaming at her. “They took two ammo belts and a couple of bandoliers off you when they took you in! You had enough bullets on your person to stock an arsenal, now where are the guns?†Tox probably shouldn’t have provoked him further, but it was just too amusing to smile at him and flex her biceps proudly. The guard gave her a solid smack for that display, but even then she couldn’t help but be smug for getting the better of those men.
She did wish she could have recovered her ammo, though; she missed the weight of the belts that slung over her hips and the bandoliers that crossed her chest in an X. She had made them herself, had stitched the fabric holders perfectly to fit the 9mm hollow point bullets she always carried. Her shoulders were strangely light and walking felt odd, as if she could leap up into the air and float away without her gear to keep her safely on the earth.
Keeping her feet off the ground had been her brother’s job before she had run away from home and started using her strong body and her bullets as poor substitutes for his practical mind and thoughtful nature. She told herself at the time that it was worth it, anything and everything was worth keeping him safe, but he had died later that same year just the same. Gunned down on his own damn street, running from the cops. Tox wasn’t sure of exactly what her sweet little brother, that bright boy who wanted to become a scientist one day, had gotten himself into. Not knowing what had happened only increased her guilt and thus doubled her lust for revenge. It was this desire that had kept her from joining up with other mutants and finding her place among her peers; she knew she couldn’t dedicate herself to other people’s missions when she had yet to resolve her own.
A loud clap of thunder brought Tox out of her reverie. She noticed with only a little guilt that rain had begun to splash in through the broken window. A few people nearby were looking around in confusion for the source of the water that dripped on their heads.
Tox snickered.
“So, what are you in for?â€Â
Tox turned to the speaker and smiled broadly, revealing an even row of white teeth. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue, let it touch the tip of her chin, and rolled it into a neat tube. At her fellow escapee’s skeptical expression, she sharply turned her head, tilted her chin up slightly, and spat.
The gum in her mouth flew out like a rocket, shattering a small section of the stained glass window on the pulpit side of the church.
Tox snickered as she unwrapped another piece of bubblegum, not bothering to check her companion’s reaction. She couldn’t help but recall the interrogation that had led to her imprisonment with an air of amusement; the cops had been trying to get the simple truth she had just demonstrated out of her for weeks.
~*~
“Alright Miss Eulalie. I’m going to give you a piece of advice. You can make this a lot easier on yourself if you just tell us what we want to know. We have ways of finding out anyway, you understand, but it’s really in everyone’s best interest for you to talk to us before we have to resort to more…unseemly measures.â€Â
The interrogator shuddered at this, apparently not finding the methods of discovering a mutant power any more pleasant than the mutant in question. Tox grinned.
“So,†the interrogator said as he pulled a pen and legal pad out of his briefcase, “What are your mutations?â€Â
Tox continued to grin wordlessly and stared at her interrogator. They stayed this way for several minutes before she stuck out her tongue and did the rolling trick that had so wildly entertained her little brother at the dinner table.
The interrogator was not nearly so amused. Tox supposed ten year olds like her brother must just have better senses of humor; perhaps one was born with a tremendous ability to laugh at the world around them, but harsh reality slowly sucked it out of a person by adulthood. Maybe her own frank amusement was another dormant mutant ability. Tox shook her head, rejecting that notion. Like the impressive muscles that filled her tall frame, she had come by the ability to see the funny side in most situations honestly enough. She had earned it.
Still, Tox thought as she was shoved unceremoniously back in her cell, rubbing her aching jaw, that little joke was the closest Mr. Interrogator would get to the truth.
~*~
Tox smiled fondly at the memory. She had kept him going for days, and though she sported plenty of bruises for her trouble, she felt the entertainment value was well worth some minor pain. The worst bruise, high on her right cheek, was the only one still showing at all in any case. That one she had earned when the interrogator asked her where the guns were. At first she had simply shrugged and looked at him in confusion, but figured that ploy failed when he began ranting and screaming at her. “They took two ammo belts and a couple of bandoliers off you when they took you in! You had enough bullets on your person to stock an arsenal, now where are the guns?†Tox probably shouldn’t have provoked him further, but it was just too amusing to smile at him and flex her biceps proudly. The guard gave her a solid smack for that display, but even then she couldn’t help but be smug for getting the better of those men.
She did wish she could have recovered her ammo, though; she missed the weight of the belts that slung over her hips and the bandoliers that crossed her chest in an X. She had made them herself, had stitched the fabric holders perfectly to fit the 9mm hollow point bullets she always carried. Her shoulders were strangely light and walking felt odd, as if she could leap up into the air and float away without her gear to keep her safely on the earth.
Keeping her feet off the ground had been her brother’s job before she had run away from home and started using her strong body and her bullets as poor substitutes for his practical mind and thoughtful nature. She told herself at the time that it was worth it, anything and everything was worth keeping him safe, but he had died later that same year just the same. Gunned down on his own damn street, running from the cops. Tox wasn’t sure of exactly what her sweet little brother, that bright boy who wanted to become a scientist one day, had gotten himself into. Not knowing what had happened only increased her guilt and thus doubled her lust for revenge. It was this desire that had kept her from joining up with other mutants and finding her place among her peers; she knew she couldn’t dedicate herself to other people’s missions when she had yet to resolve her own.
A loud clap of thunder brought Tox out of her reverie. She noticed with only a little guilt that rain had begun to splash in through the broken window. A few people nearby were looking around in confusion for the source of the water that dripped on their heads.
Tox snickered.
Temprah
20 years ago
(ok this is looong, I appologize.. but she's a char that's been developed for 10+ years of different games so I have a LOT of back stories on her!)
Name : Redd
Real name : Crimson Renoux
Height : 5'3
Weight : 108
Hair color : True red
Eye color : dark red
Known relatives : Jon Renoux aka 'Atomic Deth' (father) and Pearl Renoux (mother), twin sister Jade, younger sister Violet, younger brothers Michael aka 'Midnight' and Grayson.
Group affiliation : none
Mutant powers :
Phase-shifting. She becomes a phased, invisible being, shifted slightly out of this dimension. In it but moving around completely unnoticed except for noises she makes. (speaking, sneezing, etc) She can stay like this for an undetermined amount of time. She can not do this to another person, but she can take objects with her, or slightly shift objects she touches to phase them while keeping them visable (ghost tricks!!)
She can also produce a strange solid energy that she can shape at will. It is the same color red as her hair, tasteless, odorless and feels like smooth fresh plastic. She has used it to make daggers (her weapon of choice) full length frontal shields for people, sunglasses and even clothes.. the red latex look is hot yeah.
Origin :
Redd's father is the internationally infamous hacker Atomic Deth. The ultimate anarchist, he rebelled against everything and everyone until he met Pearl and fell head over heels. Vowing to curb his destructive tendancies they settled in New Orleans to raise their family. Growing up she was always at her Dad's side, lacking interest in shopping and fashion like her mother and sisters. Before she started kindergarden she could program code, build a system from spare parts and hack basic systems. They all could to some degree, their Dad insisted on it. Redd picked up a lot from her father, including his general dislike of people and especially of authority figures of all types.
She got in trouble in school a lot, glaringly obvious against her sister Jade's outgoing bubbly personality. She had few friends, mainly 1 who just decided she was going to be her friend whether Redd liked it or not. Actually she did, it was nice to have someone to secretly be a little girly with.. and pull pranks with. Her mother decided she needed activities to keep her out of trouble and she was forced to endure everything from gymnastics to martial arts as she sought 'focus'. This bothered Redd because all she wanted was to just be left alone and ignored, to play around online to stir up flame threads and crash sites.
Until of course she met a boy that suddenly reminded her she was, indeed, female. At 14 she was terror stricken.. she knew nothing about boys, she'd always tried to not exist around them unlike Jade, the outgoing cheerleader or her friend Tedra, the confident one.
One day outside the studio where they studied martial arts together (well he was in the advanced classes and she watched him from the beginners anyways)... She was hanging around outside the locker rooms trying to 'bump' into him when she overheard several of the other guys laughing and making fun of her.. the clumsy one, the one who must be ugly with her hair all in her face, and as they turned the corner she turned her head away and pressed up against the wall wishing she could just dissapear... and they walked right through her. She turned around shocked and stumbled backwards right through the wall, and into the boys locker room. Dazed she wandered around completely unnoticed. She got an eye full and more of what she'd been missing from boys =D Finallyh she snapped and was scared.. no one could see her and people were walking through her like she was a ghost! She ran home but still no one could see her. She started talking a mile a minute to her parents while they were watching TV and they could hear her, talked to her, tried to calm her down. It wasn't until she was so distraught that she just started crying, wishing over and over to be normal that she reappeared.
Eventually she realized just what she could do and she started spying on the boy she had now completely fallen for. Until he started dating Tedra. Girl code made him off limits, so she started to get to know him and be friends with him, after all he was around all the time and keeping him talking kept them from making out in front of her! He's still hot, she's still fallen for him, but he has no clue. And at least she isn't sneaking in to steal his cologne for her pillow any more. Now Tedra does that and she steals it from her =p
Other :
Redd is ultra goth.. hair in your face, brooding pessimistic attitude and all. She has her nose pierced with a small silver stud, a loop piercing in her navel and her ears have 5 piercings each. She has a purple dragon tattoo around / on her left breast. Another side from her manifested powers is Redd took to stealing everything she wanted.. why buy it from the store? A little flare of her father's influence. If she can swipe it she will.
(ooc : if that's too much or the powers aren't OK y'all let me know)
Name : Redd
Real name : Crimson Renoux
Height : 5'3
Weight : 108
Hair color : True red
Eye color : dark red
Known relatives : Jon Renoux aka 'Atomic Deth' (father) and Pearl Renoux (mother), twin sister Jade, younger sister Violet, younger brothers Michael aka 'Midnight' and Grayson.
Group affiliation : none
Mutant powers :
Phase-shifting. She becomes a phased, invisible being, shifted slightly out of this dimension. In it but moving around completely unnoticed except for noises she makes. (speaking, sneezing, etc) She can stay like this for an undetermined amount of time. She can not do this to another person, but she can take objects with her, or slightly shift objects she touches to phase them while keeping them visable (ghost tricks!!)
She can also produce a strange solid energy that she can shape at will. It is the same color red as her hair, tasteless, odorless and feels like smooth fresh plastic. She has used it to make daggers (her weapon of choice) full length frontal shields for people, sunglasses and even clothes.. the red latex look is hot yeah.
Origin :
Redd's father is the internationally infamous hacker Atomic Deth. The ultimate anarchist, he rebelled against everything and everyone until he met Pearl and fell head over heels. Vowing to curb his destructive tendancies they settled in New Orleans to raise their family. Growing up she was always at her Dad's side, lacking interest in shopping and fashion like her mother and sisters. Before she started kindergarden she could program code, build a system from spare parts and hack basic systems. They all could to some degree, their Dad insisted on it. Redd picked up a lot from her father, including his general dislike of people and especially of authority figures of all types.
She got in trouble in school a lot, glaringly obvious against her sister Jade's outgoing bubbly personality. She had few friends, mainly 1 who just decided she was going to be her friend whether Redd liked it or not. Actually she did, it was nice to have someone to secretly be a little girly with.. and pull pranks with. Her mother decided she needed activities to keep her out of trouble and she was forced to endure everything from gymnastics to martial arts as she sought 'focus'. This bothered Redd because all she wanted was to just be left alone and ignored, to play around online to stir up flame threads and crash sites.
Until of course she met a boy that suddenly reminded her she was, indeed, female. At 14 she was terror stricken.. she knew nothing about boys, she'd always tried to not exist around them unlike Jade, the outgoing cheerleader or her friend Tedra, the confident one.
One day outside the studio where they studied martial arts together (well he was in the advanced classes and she watched him from the beginners anyways)... She was hanging around outside the locker rooms trying to 'bump' into him when she overheard several of the other guys laughing and making fun of her.. the clumsy one, the one who must be ugly with her hair all in her face, and as they turned the corner she turned her head away and pressed up against the wall wishing she could just dissapear... and they walked right through her. She turned around shocked and stumbled backwards right through the wall, and into the boys locker room. Dazed she wandered around completely unnoticed. She got an eye full and more of what she'd been missing from boys =D Finallyh she snapped and was scared.. no one could see her and people were walking through her like she was a ghost! She ran home but still no one could see her. She started talking a mile a minute to her parents while they were watching TV and they could hear her, talked to her, tried to calm her down. It wasn't until she was so distraught that she just started crying, wishing over and over to be normal that she reappeared.
Eventually she realized just what she could do and she started spying on the boy she had now completely fallen for. Until he started dating Tedra. Girl code made him off limits, so she started to get to know him and be friends with him, after all he was around all the time and keeping him talking kept them from making out in front of her! He's still hot, she's still fallen for him, but he has no clue. And at least she isn't sneaking in to steal his cologne for her pillow any more. Now Tedra does that and she steals it from her =p
Other :
Redd is ultra goth.. hair in your face, brooding pessimistic attitude and all. She has her nose pierced with a small silver stud, a loop piercing in her navel and her ears have 5 piercings each. She has a purple dragon tattoo around / on her left breast. Another side from her manifested powers is Redd took to stealing everything she wanted.. why buy it from the store? A little flare of her father's influence. If she can swipe it she will.
(ooc : if that's too much or the powers aren't OK y'all let me know)
Xandare
20 years ago
Name: Razor
Real Name: Baron' DeLeon
Height: 6’3â€Â
Weight: 240 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eyes Color: Metallic Silver
Known Relatives: Cleo (Sister, status unknown)
Group Affiliation: The Acolytes
Mutant Power: Metal Creation / Manipulation - Razor is able to create objects composed of metal from trace elements in the environment, the most common application of this power is the formation of melee weapons and armor, The baser softer metals he can create almost instantly, the harder denser metals take more concentration. He is able to alter the properties of any existing metals to suit his purposes as well, up to and including transforming one metal to another on a molecular level.
Secondary Power / Ability - Advanced Combat training. Razor has been mentored in the fighting arts (hand to hand and melee weapons). He is an accomplished Martial Artist.
Gear / Possessions: Razor spends almost all of his time in a custom created suit of adamantium armor, covered with tiny hooks and edges like a shark’s skin. When he's not in a combat situation the coverage is lessened, (no spikes / hooks) but still present (ex. down time, he'd be in a chain mail suit rather than the normal plate). Razor's normal weapon of choice is a modified halberd with a hooked blade on one side horizontal and vertical blades on the other, as well as a stiletto on the opposite end cap.
Origin: Razor was raised in an upper class Creole family in New Orleans LA. He has a younger sister (Cleo). His mother held a dark secret, she was an international fugitive, due to her past association with Magneto's Acolytes. She often told him the stories of life aboard Asteroid M, where she met Baron's natural father. His mother was secretly involved with the mutant resistance, and the mutant underground years before the climatic events that shattered the world. She was determined that her children would know how to defend themselves and how to use their mutant abilities. She could see the coming darkness and was determined that they would survive, and see Magneto's dream realized. Razor was always pushed hard to train, to excel to win, as a result of this he always feels like he is inferior, never as good as he can be.
When his powers first emerged baron was only 11 years old, he was in weapons training, when his sensei decided it was time he learned a lesson about avoidance, and make a spinning overhead strike and shattered baron’s staff and knocked him to the ground. Baron lay there thinking about what just happened and why, when he heard his teacher laughing "Such a stupid boy! Hahaha! How many times have I told you? Haha.. Avoid the blow, don’t take it! Hahaha" baron’s heart pounding in his chest, a tidal wave of anger and humiliation rising in him until it burst and the world turned red. To his feet he sprang a bladed metal rod in his hand and he slashed out slicing a deep gash in his teachers forearm before he could defend himself, others ran over and tackled him to the ground until he calmed. From that day forward the next phase of his training began, that is until the raid, when the mechanical horrors descended down upon their home, Sentinels. Soulless mechanical nightmares made real.
Quote : "Humans are insects, and they should be crushed under the heel of Homo Sapiens Superior!"
Name: Razor
Real Name: Baron' DeLeon
Height: 6’3â€Â
Weight: 240 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eyes Color: Metallic Silver
Known Relatives: Cleo (Sister, status unknown)
Group Affiliation: The Acolytes
Mutant Power: Metal Creation / Manipulation - Razor is able to create objects composed of metal from trace elements in the environment, the most common application of this power is the formation of melee weapons and armor, The baser softer metals he can create almost instantly, the harder denser metals take more concentration. He is able to alter the properties of any existing metals to suit his purposes as well, up to and including transforming one metal to another on a molecular level.
Secondary Power / Ability - Advanced Combat training. Razor has been mentored in the fighting arts (hand to hand and melee weapons). He is an accomplished Martial Artist.
Gear / Possessions: Razor spends almost all of his time in a custom created suit of adamantium armor, covered with tiny hooks and edges like a shark’s skin. When he's not in a combat situation the coverage is lessened, (no spikes / hooks) but still present (ex. down time, he'd be in a chain mail suit rather than the normal plate). Razor's normal weapon of choice is a modified halberd with a hooked blade on one side horizontal and vertical blades on the other, as well as a stiletto on the opposite end cap.
Origin: Razor was raised in an upper class Creole family in New Orleans LA. He has a younger sister (Cleo). His mother held a dark secret, she was an international fugitive, due to her past association with Magneto's Acolytes. She often told him the stories of life aboard Asteroid M, where she met Baron's natural father. His mother was secretly involved with the mutant resistance, and the mutant underground years before the climatic events that shattered the world. She was determined that her children would know how to defend themselves and how to use their mutant abilities. She could see the coming darkness and was determined that they would survive, and see Magneto's dream realized. Razor was always pushed hard to train, to excel to win, as a result of this he always feels like he is inferior, never as good as he can be.
When his powers first emerged baron was only 11 years old, he was in weapons training, when his sensei decided it was time he learned a lesson about avoidance, and make a spinning overhead strike and shattered baron’s staff and knocked him to the ground. Baron lay there thinking about what just happened and why, when he heard his teacher laughing "Such a stupid boy! Hahaha! How many times have I told you? Haha.. Avoid the blow, don’t take it! Hahaha" baron’s heart pounding in his chest, a tidal wave of anger and humiliation rising in him until it burst and the world turned red. To his feet he sprang a bladed metal rod in his hand and he slashed out slicing a deep gash in his teachers forearm before he could defend himself, others ran over and tackled him to the ground until he calmed. From that day forward the next phase of his training began, that is until the raid, when the mechanical horrors descended down upon their home, Sentinels. Soulless mechanical nightmares made real.
Quote : "Humans are insects, and they should be crushed under the heel of Homo Sapiens Superior!"
Cobert
20 years ago
The following has been deemed classified by the Board of Counter Mutant Insurgencey.
Date of report: June 16th, 2019.
Note: Data was collected on prisoner 675924852-H during his brief interment in Camp 12b.
Name: Unknown
Insurgency Name: Mutant prisoners called him "the prophet" he claimed that he was a "shadow walker"
Height: 5'7
Weight: 145
Hair Color: Black
Eyes Color: Grey
Physical features of note: Black jagged lines extending 10-17cm from hairline towards center of face. Features appear to be sub-dermal.
Known Relatives: Unknown
Group Affiliation: Was captured along with members of mutant resistance group, deemed by investigators to be a ranking member.
Mutant Power summary: Aside from the black lines on the face, the prisoner exhibited no signs of mutant powers. Unlike the other mutants, he provided no resistance to the approaching Sentinals. Upon interogation, the prisoner was unable to coherently communicate with anyone. Instead, the prisoner would ramble endlessly in a seemingly disorderly fashion. The other mutant prisoners deemed him to be a prophet, however there is no evidence to support this. On May 12th 2019, prisoner 675924852-H exhibited the first signs of mutant powers. During scheduled hard labour, the prisoner had a detrimental affect on the other mutants. Those in a measured radius of 5-7 meters displayed signs of weakness, fatigue and nausia. The origin of this was deemed to be none-radioactive. By May 14th, the powers became strong enough to incompacitate his cell mate. The subject was then moved to solitary confinement for further study. From May 15th to the 25th there were no further reports of mutant activity. However, on the day of the prisoner revolt and escape on the 26th, evidence collected from salvaged sentinals and security cameras show further mutant powers. The prisoner was able to manifest black colored streams of energy against 2 Sentinals. The Sentinals in question, although currently under attack by 12 different mutants, were caused significant structural and mechanical damage as a result. Attempts to counter attack the prisoner were met in failure as he was able to corrode and impair Sentinal sensors with his black energy attacks.
Summary: Prisoner appears to disipate (whether willingly or not) a detrimental aura that affects all living beings within 5-7 meters. Prisoner can manifest blasts and jets of black energy, which are capable of severe damage against Sentinals. Subject is thus deemed class 7.
Origin: Claimed he was from a different world, but refused to provide details.
Other: Subject appears to suffer mild to severe migraines, and is extremely socialy awkward.
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Personal file of Dr. Josef Rosensky, psychologist at Camp 12b. May 30th, 2019.
Subject: The Shadow Walker:
My first interview with the prisoner and his companions were fruitful in determinging quite abit about him, however, there are still many questions. According to my interviews, he was seen as a prophet of sorts, due to his random tangents on seemingly unrelated issues. My first interview with him highlighted this exactly, as the extract below shows.
"So, where again were you born?"
The subject appeared to be suffering from a severe migraine when he replyed:
"The essence of We is not to be excluded. The spawn of We is to come to the conquest of You.
He could not explain to me what this meant, but I believe that after carefuly reviewing the data collected on him, that he is either mad, or is speaking some ingrained knowledge. Fortunatly, such outbreaks were rare, and he was helpful in answering my questions. My first thought on the nature of him was perhaps that he was a android or something, but x-rays revealed a perfectly normal human body. Biochemical tests were even less fruitfull. Analysis of the sub-dermal black lines on the forehead were deemed to be mutant in origin. However, he continuely denied being "one of You", (we assume he meant a mutant). He called himself a "shadow walker," but could not fully describe where (or what) he came from. He just simple called it "the shadows". He continuely told us that he wanted leave, so that he could "Fallback to the We".
It is my professional opinion, that he became overly fustrated with our refusal to release him, and this manifested itself in the sickness that occurred amongst other prisoners that worked near him. When confronted about it, he called it the "shadow sickness" and the "it is for the We not for You. While he was in solitary confinement, I was limited in my interviews to an intercom, and his fustrations increased. This time however, he expressed concern over the welfare of someone named "Sarah" and he saw me as the person behind his captivity. From May 20th to the 25th he threatened my life no more then 127 times, and threatened to torture my "offspring" indefinatly. Lucky for me, I had the day off during the mutant escape, thus avoiding his wrath. However I feel that my life (and my families) is in danger and I have hence forth moved to an undisclosed locations for our safety.
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More to be added?
The following has been deemed classified by the Board of Counter Mutant Insurgencey.
Date of report: June 16th, 2019.
Note: Data was collected on prisoner 675924852-H during his brief interment in Camp 12b.
Name: Unknown
Insurgency Name: Mutant prisoners called him "the prophet" he claimed that he was a "shadow walker"
Height: 5'7
Weight: 145
Hair Color: Black
Eyes Color: Grey
Physical features of note: Black jagged lines extending 10-17cm from hairline towards center of face. Features appear to be sub-dermal.
Known Relatives: Unknown
Group Affiliation: Was captured along with members of mutant resistance group, deemed by investigators to be a ranking member.
Mutant Power summary: Aside from the black lines on the face, the prisoner exhibited no signs of mutant powers. Unlike the other mutants, he provided no resistance to the approaching Sentinals. Upon interogation, the prisoner was unable to coherently communicate with anyone. Instead, the prisoner would ramble endlessly in a seemingly disorderly fashion. The other mutant prisoners deemed him to be a prophet, however there is no evidence to support this. On May 12th 2019, prisoner 675924852-H exhibited the first signs of mutant powers. During scheduled hard labour, the prisoner had a detrimental affect on the other mutants. Those in a measured radius of 5-7 meters displayed signs of weakness, fatigue and nausia. The origin of this was deemed to be none-radioactive. By May 14th, the powers became strong enough to incompacitate his cell mate. The subject was then moved to solitary confinement for further study. From May 15th to the 25th there were no further reports of mutant activity. However, on the day of the prisoner revolt and escape on the 26th, evidence collected from salvaged sentinals and security cameras show further mutant powers. The prisoner was able to manifest black colored streams of energy against 2 Sentinals. The Sentinals in question, although currently under attack by 12 different mutants, were caused significant structural and mechanical damage as a result. Attempts to counter attack the prisoner were met in failure as he was able to corrode and impair Sentinal sensors with his black energy attacks.
Summary: Prisoner appears to disipate (whether willingly or not) a detrimental aura that affects all living beings within 5-7 meters. Prisoner can manifest blasts and jets of black energy, which are capable of severe damage against Sentinals. Subject is thus deemed class 7.
Origin: Claimed he was from a different world, but refused to provide details.
Other: Subject appears to suffer mild to severe migraines, and is extremely socialy awkward.
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Personal file of Dr. Josef Rosensky, psychologist at Camp 12b. May 30th, 2019.
Subject: The Shadow Walker:
My first interview with the prisoner and his companions were fruitful in determinging quite abit about him, however, there are still many questions. According to my interviews, he was seen as a prophet of sorts, due to his random tangents on seemingly unrelated issues. My first interview with him highlighted this exactly, as the extract below shows.
"So, where again were you born?"
The subject appeared to be suffering from a severe migraine when he replyed:
"The essence of We is not to be excluded. The spawn of We is to come to the conquest of You.
He could not explain to me what this meant, but I believe that after carefuly reviewing the data collected on him, that he is either mad, or is speaking some ingrained knowledge. Fortunatly, such outbreaks were rare, and he was helpful in answering my questions. My first thought on the nature of him was perhaps that he was a android or something, but x-rays revealed a perfectly normal human body. Biochemical tests were even less fruitfull. Analysis of the sub-dermal black lines on the forehead were deemed to be mutant in origin. However, he continuely denied being "one of You", (we assume he meant a mutant). He called himself a "shadow walker," but could not fully describe where (or what) he came from. He just simple called it "the shadows". He continuely told us that he wanted leave, so that he could "Fallback to the We".
It is my professional opinion, that he became overly fustrated with our refusal to release him, and this manifested itself in the sickness that occurred amongst other prisoners that worked near him. When confronted about it, he called it the "shadow sickness" and the "it is for the We not for You. While he was in solitary confinement, I was limited in my interviews to an intercom, and his fustrations increased. This time however, he expressed concern over the welfare of someone named "Sarah" and he saw me as the person behind his captivity. From May 20th to the 25th he threatened my life no more then 127 times, and threatened to torture my "offspring" indefinatly. Lucky for me, I had the day off during the mutant escape, thus avoiding his wrath. However I feel that my life (and my families) is in danger and I have hence forth moved to an undisclosed locations for our safety.
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More to be added?
Mai
20 years ago
"What's my real name? Isn't that on your sheet somewhere?" The small man shrugged and decided to comply. "Evan Meyers"
Evan was 5'6" 1/2 though he always claimed 5'7" sometimes even 5'8". His sandy light brown hair was longish in the front and occasionally got into his eyes. Running a hand through it, he waited for the next question.
"Codename?" The interrogator asked, not bothering to look up.
Evan sighed tiredly, why waste time with questions they already knew the answer to? Still,it wasn't like there was a point to withholding anything. "Flashback."
"Nationality?"
"British. Are you going to deport me?" He grinned, though without any real hope of the possibility.
"It says here you have dual citizenship. Your mother was an American." The interrogator barely glanced over at the file for that information.
Oooh, he was interesting enough to actually be read about. He should honored. Somehow Evan wasn't getting the special vibe. He idly wondered just how many mutants this interrogator interviewed and locked away in one day. He then changed his mind. No, he didn't want to know. "If you already knew the answer why did you bother asking me?"
"Procedure. Abnormalities?"
"I have this mole on my calf that kind of looks like Mickey Mouse." There was silence. " Well, ok, not really unless you squint.. or perhaps it was just because I was drunk."
"Do you find yourself funny, Mr. Meyer?"
"I keep me amused. That's what counts right?"
"Powers...as your kind calls them..."
Evan sighed, obviously humor wasn't his mutant power. I have the ability to stop time and even reverse it for a few minutes."
"What is the longest time you've been able to reverse? Do you remember?"
"10 minutes." Of course he remembered. It was the first time his power had manifested. He was with a friend who was a mutant. He and Alex had gone to the arcade after school. As they went to leave Evan stopped to turn in some tickets he'd won, Alex headed outside. His haggling over a larger stuffed bear for his girlfriend was interrupted by a gunshot. Evan ran outside and found his friend on the ground unmoving, blood oozing from a wound he couldn't clearly see. He remembered yelling and putting his hands to his head. If he'd been there... If they had gone out the other door... There was a flash and he felt himself being pulled backwards. Back into the building, back to the counter, back to a machine.. Alex standing next to him trying to break the high score on the StreetFighter XX game. He'd lost, not quite breaking the record,which was held by Evan.
It was one of the few things Evan felt superior over. He and Alex had been best friends since grade school. I didn't bother him that his friend turned out to be different. Evan's dad had been a mutant. His mom had moved to England for school. One night, she was attacked by a mugger and rescued by his father. Strange hero story, much like the fairy tales, except that his mother liked the hero far better than she liked the man. After a while she wanted someone else, day to day living with a mutant wasn't as glamorous as it had seemed. She met another guy in her class and they started dating. The guy left when Evan was born and didn't look at all Asian. Obviously not his son. His mother left school and brought him back to the states.
He grew up there, thinking he was the normal son of a mutant. Wishing he could be as cool as his dad, then as cool as his friend. Well, it seemed finally he got his wish. Evan steered Alex toward the other exit. His mutant power wouldn't always be there though. Alex was killed in a mutant round up a few months before Evan,himself, was caught.
"Occupation?" Evan was pulled from his reverie by the continuation of the meaningless questions.
"I work with my hands." He was feeling more and more belligerent about this ordeal and it wasn't like good behavior would help him in any way other than to save him some pain,perhaps.
The interrogator didn't bother to ask again, after all, it was right there in the file.
"Other known mutant associates?"
Flashback blinked away the wandering thoughts and looked around again at the group huddled together in the cathedral. It was going to be a long wait and he doubted he was the only one with unpleasant memories to keep him company.
Evan was 5'6" 1/2 though he always claimed 5'7" sometimes even 5'8". His sandy light brown hair was longish in the front and occasionally got into his eyes. Running a hand through it, he waited for the next question.
"Codename?" The interrogator asked, not bothering to look up.
Evan sighed tiredly, why waste time with questions they already knew the answer to? Still,it wasn't like there was a point to withholding anything. "Flashback."
"Nationality?"
"British. Are you going to deport me?" He grinned, though without any real hope of the possibility.
"It says here you have dual citizenship. Your mother was an American." The interrogator barely glanced over at the file for that information.
Oooh, he was interesting enough to actually be read about. He should honored. Somehow Evan wasn't getting the special vibe. He idly wondered just how many mutants this interrogator interviewed and locked away in one day. He then changed his mind. No, he didn't want to know. "If you already knew the answer why did you bother asking me?"
"Procedure. Abnormalities?"
"I have this mole on my calf that kind of looks like Mickey Mouse." There was silence. " Well, ok, not really unless you squint.. or perhaps it was just because I was drunk."
"Do you find yourself funny, Mr. Meyer?"
"I keep me amused. That's what counts right?"
"Powers...as your kind calls them..."
Evan sighed, obviously humor wasn't his mutant power. I have the ability to stop time and even reverse it for a few minutes."
"What is the longest time you've been able to reverse? Do you remember?"
"10 minutes." Of course he remembered. It was the first time his power had manifested. He was with a friend who was a mutant. He and Alex had gone to the arcade after school. As they went to leave Evan stopped to turn in some tickets he'd won, Alex headed outside. His haggling over a larger stuffed bear for his girlfriend was interrupted by a gunshot. Evan ran outside and found his friend on the ground unmoving, blood oozing from a wound he couldn't clearly see. He remembered yelling and putting his hands to his head. If he'd been there... If they had gone out the other door... There was a flash and he felt himself being pulled backwards. Back into the building, back to the counter, back to a machine.. Alex standing next to him trying to break the high score on the StreetFighter XX game. He'd lost, not quite breaking the record,which was held by Evan.
It was one of the few things Evan felt superior over. He and Alex had been best friends since grade school. I didn't bother him that his friend turned out to be different. Evan's dad had been a mutant. His mom had moved to England for school. One night, she was attacked by a mugger and rescued by his father. Strange hero story, much like the fairy tales, except that his mother liked the hero far better than she liked the man. After a while she wanted someone else, day to day living with a mutant wasn't as glamorous as it had seemed. She met another guy in her class and they started dating. The guy left when Evan was born and didn't look at all Asian. Obviously not his son. His mother left school and brought him back to the states.
He grew up there, thinking he was the normal son of a mutant. Wishing he could be as cool as his dad, then as cool as his friend. Well, it seemed finally he got his wish. Evan steered Alex toward the other exit. His mutant power wouldn't always be there though. Alex was killed in a mutant round up a few months before Evan,himself, was caught.
"Occupation?" Evan was pulled from his reverie by the continuation of the meaningless questions.
"I work with my hands." He was feeling more and more belligerent about this ordeal and it wasn't like good behavior would help him in any way other than to save him some pain,perhaps.
The interrogator didn't bother to ask again, after all, it was right there in the file.
"Other known mutant associates?"
Flashback blinked away the wandering thoughts and looked around again at the group huddled together in the cathedral. It was going to be a long wait and he doubted he was the only one with unpleasant memories to keep him company.
Guest
20 years ago
Edit: gonna post this now cause I wanna get on with it, and Ras said she thought it was ok. Im still able to change it if Jin or Geeii says its gonna be hard to work with. :) thanks.
Name: Desire’ Conner(Pronounced Dez-i-ray)
Height: 5’9â€Â
Weight: 135
Hair: Long copper red hair that is shoulder length. Is very very curly.
Eyes: Dark green
Mutant Power: People always said I was different. I was tall and generally good looking from the start. The day I was born I was pale and my bright green eyes were open; I wasn’t crying. People always commented on how different I was.
When I was 6, I sat looking at a book that I had found in my mom’s room. It had this guy on the front. I remember thinking “So that’s Tall Dark and Handsome.†I heard noises coming from the couch. My parents were at it again. I wish they would stop doing that around me.
I started to notice things about my life. My nails, for example. This rude kid in the 6th grade called me a bitch and I slapped him. They had to reconstruct his face. Seems I tore the skin right off his face. We are moving again to avoid the phone calls from his mom. Serves him right if you ask me. I didn’t really like the parties we went to. Seems like everyone was always making out. And that means too many damn reasons for me to have to say “I said NO!â€Â.
I finally thought I might be normal in the 9th grade. This guy that Id known since 6th grade had started dating me. Besides the normal eagerness to make out that most guys had in High school, he was generally a great guy. He was nice to me, and he did things for me. We fell in love. I finally succumbed to him late one night in his bedroom. He told me he loved me, and I loved him. In my mind I was picking out curtains for a house, I could see us married as soon as I graduated. It was the most remarkable experience, he and I. I always heard that sex the first time was horrible. Not for me. It wasn’t painful, and he was oh so gentle. God how I loved him. He looked into my eyes, and he smiled.
His funeral was that next Saturday. At first I didn’t know what happened, and I actually believed the doctors when they said that heart attacks were normal in a guy his age, that though it was rare these things did happen. But eventually I put two and two together. The constant making out. The sex my parents were always having. Jamie’s death. I decided to test it out. I went to the movies with a guy and started making out with him. I expressed as much sexual desire as I could manage. He died in my arms, almost instantly. So it was my fault Jamie died. I killed him. I couldn’t live with myself so I stuffed a pair of jeans and a scrunci in my backpack and started walking. How did you explain something like this? I knew I must avoid ever being around another man again. I could never date, not that Id want to after losing Jamie. People hated me, because I avoided them. They thought I was gay at first, I was never seen with the opposite sex. But what choice have I? Its either kill them, or let them hate me. I guess for now, they’ll hate me. If only they knew…
I’ve known some people to misspeak my name. It was common because of the spelling. Damn my mother. They normally pronounced it Desire.
In Short: Desire' can sexually manipulate her enemies. She also has pretty extreme strength for a small (but tall) girl. Not a large amount of STR. She has learned to control her powers, she doesnt have to kill you, only if she wishes it. Basically the death is a death by orgasm.
Name: Desire’ Conner(Pronounced Dez-i-ray)
Height: 5’9â€Â
Weight: 135
Hair: Long copper red hair that is shoulder length. Is very very curly.
Eyes: Dark green
Mutant Power: People always said I was different. I was tall and generally good looking from the start. The day I was born I was pale and my bright green eyes were open; I wasn’t crying. People always commented on how different I was.
When I was 6, I sat looking at a book that I had found in my mom’s room. It had this guy on the front. I remember thinking “So that’s Tall Dark and Handsome.†I heard noises coming from the couch. My parents were at it again. I wish they would stop doing that around me.
I started to notice things about my life. My nails, for example. This rude kid in the 6th grade called me a bitch and I slapped him. They had to reconstruct his face. Seems I tore the skin right off his face. We are moving again to avoid the phone calls from his mom. Serves him right if you ask me. I didn’t really like the parties we went to. Seems like everyone was always making out. And that means too many damn reasons for me to have to say “I said NO!â€Â.
I finally thought I might be normal in the 9th grade. This guy that Id known since 6th grade had started dating me. Besides the normal eagerness to make out that most guys had in High school, he was generally a great guy. He was nice to me, and he did things for me. We fell in love. I finally succumbed to him late one night in his bedroom. He told me he loved me, and I loved him. In my mind I was picking out curtains for a house, I could see us married as soon as I graduated. It was the most remarkable experience, he and I. I always heard that sex the first time was horrible. Not for me. It wasn’t painful, and he was oh so gentle. God how I loved him. He looked into my eyes, and he smiled.
His funeral was that next Saturday. At first I didn’t know what happened, and I actually believed the doctors when they said that heart attacks were normal in a guy his age, that though it was rare these things did happen. But eventually I put two and two together. The constant making out. The sex my parents were always having. Jamie’s death. I decided to test it out. I went to the movies with a guy and started making out with him. I expressed as much sexual desire as I could manage. He died in my arms, almost instantly. So it was my fault Jamie died. I killed him. I couldn’t live with myself so I stuffed a pair of jeans and a scrunci in my backpack and started walking. How did you explain something like this? I knew I must avoid ever being around another man again. I could never date, not that Id want to after losing Jamie. People hated me, because I avoided them. They thought I was gay at first, I was never seen with the opposite sex. But what choice have I? Its either kill them, or let them hate me. I guess for now, they’ll hate me. If only they knew…
I’ve known some people to misspeak my name. It was common because of the spelling. Damn my mother. They normally pronounced it Desire.
In Short: Desire' can sexually manipulate her enemies. She also has pretty extreme strength for a small (but tall) girl. Not a large amount of STR. She has learned to control her powers, she doesnt have to kill you, only if she wishes it. Basically the death is a death by orgasm.
Etric
20 years ago
Codename: Tinct
Real Name: Unknown
Alias: The Child Painter, Reinhold McDonald
Age: Mid Thirties
Height: 6ft
Weight: 198lbs
Background:
The earliest record of the mutant known as Tinct was in the late 1990s. Then known to the art world as Reinhold McDonald (or The Child Painter due to the fact that he was only a teen), Tinct burst upon the art scene with his new style of painting. The canvas didn't look like it had been painted at all, rather it looked like the picture was somehow melded on, and no one could figure out his "secret technique". He had shows all over Europe, but at the height of his popularity, he disappeared... or so the world thought. An art dealer's errand-boy figured out his secret (Tinct never found out how he knew) and proceeded to attempt to blackmail him. Rather than deal with this, Tinct decided just to drop from the public eye and go to America.
Powers:
Tinct has total control over the coloration and color transmitting abilities of any target
substance, whether solid. liquid, or gaseous. This enables him to alter basic physics and the chemical properties of any target. His power has two forms. . Tinct can alter the frequency and intensity of light itself, thus changing its properties. Tinct can also change the physical coloration of a material, including transparency/opacity. He has fine control over his power, although intricate work takes him longer than just blanketing an area in color. Only the surface of an item is affected by Tinct's power and he is limited by his line of sight. However, Tinct also possesses a mild form of X-ray vision, thus allowing him to colorize solid objects from the inside out. He rarely uses this though, as usage gives him mild vertigo up to horrible migranes. The effects of his coloration last up to a week, although he can make them permanent with some exertion. Tinct can cancel the coloration at any time.
Flaws: Tinct is very mischievious. He uses his power often for no good reason other than it amuses him. This has attracted unwanted attention more than once. Tinct isn't much a of fighter, so this can be a problem. (Although the two times he has faced Sentinels he has evaded them).
Real Name: Unknown
Alias: The Child Painter, Reinhold McDonald
Age: Mid Thirties
Height: 6ft
Weight: 198lbs
Background:
The earliest record of the mutant known as Tinct was in the late 1990s. Then known to the art world as Reinhold McDonald (or The Child Painter due to the fact that he was only a teen), Tinct burst upon the art scene with his new style of painting. The canvas didn't look like it had been painted at all, rather it looked like the picture was somehow melded on, and no one could figure out his "secret technique". He had shows all over Europe, but at the height of his popularity, he disappeared... or so the world thought. An art dealer's errand-boy figured out his secret (Tinct never found out how he knew) and proceeded to attempt to blackmail him. Rather than deal with this, Tinct decided just to drop from the public eye and go to America.
Powers:
Tinct has total control over the coloration and color transmitting abilities of any target
substance, whether solid. liquid, or gaseous. This enables him to alter basic physics and the chemical properties of any target. His power has two forms. . Tinct can alter the frequency and intensity of light itself, thus changing its properties. Tinct can also change the physical coloration of a material, including transparency/opacity. He has fine control over his power, although intricate work takes him longer than just blanketing an area in color. Only the surface of an item is affected by Tinct's power and he is limited by his line of sight. However, Tinct also possesses a mild form of X-ray vision, thus allowing him to colorize solid objects from the inside out. He rarely uses this though, as usage gives him mild vertigo up to horrible migranes. The effects of his coloration last up to a week, although he can make them permanent with some exertion. Tinct can cancel the coloration at any time.
Flaws: Tinct is very mischievious. He uses his power often for no good reason other than it amuses him. This has attracted unwanted attention more than once. Tinct isn't much a of fighter, so this can be a problem. (Although the two times he has faced Sentinels he has evaded them).
Blackrabbit
20 years ago
Note: Please let me know if this falls too close to telepathy. I assumed for the purpose of this scenario that the mind-reading type of telepathy was what was taboo... so if I am correct, this should be OK! :)
Name: Gianna Montressini
Codename: Bisbiglia (pronounced bis-BEEL-ya)
Age: 27
Height: 5'1"
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Nationality: Italian
Occupation: Musician (cellist)
Primary Power: Illusion Creation - Gianna has the ability to create realistic illusions that replicate every sense. She can create smell, taste, touch and sound in addition to visual effects. She cannot alter any physical qualities, but she can make a banana look and feel like a yacht, or a bowl of oatmeal taste like a prime rib (a fantastic ability for your average starving musician).
Secondary Power: Keen hearing; this ability gives her an edge in the music industry and comes in handy in many situations.
Flaw: Gianna was born mute due to a failure in the development of her vocal cords.
Story:
Gianna's story is simple and uncomplicated. There were no tragedies in her childhood, no earthshattering revelations or difficult puberties. It was obvious at the time of her birth that she could not speak. She tried to cry, but no sound at all came out. Her mother, a marine biologist, and her father, a software developer, brought her home and raised her as best they knew how. They refused offers of sugery and strange mechanisms to enable their daughter to speak, deciding that those choices would be hers to make when she came of age.
Gianna grew up able to understand English and Italian (her father's native language), as well as sign language. Because signing was her primary method of communication, most people assumed she was deaf. Her family kept silent about it for the most part, considering it more of an amusement.
It was obvious that from a young age Gianna had a talent and a love for music. She learned to play the piano and the clarinet, but her favorite instrument was the cello, which she studied from age 10. She attended the Venice Conservatory at age 16 and began to win some notoriety as a cellist.
Gianna's mutant abilities manifested at about the time she began to study the cello. After the first time she heard Yo-yo Ma in concert, she tried to hum one of the songs in the car on the ride home. Naturally, she couldn't do it... but she did produce one of the most beautiful replications of the song her parents had ever heard, coming right out of thin air.
Being rather open-minded, her parents decided not to make a big deal out of this newfound talent. They took it in stride and even explored it with her, making a game out of it to see how far it could go. In a short time, they found that her talent for creating illusion went quite far indeed. Gianna, afraid of being taken away from her parents, was careful about using it at all, but she did often use it to replicate a voice for herself, finally able to speak to her parents.
Her parents studied the mutant gene along with her, locating other mutants and teaching their daughter how to be responsible with her powers. Because of this, Gianna grew up well-educated, mature, and entirely at ease with herself as a mutant.
Gianna isn't entirely virtuous; she does have a slight mischievous streak that manifests itself at times when she feels someone deserves a little prank. In middle school, she once offered a bully a piece of moldy bread, making it look and smell like a cookie. As an adult, she has been known to take minor revenge on any man who gets too aggressive in his interest in her. Her worst trick to date has been creating the illusion of solid ground over a small pothole. When the man she was trying to avoid walked into it, he hit it just right and broke his ankle. Gianna, feeling guilty, determined to be very, very careful about using her power in the future.
Name: Gianna Montressini
Codename: Bisbiglia (pronounced bis-BEEL-ya)
Age: 27
Height: 5'1"
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Nationality: Italian
Occupation: Musician (cellist)
Primary Power: Illusion Creation - Gianna has the ability to create realistic illusions that replicate every sense. She can create smell, taste, touch and sound in addition to visual effects. She cannot alter any physical qualities, but she can make a banana look and feel like a yacht, or a bowl of oatmeal taste like a prime rib (a fantastic ability for your average starving musician).
Secondary Power: Keen hearing; this ability gives her an edge in the music industry and comes in handy in many situations.
Flaw: Gianna was born mute due to a failure in the development of her vocal cords.
Story:
Gianna's story is simple and uncomplicated. There were no tragedies in her childhood, no earthshattering revelations or difficult puberties. It was obvious at the time of her birth that she could not speak. She tried to cry, but no sound at all came out. Her mother, a marine biologist, and her father, a software developer, brought her home and raised her as best they knew how. They refused offers of sugery and strange mechanisms to enable their daughter to speak, deciding that those choices would be hers to make when she came of age.
Gianna grew up able to understand English and Italian (her father's native language), as well as sign language. Because signing was her primary method of communication, most people assumed she was deaf. Her family kept silent about it for the most part, considering it more of an amusement.
It was obvious that from a young age Gianna had a talent and a love for music. She learned to play the piano and the clarinet, but her favorite instrument was the cello, which she studied from age 10. She attended the Venice Conservatory at age 16 and began to win some notoriety as a cellist.
Gianna's mutant abilities manifested at about the time she began to study the cello. After the first time she heard Yo-yo Ma in concert, she tried to hum one of the songs in the car on the ride home. Naturally, she couldn't do it... but she did produce one of the most beautiful replications of the song her parents had ever heard, coming right out of thin air.
Being rather open-minded, her parents decided not to make a big deal out of this newfound talent. They took it in stride and even explored it with her, making a game out of it to see how far it could go. In a short time, they found that her talent for creating illusion went quite far indeed. Gianna, afraid of being taken away from her parents, was careful about using it at all, but she did often use it to replicate a voice for herself, finally able to speak to her parents.
Her parents studied the mutant gene along with her, locating other mutants and teaching their daughter how to be responsible with her powers. Because of this, Gianna grew up well-educated, mature, and entirely at ease with herself as a mutant.
Gianna isn't entirely virtuous; she does have a slight mischievous streak that manifests itself at times when she feels someone deserves a little prank. In middle school, she once offered a bully a piece of moldy bread, making it look and smell like a cookie. As an adult, she has been known to take minor revenge on any man who gets too aggressive in his interest in her. Her worst trick to date has been creating the illusion of solid ground over a small pothole. When the man she was trying to avoid walked into it, he hit it just right and broke his ankle. Gianna, feeling guilty, determined to be very, very careful about using her power in the future.
Briare
20 years ago
Name: Cache
Real Name: Issa Ngozi
Height: 5’8
Weight: 125
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eyes Color: Caramel Brown
Mutant Power: She can open portals into a pocket dimension through her purse, from which she draws an infinite number of items from storage (The items must be able to fit in a purse for her to put them in her portal). She can focus her portal energy and create a dimension disruption blast. Short bursts and close range (Basically like gun bullets.)
Origin: Issa was born in Egypt to a rather poor family. They lived in a hut on the Nile as farmers. Her mutant powers were not discovered right off. Issa would put things away and go back for them later unable to figure out where they went. After a year (she was11) all her dolls had disappeared and she started to cry. Frustrated she threw a shoe and it disappeared. Her heightened emotion had triggered her mutant powers and she did it again and again until she figured out what had happened.
Discovering her power she also discovered everything that had disappeared over the past few years. It took her 3 days to unpack! Her dimensional pockets are able to hold infinite amount of items however she can only open one that is a bit larger then a barrel opening. The bigger it gets the harder it is for her to open. When she realized this Issa decided to only open the portals in her purse. It saved her energy, she didn’t scare anyone when things disappeared in to a black hole, and she was still able to use it. She can not fit items any larger then would fit in a purse of this size.
As she got older Issa realized she was a target for other mutants. She was not as powerful as them and decided she had to do something to protect herself. Focusing small blasts of concentrated portal energy she realized she could create a bullet effect. Unfortunately they could not travel very far and after a distance would fade. On the plus side they can move fast and in a pinch she was not defenseless.
Not wanting her family to get caught in her cross fire so to speak Issa left home at the age of 25. She traveled the world experiencing different cultures… helping out those she could when she could. Issa became known as Cache in the mutant world and in the human world she was a trusted security guard for very rare and priceless objects. With her height and body build she became rather muscular and trained in fighting techniques with masters all over the world.
Flaws: Issa is not as educated as most people. She spent most of her time working the farm and not interested in school. Her reading skills are not great and she tends to be self conscious about it. Isisa likes to play jokes on those closer to her, a ring here or there disappearing, maybe a wallet being lifted with out a sound…
Once in awhile she will pull a rabbit out of a hat……
Real Name: Issa Ngozi
Height: 5’8
Weight: 125
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eyes Color: Caramel Brown
Mutant Power: She can open portals into a pocket dimension through her purse, from which she draws an infinite number of items from storage (The items must be able to fit in a purse for her to put them in her portal). She can focus her portal energy and create a dimension disruption blast. Short bursts and close range (Basically like gun bullets.)
Origin: Issa was born in Egypt to a rather poor family. They lived in a hut on the Nile as farmers. Her mutant powers were not discovered right off. Issa would put things away and go back for them later unable to figure out where they went. After a year (she was11) all her dolls had disappeared and she started to cry. Frustrated she threw a shoe and it disappeared. Her heightened emotion had triggered her mutant powers and she did it again and again until she figured out what had happened.
Discovering her power she also discovered everything that had disappeared over the past few years. It took her 3 days to unpack! Her dimensional pockets are able to hold infinite amount of items however she can only open one that is a bit larger then a barrel opening. The bigger it gets the harder it is for her to open. When she realized this Issa decided to only open the portals in her purse. It saved her energy, she didn’t scare anyone when things disappeared in to a black hole, and she was still able to use it. She can not fit items any larger then would fit in a purse of this size.
As she got older Issa realized she was a target for other mutants. She was not as powerful as them and decided she had to do something to protect herself. Focusing small blasts of concentrated portal energy she realized she could create a bullet effect. Unfortunately they could not travel very far and after a distance would fade. On the plus side they can move fast and in a pinch she was not defenseless.
Not wanting her family to get caught in her cross fire so to speak Issa left home at the age of 25. She traveled the world experiencing different cultures… helping out those she could when she could. Issa became known as Cache in the mutant world and in the human world she was a trusted security guard for very rare and priceless objects. With her height and body build she became rather muscular and trained in fighting techniques with masters all over the world.
Flaws: Issa is not as educated as most people. She spent most of her time working the farm and not interested in school. Her reading skills are not great and she tends to be self conscious about it. Isisa likes to play jokes on those closer to her, a ring here or there disappearing, maybe a wallet being lifted with out a sound…
Once in awhile she will pull a rabbit out of a hat……
Slipnish
20 years ago
Mutant Name: Major Feelgood
Real Name: Dudley Vajina. (That's pronounced Va-Yi-Na, Dudley says.)
Height: 6' 5''
Weight: 180lbs.
Eyes: Watery Blue.
Hair: Unknown.
Powers:
A. Main: A psychic power that extends only to the sensory power of touch. Dudley can’t actually make you see spiders crawling all over your body, but he can make you feel them. He is powerful enough to make you feel the crushing weight of a bulldozer, a heart attack, or the soft gentle touch of a loving partner. Of course, some people have different definitions of what a “loving partner†can be….
B. Secondary: Dudley has a weak form of empathy that allows him to pick up various emotions from his victims. Whether fear, excitement, or the fuzzy unknown that comes from the repeated sensation of being at the center of a gorilla gang rape, Dudley can feel your pain. (And he likes it.)
C. Weakness: Dudely is a freak. A bona fide obsessive compulsive for anything in a skirt. Unfortuntely, due to his odd upbringing, Dudley has all the social grace of a rhinocerous with a tooth ache during mating season. The main reason he went into the whole Super Hero business, was tight suits, latex outfits, and dominant chicks. Need I say more?
Suit:
A: Colors: Dudley’s suit is a vibrant purple with “Sensory Rings and Nodules of Empathic Coordination and Relay Induction†surrounding and protruding from every available flat space. Dudley says it helps to focus and aim his powers. (Even his Mother thinks the suit is a little weird.)
B: Type: The suit is a one-piece jumper with attached boots, attached gloves, and full-face mask. The only visible parts of Dudley in his costume are his eyes and lips. The openings there have zippers...
C. Equipment: Dudley carries a utility belt as a tribute to his favorite historical hero, Batman. In the belt are various items often used by the modern, ready for disco, super hero: Antiseptic ointment, an assortment of moist towelettes, band-aids, and anti-bacterial wash. On the back of the belt are a few secret compartments where Dudley keeps other things, but we won’t discuss that here…
Origin:
Dudley was born a not overly birght guy with average everything. In fact, he was so average, no one ever took a second look at him. Over the years various layers of resentment built as other kids got picked first, got the girl, got the car, or got whatever Dudley wanted.
And then...
Puberty.
With puberty came the onset of Dudley's powers. Overnight, Dudley went from a no one to number one. Everyone wanted Dudley to be their friend, hang out at their party, and stay over for the weekend. After all, who else could make spin the bottle so interesting?
And then there was always that incident with the school bully that everyone puzzled over. Sure he had picked on everyone, but the day they found him trying to scrap off the invisible "bits of rotting flesh" he swore he could feel falling off his body with a hunting knife, convinced everyone that Dudley also had a profound sense of right and wrong.
In accordance with his powers and his new found celebrity-hood, Dudley was once more on the outskirts of the crowd. Now of course everyone wanted him to perform, and they no longer left him alone.
Of course, they didn't really include him either.
Dudley eventually came to the conclusion that people were his playthings. Something to be watched, amused by, and tolerated, and yes, when necessary, protected.
Which leads us to today..... :) :)
Real Name: Dudley Vajina. (That's pronounced Va-Yi-Na, Dudley says.)
Height: 6' 5''
Weight: 180lbs.
Eyes: Watery Blue.
Hair: Unknown.
Powers:
A. Main: A psychic power that extends only to the sensory power of touch. Dudley can’t actually make you see spiders crawling all over your body, but he can make you feel them. He is powerful enough to make you feel the crushing weight of a bulldozer, a heart attack, or the soft gentle touch of a loving partner. Of course, some people have different definitions of what a “loving partner†can be….
B. Secondary: Dudley has a weak form of empathy that allows him to pick up various emotions from his victims. Whether fear, excitement, or the fuzzy unknown that comes from the repeated sensation of being at the center of a gorilla gang rape, Dudley can feel your pain. (And he likes it.)
C. Weakness: Dudely is a freak. A bona fide obsessive compulsive for anything in a skirt. Unfortuntely, due to his odd upbringing, Dudley has all the social grace of a rhinocerous with a tooth ache during mating season. The main reason he went into the whole Super Hero business, was tight suits, latex outfits, and dominant chicks. Need I say more?
Suit:
A: Colors: Dudley’s suit is a vibrant purple with “Sensory Rings and Nodules of Empathic Coordination and Relay Induction†surrounding and protruding from every available flat space. Dudley says it helps to focus and aim his powers. (Even his Mother thinks the suit is a little weird.)
B: Type: The suit is a one-piece jumper with attached boots, attached gloves, and full-face mask. The only visible parts of Dudley in his costume are his eyes and lips. The openings there have zippers...
C. Equipment: Dudley carries a utility belt as a tribute to his favorite historical hero, Batman. In the belt are various items often used by the modern, ready for disco, super hero: Antiseptic ointment, an assortment of moist towelettes, band-aids, and anti-bacterial wash. On the back of the belt are a few secret compartments where Dudley keeps other things, but we won’t discuss that here…
Origin:
Dudley was born a not overly birght guy with average everything. In fact, he was so average, no one ever took a second look at him. Over the years various layers of resentment built as other kids got picked first, got the girl, got the car, or got whatever Dudley wanted.
And then...
Puberty.
With puberty came the onset of Dudley's powers. Overnight, Dudley went from a no one to number one. Everyone wanted Dudley to be their friend, hang out at their party, and stay over for the weekend. After all, who else could make spin the bottle so interesting?
And then there was always that incident with the school bully that everyone puzzled over. Sure he had picked on everyone, but the day they found him trying to scrap off the invisible "bits of rotting flesh" he swore he could feel falling off his body with a hunting knife, convinced everyone that Dudley also had a profound sense of right and wrong.
In accordance with his powers and his new found celebrity-hood, Dudley was once more on the outskirts of the crowd. Now of course everyone wanted him to perform, and they no longer left him alone.
Of course, they didn't really include him either.
Dudley eventually came to the conclusion that people were his playthings. Something to be watched, amused by, and tolerated, and yes, when necessary, protected.
Which leads us to today..... :) :)
Hiejinx
20 years ago
Name: Camfluxxor
Real Name: Cameleora Reed aka Cameleora Colorflux
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Hair Color: Strawberry Gold
Eye Color: Turquoise
Known Relatives: Aimee and Jack Burton (mom and step dad)
Group Affliation: Recently accepted own mutation; interested in 'like' group affliation
Mutant Power: Ability through concentration for her body to take on the colors of her immediate environment allowing her to fade away into the background.
Origin: No doubt about it, I woke up one night to find myself a 'weirdo' and a misfit. I don't know whether to thank my step dad or go back and find him and send him along to whatever hell should await him.... It began when I was about 7 or 8, living in Fargo, ND with my mom and my step dad. She had married this perverted s o b about a year before but I still don't know why or what causes her to stay. Perhaps if I could tell her what he was really like..? I used to huddle in fear under the covers, shaking as I saw the shadows play across the walls like malevolent wisps against the moonlight. And then I would hear the door to their bedroom open quietly and he would walk down the stairs and go out on the porch to smoke. That meant I had about 5 to 10 minutes, enough time hopefully for my mom to doze back off before he eased back up the stairs. I would hear my bedroom door open and he would come to the bedside and whisper "Don't whimper or make a sound or I will have to hurt you and then your mom". He smelled of stale cigarettes, eager sweat and fresh booze. What could I do but lie there and let him run his hands under the covers to my hidden places? Thank heavens it wasn't every night as sometimes he got too drunk to stumble anywhere and sometimes he stayed away playing poker for I would hear he and mother arguing about the money. But the nights he came still burn fresh in my memory. When I was about 12, I began to think of ways to try and out smart him or prevent his explorations as his excitement was increasing as I began to develop. I knew it was just a matter of time....I had tried hiding before under the bed and in the closet but he always either found me or his threats became so serious I would choke on my own distaste. It didn't keep me from still trying to get away. Finally one night I heard him go out to the porch and heard the metal ting of his lighter and I vowed to myself I wouldn't put up with him anymore. I was too tall now to hide most places but I decided I would try to squeeze myself into the linen closet in the hall. As I stood there with my fists clenched tightly by my side, I heard the stairs creak and my door open and quietly shut. I prayed so hard to be quiet without a peep, I had beads of fear tingling on my scalp. Then I heard my bedroom door open again and he took a few steps toward the closet. As the knob turned, I thought "This is it, I'm a goner" but when he opened the door, he just looked surprised and eased the door shut again. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what had just happened. In fact it was by accident a few days later that I saw what had happened. I had put royal blue colored mousse in my hair after my shower and was holding a hand mirror so I could see the back of my head in the lavatory mirror. I was concentrating so hard on whether the coloring was too much or too little that I suddenly just saw the wallpaper on the wall in front of me. Poof! I had more or less disappeared. I had wondered why my dad had stuck me with this name but now it began to make sense. I had seen the little chameleons darting back and forth across the driveway and knew what they were capable of. My dad had died when I was 2, rather young and somewhat mysteriously in his job as a chemist with the military. Does my mother know about my little quirk? To this day, I don't think so but I believe my dad knew the possibility existed for its manifestation. I know he would not have turned away from me no matter how 'different' I am but now I will never get that chance to find out. All for the one sick bastard that controls my mom....Leave home and live on the streets? What choice did I have?
Other: I can extend the ability to fade in plain sight to any non metallic object.
Real Name: Cameleora Reed aka Cameleora Colorflux
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Hair Color: Strawberry Gold
Eye Color: Turquoise
Known Relatives: Aimee and Jack Burton (mom and step dad)
Group Affliation: Recently accepted own mutation; interested in 'like' group affliation
Mutant Power: Ability through concentration for her body to take on the colors of her immediate environment allowing her to fade away into the background.
Origin: No doubt about it, I woke up one night to find myself a 'weirdo' and a misfit. I don't know whether to thank my step dad or go back and find him and send him along to whatever hell should await him.... It began when I was about 7 or 8, living in Fargo, ND with my mom and my step dad. She had married this perverted s o b about a year before but I still don't know why or what causes her to stay. Perhaps if I could tell her what he was really like..? I used to huddle in fear under the covers, shaking as I saw the shadows play across the walls like malevolent wisps against the moonlight. And then I would hear the door to their bedroom open quietly and he would walk down the stairs and go out on the porch to smoke. That meant I had about 5 to 10 minutes, enough time hopefully for my mom to doze back off before he eased back up the stairs. I would hear my bedroom door open and he would come to the bedside and whisper "Don't whimper or make a sound or I will have to hurt you and then your mom". He smelled of stale cigarettes, eager sweat and fresh booze. What could I do but lie there and let him run his hands under the covers to my hidden places? Thank heavens it wasn't every night as sometimes he got too drunk to stumble anywhere and sometimes he stayed away playing poker for I would hear he and mother arguing about the money. But the nights he came still burn fresh in my memory. When I was about 12, I began to think of ways to try and out smart him or prevent his explorations as his excitement was increasing as I began to develop. I knew it was just a matter of time....I had tried hiding before under the bed and in the closet but he always either found me or his threats became so serious I would choke on my own distaste. It didn't keep me from still trying to get away. Finally one night I heard him go out to the porch and heard the metal ting of his lighter and I vowed to myself I wouldn't put up with him anymore. I was too tall now to hide most places but I decided I would try to squeeze myself into the linen closet in the hall. As I stood there with my fists clenched tightly by my side, I heard the stairs creak and my door open and quietly shut. I prayed so hard to be quiet without a peep, I had beads of fear tingling on my scalp. Then I heard my bedroom door open again and he took a few steps toward the closet. As the knob turned, I thought "This is it, I'm a goner" but when he opened the door, he just looked surprised and eased the door shut again. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what had just happened. In fact it was by accident a few days later that I saw what had happened. I had put royal blue colored mousse in my hair after my shower and was holding a hand mirror so I could see the back of my head in the lavatory mirror. I was concentrating so hard on whether the coloring was too much or too little that I suddenly just saw the wallpaper on the wall in front of me. Poof! I had more or less disappeared. I had wondered why my dad had stuck me with this name but now it began to make sense. I had seen the little chameleons darting back and forth across the driveway and knew what they were capable of. My dad had died when I was 2, rather young and somewhat mysteriously in his job as a chemist with the military. Does my mother know about my little quirk? To this day, I don't think so but I believe my dad knew the possibility existed for its manifestation. I know he would not have turned away from me no matter how 'different' I am but now I will never get that chance to find out. All for the one sick bastard that controls my mom....Leave home and live on the streets? What choice did I have?
Other: I can extend the ability to fade in plain sight to any non metallic object.
immy
20 years ago
Name: Martha
Real Name: Martha Stewart
Height: 5’9â€Â
Weight: 135 lbs.
Hair Color: Blonde, cut in a bob and always fixed
Eyes Color: Hazel
Known Relatives: Dr. Chep Boyardien and Mrs. Betty Crooker. (Mom and Dad)
Mutant Power: She has the ability to change her hands into any small kitchen accessory and appliance, such as, can opener, toaster, fork / spoon / knife, pizza cutter, spatula, etc. She can also change her hands into common household items: examples include: scissors, pencil, tape measure, remote control, etc.
She cannot change her hands into big items though, generally anything less than 5 lbs.
Secondary mutant power:This isn't a mutant power so much, but it has helped Martha grow into the strong woman she is today. She has an uncanny knack for decorating and holding her composure through anything. Give her some fabric, and she'll have your house covered in cute little pillows in no time, brightening up your life.
Her flaw: She's a clean freak. If there is a mess, she HAS to clean it. No matter where she is. Obsession? Maybe.
Origin: Martha grew up in a house dominated by her mother. She was taught at an early age to cook, decorate, clean and just how to run a house in general. When she reached the age of 21, she realized if she could make a machine that was all common household items (specifically kitchen items), she could make alot of money selling this machine to the general public. After years and years of study, she finally came up with the blueprints for a perfect machine. While the machine was being made in the labratory, Martha, exhausted and fatigued, stumbled and accidentally fell into the labratories operating area. The labratory recognized her body as a disfunctional subject and promptly cut her hands off to 'correct' the disfunction. Her hands were replaced with these mechanic devices, able to change into the items listed above. She managed to crawl off the table before the operation was over, and now, lives her life in a bittersweet state. While she is happy to have all the common household items at her disposal in her mutated hands, she is not accepted into society because of this. She now lives her life, seeking out other mutants and investing in stocks.
Other: Martha is generally a bitch, but is able to put on a 'happy face' at any given moment. It has been said, even the most powerful telepaths have a hard time reading her true emotion and thought. While she does search for other mutants, it is not a top priority for her. Her main focus in life is to make a TV show and be accepted into society as a normal woman again.
Real Name: Martha Stewart
Height: 5’9â€Â
Weight: 135 lbs.
Hair Color: Blonde, cut in a bob and always fixed
Eyes Color: Hazel
Known Relatives: Dr. Chep Boyardien and Mrs. Betty Crooker. (Mom and Dad)
Mutant Power: She has the ability to change her hands into any small kitchen accessory and appliance, such as, can opener, toaster, fork / spoon / knife, pizza cutter, spatula, etc. She can also change her hands into common household items: examples include: scissors, pencil, tape measure, remote control, etc.
She cannot change her hands into big items though, generally anything less than 5 lbs.
Secondary mutant power:This isn't a mutant power so much, but it has helped Martha grow into the strong woman she is today. She has an uncanny knack for decorating and holding her composure through anything. Give her some fabric, and she'll have your house covered in cute little pillows in no time, brightening up your life.
Her flaw: She's a clean freak. If there is a mess, she HAS to clean it. No matter where she is. Obsession? Maybe.
Origin: Martha grew up in a house dominated by her mother. She was taught at an early age to cook, decorate, clean and just how to run a house in general. When she reached the age of 21, she realized if she could make a machine that was all common household items (specifically kitchen items), she could make alot of money selling this machine to the general public. After years and years of study, she finally came up with the blueprints for a perfect machine. While the machine was being made in the labratory, Martha, exhausted and fatigued, stumbled and accidentally fell into the labratories operating area. The labratory recognized her body as a disfunctional subject and promptly cut her hands off to 'correct' the disfunction. Her hands were replaced with these mechanic devices, able to change into the items listed above. She managed to crawl off the table before the operation was over, and now, lives her life in a bittersweet state. While she is happy to have all the common household items at her disposal in her mutated hands, she is not accepted into society because of this. She now lives her life, seeking out other mutants and investing in stocks.
Other: Martha is generally a bitch, but is able to put on a 'happy face' at any given moment. It has been said, even the most powerful telepaths have a hard time reading her true emotion and thought. While she does search for other mutants, it is not a top priority for her. Her main focus in life is to make a TV show and be accepted into society as a normal woman again.
Nastirith
20 years ago
Name : Jon
Real Name : Unknown
Age : Mid 30’s
Height : 5’ 10â€Â
Weight : 213 lbs
Skin Color : Dark brown
Hair Color : Black
Eye Color : Brown
Known Relatives : Marilyn Chambers (the mutant known as White Ronin) - Deceased
Group Affiliation : Freelance worker, Jon has had dealings with the X-Men before. Invited to join, he turned them down, preferring to remain his own man.
Mutant Power : While older than many who discover their mutant abilities and master them, Jon still does not have full control over his abilities. He knows he is a shapeshifter, but so far has only be able to morph parts of his body, mainly his arms. However, he does this with devastating effect. Coupled with massive strength, the hardened scythes he can manipulate his flesh into can be quite deadly. Jon also has not tested the limits of his mutant strength, though he once lifted a VW bus off (over his head) of a young girl, the victim of a car accident.
Origin : Not much is known about the origin of the man calling himself simply “Jonâ€Â. He speaks with a Jamaican accent, though witnesses have claimed to have heard him speaking with other accents as well, or with no accent at all. He has been quoted at saying that he finds the names other mutants take for themselves to be silly and childish, but if they want to play games at being heroes, that is their prerogative.
Jon spends his time wandering, and if he settles down in one area for a lengthy time, it is more than likely to disperse a large amount of marijuana to the local populace. Jon is a pot head, through and through, and he is an outspoken activist on the legalization of the plant. He’s had several close calls with Sentinels during rallies, and has recently stayed out of the limelight.
His only known relative, his wife, is deceased. She too was a nomadic mutant, and together they hired their services out. Her death changed Jon, and his previous jovial attitude toward everyone is now only thin layer over the pain that lies beneath.
Now, running from death and Sentinels, Jon is often a bleak soul. It seems as though all the rage of his life has been building up, and is ready to be freed upon any poor soul that gets in his way.
Real Name : Unknown
Age : Mid 30’s
Height : 5’ 10â€Â
Weight : 213 lbs
Skin Color : Dark brown
Hair Color : Black
Eye Color : Brown
Known Relatives : Marilyn Chambers (the mutant known as White Ronin) - Deceased
Group Affiliation : Freelance worker, Jon has had dealings with the X-Men before. Invited to join, he turned them down, preferring to remain his own man.
Mutant Power : While older than many who discover their mutant abilities and master them, Jon still does not have full control over his abilities. He knows he is a shapeshifter, but so far has only be able to morph parts of his body, mainly his arms. However, he does this with devastating effect. Coupled with massive strength, the hardened scythes he can manipulate his flesh into can be quite deadly. Jon also has not tested the limits of his mutant strength, though he once lifted a VW bus off (over his head) of a young girl, the victim of a car accident.
Origin : Not much is known about the origin of the man calling himself simply “Jonâ€Â. He speaks with a Jamaican accent, though witnesses have claimed to have heard him speaking with other accents as well, or with no accent at all. He has been quoted at saying that he finds the names other mutants take for themselves to be silly and childish, but if they want to play games at being heroes, that is their prerogative.
Jon spends his time wandering, and if he settles down in one area for a lengthy time, it is more than likely to disperse a large amount of marijuana to the local populace. Jon is a pot head, through and through, and he is an outspoken activist on the legalization of the plant. He’s had several close calls with Sentinels during rallies, and has recently stayed out of the limelight.
His only known relative, his wife, is deceased. She too was a nomadic mutant, and together they hired their services out. Her death changed Jon, and his previous jovial attitude toward everyone is now only thin layer over the pain that lies beneath.
Now, running from death and Sentinels, Jon is often a bleak soul. It seems as though all the rage of his life has been building up, and is ready to be freed upon any poor soul that gets in his way.
Rae
20 years ago
Name : Zone
Real name : Rupert
Height : 6' 1
Weight : 165.2319876543215678462...(you get the idea) lbs.
Hair color : Brown
Eye color : Deep Blue
Known relatives : Might have a wife, though perhaps she left him. He is too absent minded to say anything coherent on this or any subject.
Group affiliation : Do his lab rats count? No affiliation other than that.
Mutant powers : Teleportation. When he teleports there is a "splurt" sound, red smoke and a faint metallic scent reminiscent of blood. Also has minor telkenetic abilities. He can slide things along a flat surface, but can only lift things about four feet in the air.
Origin : As far as Rupert knows, he has always been a scientist. Though he seems to be an absent minded one. He is prone to begin a project and then move to the next before that one is completed. His speach follows the same pattern. He will begin discussing one topic and then with a single word or phrase his mind shifts to something completely different. You know you have spent too much time with Rupert, when he starts to make sense. The truth is, his brain catalogs each thought, but moves too quickly for him to stay on one topic for an extended length of time. For this reason, he can have several projects going at once. the drawback to working with him on these projects is that you have to wait for him to cycle back around to the topic you were discussing. This can take hours. the longest wait was 6 days, 3 hours, 45 mins, and 10 seconds. I am sure you would agree that the invention of the paper clip was well worth the wait.
Other : Ruperts collegues discovered that alcohol has an interesting effect on him. It seems to slow him down enough that he becomes almost coherent.
Real name : Rupert
Height : 6' 1
Weight : 165.2319876543215678462...(you get the idea) lbs.
Hair color : Brown
Eye color : Deep Blue
Known relatives : Might have a wife, though perhaps she left him. He is too absent minded to say anything coherent on this or any subject.
Group affiliation : Do his lab rats count? No affiliation other than that.
Mutant powers : Teleportation. When he teleports there is a "splurt" sound, red smoke and a faint metallic scent reminiscent of blood. Also has minor telkenetic abilities. He can slide things along a flat surface, but can only lift things about four feet in the air.
Origin : As far as Rupert knows, he has always been a scientist. Though he seems to be an absent minded one. He is prone to begin a project and then move to the next before that one is completed. His speach follows the same pattern. He will begin discussing one topic and then with a single word or phrase his mind shifts to something completely different. You know you have spent too much time with Rupert, when he starts to make sense. The truth is, his brain catalogs each thought, but moves too quickly for him to stay on one topic for an extended length of time. For this reason, he can have several projects going at once. the drawback to working with him on these projects is that you have to wait for him to cycle back around to the topic you were discussing. This can take hours. the longest wait was 6 days, 3 hours, 45 mins, and 10 seconds. I am sure you would agree that the invention of the paper clip was well worth the wait.
Other : Ruperts collegues discovered that alcohol has an interesting effect on him. It seems to slow him down enough that he becomes almost coherent.
Dia
20 years ago
Mutant Report 11-72-5A69
Alias: The Humming Bird
Real Name: Birdie Hawn
Height: 4'9
Weight: 90 lbs.
Hair Color: blonde
Eyes Color: green
Known Relatives: Alicia & Tomas Hawn of Tennessee USA
Group Affiliation: none
Status: Missing in Action
Mutant Report: Birdie aka The Humming bird has been reported MIA. Be aware that Birdie can use her vocal cords and voice box as dangerous weapons. Somehow she is able to pierce eardrums and other various injuries. Reports indicated that Ms. Hawn was able to move her voice box much faster and at a sharper pitch than ever seen/heard before. Test results have proven that she can even make a dogs ears bleed. When in lock down, before we were aware of Ms. Hawns full abilities, she killed two guards in an attempt to escape. They were found on the floor with blood soaked hands clutched to their skulls. Later we learned to fill our ears with wax and even the we were not fully protected. Once recaptured, we will remove Ms. Hawns voice box rendering her defeated and harmless as a cow.
Be advised when approaching Birdie "The Humming Bird" Hawn, to take neccisary(sp) precations and do not give her a chance to open her mouth. Humming has not been tested for problems but should still be taken sirously. Be fast and be quick in getting the S.C.A.R.F (silent care automatic resistance functioner) around her pretty throat.
Alias: The Humming Bird
Real Name: Birdie Hawn
Height: 4'9
Weight: 90 lbs.
Hair Color: blonde
Eyes Color: green
Known Relatives: Alicia & Tomas Hawn of Tennessee USA
Group Affiliation: none
Status: Missing in Action
Mutant Report: Birdie aka The Humming bird has been reported MIA. Be aware that Birdie can use her vocal cords and voice box as dangerous weapons. Somehow she is able to pierce eardrums and other various injuries. Reports indicated that Ms. Hawn was able to move her voice box much faster and at a sharper pitch than ever seen/heard before. Test results have proven that she can even make a dogs ears bleed. When in lock down, before we were aware of Ms. Hawns full abilities, she killed two guards in an attempt to escape. They were found on the floor with blood soaked hands clutched to their skulls. Later we learned to fill our ears with wax and even the we were not fully protected. Once recaptured, we will remove Ms. Hawns voice box rendering her defeated and harmless as a cow.
Be advised when approaching Birdie "The Humming Bird" Hawn, to take neccisary(sp) precations and do not give her a chance to open her mouth. Humming has not been tested for problems but should still be taken sirously. Be fast and be quick in getting the S.C.A.R.F (silent care automatic resistance functioner) around her pretty throat.
Rasberry
20 years ago
Kk, we have enough for a good solid game, but I'm gonna go ahead and extend the deadline one day to give the few stragglers time to fill in their place holders with a character. Chars will be due tonight (so feel free to tweak yours if you wanna). Roles tomorrow night then, and then first kill Thurs morning =)
Any questions, feel free to throw me a PM.
Any questions, feel free to throw me a PM.
Vulash
20 years ago
Name: Joel
Real Name: Unknown
Height: 5'8
Weight: 153
Hair Color: Brown (died blonde)
Eye Color: Green
Relatives: Unknown
Origin: Unknown
Group Affiliation: Unknown
Background: Everything previous to 1 year ago for Joel is unknown to him. His earliest recollection is waking up naked on the bank of a small creek several miles out of town. Abrasions on his wrists and ankles, and a pain in the back of his head were the only clues to his past.
The first few weeks were hard, but not as hard as they should have been. Food, clothes, lodging all had a way of falling into his lap. After a few nights he became more conscious of his dreams and the direct result it had on his days. It took a few more before he realized they weren't his at all, but rather the people he needed things from. Months later he somewhat had control of his powers - able to enter the dreams of others and manipulate to achieve almost any result he wanted. As he became more ambitious he began to feel the taxations of his craft and learned to get the results he needed with the least amount of instrusion possible.
When the Sentinals came for him he wasn't hard prey. He wished he could say he put up an epic struggle or ran and hid for months, but the simple fact was he was powerless against them. Apparently they knew more about him then he knew about himself because during the arrest he was heavily sedated and kept that way until the breakout.
Super Power: Able to influence people through dreams. It takes considerable time to get any large results (a full night), and anything that approaches complete "brainwashing" or "charming" is very taxing.
Weakness: All memory previous to one year is lost. Basic human knowledge is still there, but even simple things like driving had to be relearned. Many things he still hasn't yet relearned including some geometry, history, ect.
Real Name: Unknown
Height: 5'8
Weight: 153
Hair Color: Brown (died blonde)
Eye Color: Green
Relatives: Unknown
Origin: Unknown
Group Affiliation: Unknown
Background: Everything previous to 1 year ago for Joel is unknown to him. His earliest recollection is waking up naked on the bank of a small creek several miles out of town. Abrasions on his wrists and ankles, and a pain in the back of his head were the only clues to his past.
The first few weeks were hard, but not as hard as they should have been. Food, clothes, lodging all had a way of falling into his lap. After a few nights he became more conscious of his dreams and the direct result it had on his days. It took a few more before he realized they weren't his at all, but rather the people he needed things from. Months later he somewhat had control of his powers - able to enter the dreams of others and manipulate to achieve almost any result he wanted. As he became more ambitious he began to feel the taxations of his craft and learned to get the results he needed with the least amount of instrusion possible.
When the Sentinals came for him he wasn't hard prey. He wished he could say he put up an epic struggle or ran and hid for months, but the simple fact was he was powerless against them. Apparently they knew more about him then he knew about himself because during the arrest he was heavily sedated and kept that way until the breakout.
Super Power: Able to influence people through dreams. It takes considerable time to get any large results (a full night), and anything that approaches complete "brainwashing" or "charming" is very taxing.
Weakness: All memory previous to one year is lost. Basic human knowledge is still there, but even simple things like driving had to be relearned. Many things he still hasn't yet relearned including some geometry, history, ect.
Jinheim
20 years ago
Alright, the deadline has come and gone. Roles will be distributed Wednesday morning.