X-Men: Hunted [Characters]

[Teen Idle]

[X-MEN: HUNTED]
[In Character] | [Out of Character] | [CHARACTERS]
[Gamemaster: Hillan] [Threadmaster: Teen Idle]
[IC Assistant: Sloth] [OOC Assistant: Draconis Nevyn]

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Name: Erin Blakewood
Age: 17
Gender: Female ♀

Codename: N/A
Danger Level: N/A

Personality:
Erin is a very reserved character. She is not very forthcoming and trusts no one. She's capable of keeping up a conversation, she just chooses not to start them - a "speak when spoken to" kind of girl. She hasn't always been this way, though; naturally blonde, Erin was once amongst the most socially outgoing girls in her school - she hung out with her friends by the football field, she went to parties and cheered on weekends. Erin has come to learn that nothing good lasts forever, as her life was turned upside down by the manifestation of her powers. Now, she lives a life of fear - if you were to describe her in a word, it would be 'afraid'. Afraid of trusting anyone, afraid of the voices she hears in her head, afraid of the immense power she can feel within. Now, she much prefers to keep to herself, though she's not shy and is rarely rude. She's just afraid.

She's afraid of herself, as well. Her insecurities have grown in strength since her powers emerged and her demons have taken over - she's insecure about everything, from her appearance to her weight. As a result, she always wears make up and does her hair perfectly, and wears baggy clothes to hide her emaciated figure that she considers too big. She's not very adept at accepting criticism, either, and so she is easily offended by such remarks.

Powers:
Telepathy allows Erin to communicate with others through thought, being able to both hear the thoughts of others and project her own thoughts to them. She has little control of this ability, often hearing thoughts she didn't intend to. As such, she is easily overwhelmed in crowds. With practice, she will be able to read the minds of other people and see things from their perspective.

Telekinesis allows Erin to move objects with her mind, causing them to levitate. Again, she has little control over this ability and is currently unable to use it, though it often activates of its own accord, causing random nearby objects to levitate. With practice, she will have much more control over this ability and will even be able to fly by levitating herself.

Skills:
Erin is very intelligent - a trait which, contrary to popular belief, she has always had, having nothing to do with her powers. She loves to read and often escapes from her stressful reality into the fantastical worlds of fiction. She's a classically trained pianist of the 8th grade and has a soft singing voice, though since her loss of confidence she is reluctant to perform in public. She's also a talented artist and loves to paint.

Physically, Erin has never been very strong and her new-found frailty does not aid the situation. She is, however, very flexible and, through her time as a cheerleader, has become adept at gymnastics. Naturally, her ability has declined since she has been 'out of the game', but she has still retained her technique and with a little training she is likely to redevelop her previous talent.

Backstory:
The Blakewood family are a wealthy one, hailing from the countryside of Oxfordshire in England. There, they owned a large manor house with a substantial amount of land upon which their only child, Erin, was free to play and ride her horses. She attended a prestigious private school forty minutes away from her home, closer to the city of London, up until she was about 15. That's when she discovered her abilities and her world was shattered.

Her parents noticed the change in her, but counselling and treatment for eating disorders seems fruitless, and so they grew worried. This was not helped by the fact that there was reports of mutant behaviour in the area, and the Blakewoods reasoned that their daughter was probably terrified by the thought of a mutant in the school. Fearing that her daughters safety - both from the anonymous mutant and from herself - would be jeopardized should they stay in the area, they decided to sell up and move - somewhere far away, where the anti-mutant regime was in full force. America.

Alas, the move seemed to do no good for Erin - in fact, being at a new school where she knew nobody seemed to only make her worse. The constant pressure to keep her curse a secret from everyone was not aided by the harsh anti-mutant attitudes of her classmates, neighbours and, to her dismay, parents. Eventually, she realised she could never be honest with her parents, whom she adored, as they would stop loving her. Their little girl was a monster.

And so, that was it. She had had enough. She wrote a note upon tear-stained parchment - not mentioning that she was a mutant, just explaining that she could no longer cope - and headed towards the nearest bridge. Before she jumped, however, a man with an exotic, Cajun accent intervened, explaining that he knew the nature of her sorrow and that he understood. Explaining that he could help her to transform her life and learn to live with her abilities. Explaining about the X-Men. And so it began...

[Hillan]

It is better to die on your feet, than to live on your knees.

Name:

Gabriel Lucas Michaels.

Codename:
Daken - Ancient Mayan for "Beast"

Age:
19

Danger Rank:
B.

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
182 CM tall. 84 KG heavy. Very well toned. He has a few scars and bruises.
He always wears his two pendants, one pentagram, and one cross, both of them made out of pure iron.
He usually wears nothing more fancy than a rather typical outfit. He does however always keep a pair of black-gloves on.

Personality:
Gabriel is a serious young man, he is a soldier, both in heart and body. He comes off as bitter and quite the party-pooper, often demanding people to be more serious. He believes in protecting people, not just his people, but all people. However, as the soldier he is, he knows that war has it's costs, that there is collateral damage. He tries the best he can to protect people he care about. He is a Christian through and through, and prays for friends and foes alike, wishing them both the best, both in this life, and the next. Contrary to popular belief, his rather animalistic powers does not alter his personality.

Powers:
Powers Of The Cheetah:

According to what Remy has told him, his mutation is that of a cheetah, the dexterity and the claws but also it's never ending will to hunt.

Super Human Senses:
He has enhanced smell and sight, that is many times superior to that of a human.

Super Human Dexterity

"Perfection" as some would've called it. The ability to never trip, to never fumble. The complete lack of being clumsy. (Sidebar: No, this does not mean perfect accuracy.)

Healing Factor:

His body is able to heal from wounds at an incredible rate, however, compared to the man of similar powers as himself, Gabriel's healing is slow. This also applies to his regeneration of Stamina.

Retractable Vibranium Claws:

He is able to retract two 40 CM long Blades from his hands, very much akin to that of Weapon X. However, his claws are composed of a different component, put into him already as a child. The vibranium has a lighter mass, and his vibranium only coats his bones, making them harder to brake, but not unbreakable. However, unlike Adamantium, Vibranium is "Bendable" To Gabes will, hence, he can make his claws bend to hold onto things, and such.



Skills:

Multi-Lingual: He speaks 4 different languages, including Spanish, English, Hebrew and Arabic.
Free-Running: Argentina had it's perks with helping him raise his acrobatic skills.
Martial Arts: He has basic training in Kaw Magra and in Kick Boxing, not much to hang in the tree besides that.
Tactician: Having studied a vast amount of historical battles, he has a good sense for tactics.

Backstory:
Born in Lawrence, his mother was a Hispanic woman, and his father was a War-Vet. His mother left not too long after his birth. His father began an alcoholic abuse, that went out over Gabriel, whom constantly took the beating, knowing there was nothing he could do. Well, that is, till one day, when suddenly, his father was beating him more than usual, and in one brutal swipe, he slashed his father over the face, with the claws that had sprouted from his hands.

He fled from home, following this, as his father called the UO, whom began hunting him. He fled to Argentina, where he spent his pre-teens and early teens, running with a couple of mutant gangs, just trying to make ends meet. He ran from the UO, as best as he could. Till the M.H.S came at them. One sentinel, and Rio was in ruins, his gang was dead, and the only reason he survived was because that a Cajun saved his life.

That was two years ago, and he has stuck with the man since then, doing his best to serve the cause for equality and peace.

[Draconis Nevyn]

Name:
Samuel (Sam) Johannes Bowie
Codename:
Ion
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Height:
6'1"
Weight:
63.5Kg
Striking Characteristics:
Eyes and hands glow blue when using his ability, which is easy to see. Scottish accent.

Danger Rank:
E (Relatively unknown)

Mutation:
Plasma Manipulation
Samuel is able to create, control and manipulate plasma: which is a state of matter consisting of ionized gas containing an approximately equal number of positive ions and electrons. So far he can use this ability to create, generate, and manipulate all forms of plasma, including fire and electricity. This can then be used to utilise the following: Plasma Ball Projection, (Plasma Beam Emission)*, (Plasma Bolt Projection)*, Plasma Breath, (Formulated Plasma Blasts)* and Plasmakinetic Combat empowering strikes and/or weapons by surrounding their limbs in plasma.
()* variations he can currently use
Limitations:
Although he has the capabilities to do the above, he can only use his ability so often as the energy burns his hands over time and can cause him agony. In addition he uses his own personal energy to control the Plasma and thus will grow weaker with every use, unless he finds a way to recuperate, such as eating and/or sleeping.

Skills:
Intellectual - Samuel is well-educated in Physics and other subjects, he has been trained in basic hand-to-hand combat and speaks English and German fluently. He can also speak a little Gaelic.
Strength level - Samuel possesses the normal human strength of a man his age, height and build who engages in intensive regular exercise.
Tactics - Samuel is skilled in tactics though still has a lot to learn yet.
Music - Samuel can play the guitar but is a little rusty.

Weaknesses:
Dogs - Samuel has a phobia of canines due to a point in his past which he rarely shares.
Heights - Samuel loses control of his ability when aware he is at a great height.

Personality:
Samuel can often be seen brooding by himself though he can sometimes be open and friendly though one would have to break him from whatever he is thinking about first and have a good reason for doing so as he is also jumpy out of necessity, though once out of his brooding state he will smile or show other emotions like a normal person but he is often haunted. He is against public shows of abilities and will only use them if he has to because of the damage they can do to himself and the areas around him. Samuel has many secrets but if asked specifically he will tell his story or at least parts of it due, once again, to necessity. He also hates unnecessary violence and will go out of his way to attempt to stop it.

Backstory:
Sam prefers not to speak of his history though what is known isn't special. He was born in Scotland to a loving mother and abusive father. This father would often beat Samuel and his mother and actually bought a dog which he sometimes used to attack them when he was feeling especially cruel. This led to Samuel's fear of dogs and he often freezes up he even hears a howl or bark. He discovered his powers on an especially bad night. He came home to the sight of his father laughing cruelly as his dog attacked Samuel's mother. Samuel reacted by running towards his father, fuelled by rage. As he ran he was completely unaware of the bright blue energy that burst into existence around his hands. He managed to reach his father and killed his father and his mutt, though that was only because his ability went out of control there and did it, though it had the unfortunate side-effect of destroying his house as well, though he managed to escape and made it to America (He hasn't told anyone how though) where he began looking for somewhere to belong, though he is unsure if he ever really will.

[MsKittyCatty]

Name: Aedre Finn

Codename: Sneak

Danger level: D

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality:

Aedre has gotten a hardened personality over the last 5 years, though she’s still the sweet, hurting girl on the inside. She hasn’t had anyone in authority over her in a while, and thus can get rebellious at times. However, she is vulnerable to father figures and listens to them much easier than a female. She is caring and seeks to protect when she can, though most of her experience is in running away. She does tend to be indecisive in tough situations, often not sure what she should do. She can become easily manipulated and brain washed, finding herself easily over devoted to ideas and justice, which varies in different eyes. She is perseveres even in hopeless looking situations, until the absolute last minute. She’s always afraid of being called a coward or chicken because of her powers. She becomes easily jealous when others get praise over her when she feels she’s done something right, always seeking a kind word or attention after being rather lonely since her father was arrested. She pretends to be self confident, and tries not to trust too easily, though she often does anyway. Always up for a challenge.

Powers:

Invisibility: Can turn herself and anything she touches invisible (allows her to be clothed and disappear completely), though she’s too afraid to try and make someone else disappear yet. She’s unsure if she could make them visible again. She’s still a physical object in this form and can be injured. She cannot be invisible and phase at the same time currently, though it would be useful if she learned how.

Phasing: She has the ability to pass through solids by allowing her atoms to pass through the spaces between atoms in an object. During this process, she can’t breathe while in the object. While phasing she cannot be physically injured or her mind read, though she has not stayed in this phased form for longer than a few seconds at a time. She’s afraid she’d get stuck. She can also phase other people or objects, but has only done so with objects so far.

Skills:

Archery: She can shoot a longbow, recurve, compound, or crossbow. She has been hunting before, and has excellent aim when not nervous.

Brazilian Jujitsu: She is proficient in jujitsu, having taken 6 years of it as a child. She is not an expert by any means, but can submit an opponent much larger than herself if they rely only on brute force. Anyone with more years of fighting training than herself could defeat her easily.

Backstory:

When Aedre was born, the emotional trauma of birth immediately set her powers in motion. One minute she was in the doctor’s hands, the next, she was invisible. He could still feel her weight, but she wasn’t there. Everyone panicked, to say the least. Not to mention Aedre’s mother. Eventually Aedre reappeared, but she kept disappearing on and off until the hospital begged her mother and father to just take her home. Whatever was wrong with her they couldn’t fix. Once they got back home, Aedre’s mother was already on the edge. Her baby, to her, was a freak. Aedre’s father tried to hide Aedre from her mother as much as possible, but Aedre would disappear during diaper changes. She would be eating and suddenly gone from her high chair. Her mother couldn’t take it and eventually had to be put away when found talking to herself walking down the street, every once in a while calling out for Aedre to come out of different alleys.

Aedre’s father was devastated, but loved Aedre too much to lose her too. He didn’t mind her powers at all. He took care of her, and as she got older, she began being able to control her invisibility a lot better. Her father could finally take her in public without fear of her causing a scene. He knew she would be a target though because of her abilities, and began teaching her what little he knew about self defense. He used to take jujitsu classes in his young 20s, and taught her what he remembered before enrolling her in a class where she excelled. He was also the avid hunter, though he preferred bow hunting. He taught her archery and took her on hunts, where she picked up pretty quickly. He tried to teach her how to shoot, but quickly realized guns frightened Aedre. She ended up dropping the gun and closing her eyes when shooting whenever he tried showing her, so he gave up, hoping he’d taught her enough.

Eventually the war broke out, and her father knew he could never let anyone take Aedre from him. He hid himself and her from the world, trying to protect her. The war came to their door though, without a knock. Some soldiers came in unannounced, speaking about records from the hospital where Aedre was born, and asking about her mother who still resided in the town’s asylum, speaking of her invisible daughter whose hair she combed every day. Aedre was only 13 and terrified on the men, who wanted to take her and run tests on her DNA. They forced her father out of the way, looking to take some blood, but Aedre screamed and ran, trying to get out of the house. They cornered her, but she closed her eyes, backing up against the wall, and next thing she knew she was outside the wall on the grass. She blinked a few times and heard yelling, and realized she’d just fell right through the wall! She quickly scrambled, getting up and running as far and as fast and she could.

She was on the run for only about a day, when she came back to her house, finding it empty. Her father had been taken into custody for questioning about harboring a mutant. She grabbed her favorite compound bow, arrows with broadheads, and a bag of her clothes and a picture of her and her father with her first deer kill. She wiped her blurry, tear filled eyes and began seeking refuge from strangers, simply turning invisible and running anytime they were unkind. She’s been on the run ever since, fighting when she could and seeking help all the time.

[Daraev]

Name: Dimitri Sudayev

Codename: Vixen

Danger Rank: E

Age: 16

Gender: Male (predominantly)

Appearance: His real appeanance is rather strange, his body is covered in a tan coloured scale like material that holds patterns of black on his wrists, ankles and neck. His hair is a dark blue and is slicked back, molding to the shape oh his head. His eyes are bright green and are slit like a snake's. He also appears to be naked, although his genitalia does not show, making him look like a snake like ken doll. However, because of his lithe build and light voice he appears androgynous

Personality: Dimitri has some issues controlling his anger, usually leading him into an argument and occasionally a fist fight. He is a loner due to the coupling of his aggression and he is shy. However he warms up to a people slowly, he likes to get a genuine feel of people before he decides to get closer. If he does then you just earned an extremely loyal friend. He can come off as sarcastic and cynical at times but tries not to cross the line. He is a closeted bisexual.

Powers: Shapeshifting into animals, although he has to have touched the animal, doing so allows him to access the animals genetic and physical structure and trans form. However he can only hold the infoirmation of six animals at a time, he currently has a pitbull, egyptian mau, Cockateil, python and sugar glider.
Inhanced Flexibility
Inhanced reflexes and agility

Skills: Street fighting, acting, Voice mimcry (he can imitate other peoples voices almost perfectly), Speaks Russian and French

Backstory: Dimitri was born into an average family of four in Moscow, Russia. His father, Nikolai was a Biology Professor at a local Medical institute and his mother was a free lance, Psych-therapist. He had a relatively normal early childhood, however when his grandmother from his mother's side became ill, the family packed up and moved to New York city to care for the elderly woman. His family stayed in the city for thirteen years after the woman died, six months after they arrived in the states.

Dimitri and his siblings were raised as New Yorkers during this time. However, his life changed dramatically when he entered high school. He woke up one day with a weird tingling all over his body, but just brushed it off. Until he saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His body was covered in tan and black scales reminiscent of a snake, his hair was slicked back and a deep indigo colour, and his normally dark green eyes were nearly neon bright and slit like a snakes. He started to panic and just kept thinking how he was going to get back to normal. Then he heard a shocked gasp and turned his head to see his mother. She gaped at him before saying that they needed to get him somewhere safe.

[violetember]

Name: Ashton Lila Ronald.


Codename: Wicked.


Age: Fifteen – on the verge of being sixteen.


Gender: Female.


Danger Rank: C.


Appearance: A small thing, Ash is. Only 5'3" at 106 pounds. Naturally red headed with freckles that coat her body. She resembles her mother with her curled locks and narrow nose. High cheek bones and severed lips. Such a beauty, Ash is, yet she finds her appearance appalling. A mistake, an accident, and above all else, a disgrace.


Personality: Ashton is not simply a timid face with innocence that mark its place, but instead, categorized far more broadly into what may be several different sides. She is a mystery beyond explanation, a pin lost in the midst of a haystack, or perhaps a mere cat, wandering about, independent and stealthy, but still halfheartedly searching for what could potentially be her home. She is many things, you see, many different nouns and verbs that cannot all be placed together, for her puzzle is not finished. Oh, on the contrary. Ash's story has just begun...

What you see is not always what you get. Sometimes you may get more than what Ash is willing to share, or on occasion, you may as well get less. It depends. Rarely does one ever get more, even when it is promptly expected. She is one of rebellion. She is stubborn. She is an untamed tiger with a loud roar that is submerged deep within her, waiting impatiently to arise. Ash is compared to a firework. Once the source of fire has touched her fuse, there is no telling when she is bound to irrupt. And when she does, Ashton is unpredictable. She could easily spiral in the opposite direction, creating little to no sound at all. Or she can come hurdling toward you, dear reader, her attack abrupt and full-force.

In other terms, Ash is a very uncommon person amongst the sea of teens her age, and yet, at the same time, you can hardly say she's different. Ashton strives to be normal, even when she is vaguely aware of her flaws, therefore doesn't fit with the others in the least. Her logic, however, is immensely scattered, and probably tarnished as well. Ash can quite literally jump from erratic triumph to mournful uncertainty in seconds. The cause behind these swings have yet to be claimed, even when Ashton herself knows more than she's capable of admitting.

The hypocrite says one thing, but often times does the other. She believes that others do not deserve such pain when she has no problem inflicting it on herself. She apologizes so often, but then swivels on one foot and scolds others for doing the same. Ash is a very sweet girl, able to give compliments left and right, but receiving them is a whole other story. Complication, really. She has come to the conclusion that no one genuinely loves her, no one cherishes the time spent with her, no one even bothers to notice the space she takes up. She is a nuisance, a problem at hand, and a bother.

So forgetful she is, so caught up in her own world, the girl is practically blind. Her matted, tangled mane blocks her vision, keeping her from seeing the truth. The surprise behind curtain number one, two, and three. Ashton is an accuser, a very spiteful person, also. She can be exceedingly jealous and will do anything in her power to get what she thinks is rightfully hers. Even when that contradicts what she thinks. Not that it matters of course. Not that anyone has taken the time to actually note her issues.

Not that she expects them to. Ashton is exceptionally good at hiding emotions. But then again, what all do you consider 'hiding' them? They don't disappear. Not completely, anyway. They pile up. She stows them away, rids herself of them so they don't create such a disastrous ending to her*fairy tale* but little does she know they come back with a punch. They always do. A punch that manages to knock her off her feet and sway in all directions. This could cost her the friends she gained, the trust she worked so hard to get, the relationship she may develop with a special boy... Everything.

If only Ash was able to see it. If only she wasn't so damn stubborn. Then maybe things would be different.


Powers:
1. Psionic Blast, one of her most leading abilities, that can overload another's mind, inflicting pain, memory loss, or lack of consciousness after having created a psionic link into that individual's mind.
2. Empathy, another familiar ability of hers which she has greatly underestimated in which she can read/sense the emotions of others and morph them any way she pleases.
3. And finally, Power Sensing, the ability to sense or recognize the abilities of others within range of her.


Skills: After two years of being on her own at only fifteen, Ash has picked up on quite a few tricks. She knows how to pick a lock, hot wire a car, and even assemble a fake ID. While she is not the best fighter, she does have her abilities on her side. Also, since she is so frail and petite, Ash has learned how to hide herself well in small, hidden, or opaque areas. Actually, it has become more of a frequent hobby of hers... hiding.


Back Story: Ashton's life was never a fairytale – and it hasn't started now. When she was just an infant, her eldest brother died of lung cancer at the age of six. She hadn't known him, being only six months, but she does recall vaguely going to his funeral when revealing pictures that had once been stuffed underneath her mother's drawers. Due to her brother's sudden death, it was evident that neither parent could handle much of their other two children, another son, and little Ashton. Often times Ash's brother would catch himself in the midst of an argument, an innocent bystander with little Ash in his arms.

As Ashton and her elder brother, Jace, grew older, the two learned that there was no depending on their parents. They bickered too much for either to ask for simple things like lunch money or school supplies, so the two children coped reluctantly, doing with what they had. Throughout their lives, they were forcefully thrown in and out of fights, physical and otherwise. While both had promised to stay within reach of the other, and to ultimately never cross over the trust they shared, occasionally, they were wrenched in opposing directions, one child to the left, the other to the right. It was never their call to make, but instead, their parents did so for them, without resistance.

Thus, both children grew with this resent towards each other, despising the very presence of their family members. The two parents led separate lives, hardly involving themselves in anyone else's lives. It was almost as if they were utterly four opposing people – only slightly related by living underneath the same roof. Jace, after the years, grew to love things like Pokemon and football. Ash's mother spent a majority of her waking hours at her accounting job or at the local bar. Her father supposedly said he was with his closest friends, but the two children knew the truth. He was having sex with other women. All while little Ashton was beginning to discover something treacherous … something that distinguished her even further from her ordinary family.

Abilities. Abilities like no other. She'd once heard of such things, when her brother bothered to tell her stories. It was of a team referred to as the X-men. She remembered how powerful he made them out to be, extraordinary, heroic. Now, they didn't even exist, nevertheless, her brother didn't understand why. Nor did she. Then again, she considered it a fairytale. Too fictional to be factual. It was all a lie, a game, when it truly was – she know realizes – the unexplainable truth.

Her powers came gradually, a process at which was rare amongst other mutants. Usually they were formed by rage or hopelessness, while Ash's developed with age. She wasn't entirely sure all that she was capable of until the age of thirteen, when she and her brother got into a heated fight over him purposefully forgetting to give her a ride after school. It was rather stupid, now that Ash recalls it, and the fact that she was so close to killing her brother almost makes it worse, but it was then that she recognized her ability to cause mental pain – leaving her brother withering on the ground, only to stay that way until her parents found him.

She, by that time, was already gone. Her parents reported the incident under the telling of her brother, and suddenly, Ash was reported. Over the two year time-frame, Ash has attempted to escape the grip of the United Offensive. A difficult task, yet a possible one nonetheless. Ash has spent the last two years running... always running with nowhere to hide completely. To say it simply, the fifteen year old is begging to grow tired of this. She's scared and alone. All she's ever wanted was a family, to love and be loved.

It's a pity that none of those things are easy to come by when you're a mutant like her.

[Nosuchthing]

Name: Guinevere Kennis

Codename: G7, Reptilia

Age: 20

Gender: Female
Danger Rank: B

Appearance:

Guinevere is tall and athletic clearly she keeps herself in shape. But that is not the first thing that catches the eye when people see her. Head to toe, she is covered in green scales and her skull is a little misshapen, with five bony ridges rising out of the top and sides of her head. Her tail is long and slender, though equally scaled and with a ridge running along the top of it.

Personality: Though she has no great hatred for humans, Guinevere struggles to truly appreciate the finer points of their personalities and feelings, often appearing insensitive. This is usually put down to her mutation but is more likely a result of the abnormal method of her ‘birth’ and a lack of normal human contact throughout her life. She tries to be friendly she is a little clumsy with her words and expressions and is often more afraid of annoying people than scaring them, despite her fearsome appearance.

Powers/Abilities:
Guinevere is possessed of incredibly fast reflexes, dexterity and an enhanced sense of smell, or indeed taste as with all reptiles she detects scents with her tongue. She is also far stronger than her lithe form would otherwise suggest, able to lift a full grown man a few inches off the floor with one hand. In addition to this she has an enhanced healing capacity, while she won’t be surviving any kill shots, lost limbs are not beyond her, given enough time. Her tail is strong as well, though not capable of lifting someone off the floor it could certainly break something with enough momentum.

However, these abilities come at a price, her hearing is severely limited and often she has to get by through lip reading. In addition she is incredibly sensitive to temperature, in colder areas her reactions and thought processes will slow down until eventually when the environment gets cold enough her body will be forced into hibernation. There is also something dark in her, something buried deep in her personality, if she loses control it emerges and provokes a near instant mutation. Her muscles ripple and expand while her skin sheds. Her bones crack and reform, her face becoming more snout like and feral and her eyes red with insane rage. In this form she has almost no control of herself but her strength and healing abilities are multiplied exponentially. Fortunately as she has grown into her powers these occurrences have become less and less frequent, but it is always there, at the corner of her mind, watching, waiting for a chance to strike.
Skills:
Guinevere is fluent in multiple languages, including Latin, French, German and Arabic, among others. In addition to this she is adept in a variety of unarmed combat disciplines, though by no means an expert, more blending styles together to produce her own, unpredictable fighting method. She is also an able marksman.

Background:
Guinevere was created purely for the purpose of the laboratory, seventh in a batch of clones rapid grown to maturity, a magic number perhaps. Her level of knowledge would seem strange from such a technically short lifespan, but is in fact a result of learning techniques and experiments applied during her creation. The military laboratory was experimenting with various serums intended to unlock new levels of endurance and strength in humans. The serum tested on specimen G7, believed to be related to that developed by Dr Curtis Connors, unlocked something, a long forgotten alleyway in the cycle of human evolution, sealed off by nature.

Needless to say the same result was never achieved again, when the serum had fully bonded with her cells it took over and after breaking out she slaughtered the scientists and guards before fleeing the facility, feral and wild. But she wasn’t entirely an animal, something buried deep in her psyche begin to force its way out and before long, before she could do too much damage, her form shrank, forming into something more recognizably human.

Though she has no great love for humans she has her own morals and the slaughter of innocent civilians weighed heavily on her conscience. She fled and tried to hide out in the wilds, surviving as best she could, but she was often approached with hostility when she attempted to enter human settlements and despite her abilities and talents, struggled to survive alone.





Right, the fruits of my labours, let me know what you think and if I should change anything

[Unlucky]

NAME: Fabio Costa

CODE NAME: Lumbre

AGE: 18

GENDER: M

DANGER RANK: N/A

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY:
Fabio exudes an air of pseudo wisdom and maturity that curiously blends with his bad boy seeking redemption demeanor. What he egotistically refers to as enlightenment is more often interpreted by his peers as nonchalance. His blase attitude coupled with a playful appreciation for life make Fabio an unusual person to get along with.

POWERS:

Fabio has the ability to project and manipulate beautiful streams of psychic aura from his finger tips. These orbs are absolutely non-aggressive and are incapable of inflicting harm. A quirk of Fabio's is to shape his hand into that of a gun and playfully "shoot" psychic flares. Example:

Eventually Fabio will develop a mental connection with his flares granting him the clairvoyant ability to see what they "see". He'll be able to use his flares like security cameras, observing people and things from a far.

Due to the nature of his power, Fabio's flares are susceptible to psychic attacks which will in turn effect Fabio. Though they can phase through physical objects with ease they cannot force through a strong psychic barrier. Additionally the flares which are perfect for reconnaissance are also their own worst enemy in that they're not particularly discreet, In fact they're very, very visible.

SKILLS
Fabio has first hand experience within an amateur organized crime syndicate and retains an understanding of how such gangs operate.

Extremely wide though not extensive general knowledge. Due to his weak grasp of written language Fabio has difficulty learning but his ambitious will to learn has gifted him with a plethora of tid bit facts.

BACKSTORY:
Fabio was born into poverty. Like his father, he affiliated himself with a local Spanish gang and delved deep into the sinister world of organized crime. He became desensitized to violence, casually participating in criminal activities without the maturity to contemplate the repercussions of his actions. Like most gangs, Fabio's took advantage of children and would manipulate them into committing gruesome criminal acts because they knew children under thirteen could not be sentenced to prison or even be held accountable for their actions. By adolescence, Fabio was regularly involved in the distribution of Class A narcotics, knife crime and burglary. He had become so intertwined in the hive mind of the gang that he genuinely believed they cared for him.

At fifteen, Fabio was left in the care of the older gang members when his father was sentenced to 6 months in prison after being arrested for attempting to rob a convenience store. Lulled into a false sense of security, Fabio was willing to do anything for his brothers. His life became too much to swallow when the older gang members deemed him old enough to lose his virginity. Though his personality had been somewhat conditioned by the gang deep down beat the heart of a boy who knew what they were doing was wrong. When they confronted Fabio with a stripped and bound girl clearly in distress he adamantly refused to participate in their cruelty. Outraged the leader shot him in the leg and fled as sirens neared them.

Fabio was sentenced to one year in a Young Persons Detention Center where he found redemption in literature. Being taught to read opened up an enormous amount of doors for his creativity, imagination and self-esteem. He began to relish in education and thought perhaps his life could get a little bit better. Up on release Fabio was sent to a foster home. On the eve of his seventeenth birthday Fabio's mutation manifested and he returned to the streets.

[MotherLovely]

Name: Budisla "Buddy" Llyumzhinov
Codename: Spit-Fire/Solntse
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler

Buddy is roughly 5'11 with a curvy, muscular figure. She binds her D-size chest, to conceal her feminine . Her face is average, nothing to special, yet, nothing to be scoffed at. She's an easy 6/10, looks wise. She has large, slightly slanted, yellow/hazel eyes. Her lips are plump, just a little thicker than normal and has a small slight upturned nosed. Her face is splattered with dark, very visible, freckles. Her vibrant red hair is cut just right below her jawline and always covered by a thick, black beanie. Appearance wise, she looks like an feminine man.

Personality: Buddy is your classical teenage miscreant with a twist. She lacks motivation, and has no drive to succeed and doesn't bother to hide it. She tends to be impulsive and rash, often leading her into trouble. Though, she doesn't mind, since she thrives off chaotic situations. She tends to act overtly confident to compensated for her low self-esteem. She's hypersensitive in regards to her gender and although, she's fine with being female, she denies all characteristics associated with being so. When she became a part of the xmen, she started her new life as a male. She didn't front out say it, but most assumed it and she was content with it. Although, due to the acute fear of being discovered, Buddy often wears several layers, and a thick, heat resistant suit in battle. The fear has also made her afraid of contact and tightly packed spaces, she often becomes violent from prolonged contact. She's amiable, but in intimidating manner and tends to detest "preps" and "biddies", as she calls them and refuses to communicate with them.


Powers:Buddy has adept geothermal powers. She can call forth molten rock from the Earth's core, producing projectiles composed of lava, and with some effort, cause seismic upheavals. She can also create miniature volcanoes, that at maximum can stand 3 feet tall. There main use is to create thick, toxic volcanic smog to cripple her opponents. Buddy's powers also give her access to an energized form that emits intense light and heat, that appears to be composed of molten lava. She can also create orbs of a fire-like substance and use them as projectiles or a source of light. Buddy can create small earth tremors without taking on her energized form, she can not control lava while in her ordinary human appearance. She has pyrokentic, abilities and can manipulate present flame, although she can not create pure flame as she can lava. She has an immunity to volcanic gases, heat, and flame.


Skills:
•Above average agility and strength
•Very well developed hand eye coordination
• Fluent in Russian and English
• Talented climber


Backstory: Budisla "Buddy" Llyumzhinov was the daughter of a beautiful, Russian immigrant and a boastful American man. Her life was pretty average, all in all. She had always been on the boyish side, due to a father complex she developed even before she could walk. She was the track and field's star runner, the soccer teams star goalie as well as a fantastic rock climber. She constantly thrived for her father's attention and would only received by excelling at sports. Her nickname "Buddy" came from the constant miss pronunciation of her name, Budisla.

As much as the athletic portion of the school loved Buddy, the academic side detested her. She was famous for her ability to derail teachers from their lessons, her suspension records had their own filing cabinet and aside from P.E, her highest mark was a 56% in art. For the longest time, her mother blamed the "unstructured" environment of the schools and would move schools almost bimonthly out of irritation. Eventually, she came to terms with Buddy's behavioural issues and took to more corporal methods of punishment.

Around grade nine, Buddy started mixing with bad company. She got engaged in recreational drug use, binge drinking and reckless partying. For a teenager, it was the best life possible life for the impulsive girl. Questions were never asked, people simply accepted the gender ambiguous girl as is and didn't press anymore than she was comfortable with. In the moment, the crowd of misfits seemed like the perfect group of friends.

The discovery of her powers was what started the "rough chapter" of her life. She was in the men's bathroom at a warehouse rave, peaking on mdma, guzzling water from a rusty faucet as a gang of men approached her. They surrounded her, demanding their cash back for the bad coke her buddy had given them. In the midst of her high, she couldn't register what the men were saying, instead throwing them a handful of the "kandi" bracelets from her wrists and offering them some of her "merchandise". The gang didn't appreciate her offer, and quickly became violent. Minutes away from losing her life, Buddy's power's activated as she incinerated the men, before bolting out of the rave.

The story made the paper the next day, despite her vague description, her parents identified her as the culprit. Her father was a government man, and recognised the danger his daughter was in. The MHS would be after her soon and the UO was still a risky deal. Buddy's parents stayed silent about the ordeal, hoping the heat would blow over soon but, it never did. While the murders at the rave soon became old news, the MSA had found Buddy. They began to try to recruit her into their organisation with sweet words, but dedicated on being normal, Buddy denied. This aggravated the MSA, they began to send low level mutants to raise hell in Buddy's life. They attack a couple of her friends, her school and lastly her home before Buddy fought back.

As soon as Buddy began to unleash her powers to protect her home, her father placed the call to Lorna Dale....Now, it's been three years since Buddy was recruited into the Xmen.

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Name: Budisla "Buddy" Llyumzhinov
Codename: Spit-Fire/Solntse
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler

Buddy is roughly 5'11 with a curvy, muscular figure. She binds her D-size chest, to conceal her feminine . Her face is average, nothing to special, yet, nothing to be scoffed at. She's an easy 6/10, looks wise. She has large, slightly slanted, yellow/hazel eyes. Her lips are plump, just a little thicker than normal and has a small slight upturned nosed. Her face is splattered with dark, very visible, freckles. Her vibrant red hair is cut just right below her jawline and always covered by a thick, black beanie. Appearance wise, she looks like an feminine man.

Personality: Buddy is your classical teenage miscreant with a twist. She lacks motivation, and has no drive to succeed and doesn't bother to hide it. She tends to be impulsive and rash, often leading her into trouble. Though, she doesn't mind, since she thrives off chaotic situations. She tends to act overtly confident to compensated for her low self-esteem. She's hypersensitive in regards to her gender and although, she's fine with being female, she denies all characteristics associated with being so. When she became a part of the xmen, she started her new life as a male. She didn't front out say it, but most assumed it and she was content with it. Although, due to the acute fear of being discovered, Buddy often wears several layers, and a thick, heat resistant suit in battle. The fear has also made her afraid of contact and tightly packed spaces, she often becomes violent from prolonged contact. She's amiable, but in intimidating manner and tends to detest "preps" and "biddies", as she calls them and refuses to communicate with them.


Powers:Buddy has adept geothermal powers. She can call forth molten rock from the Earth's core, producing projectiles composed of lava, and with some effort, cause seismic upheavals. She can also create miniature volcanoes, that at maximum can stand 3 feet tall. There main use is to create thick, toxic volcanic smog to cripple her opponents. Buddy's powers also give her access to an energized form that emits intense light and heat, that appears to be composed of molten lava. She can also create orbs of a fire-like substance and use them as projectiles or a source of light. Buddy can create small earth tremors without taking on her energized form, she can not control lava while in her ordinary human appearance. She has pyrokentic, abilities and can manipulate present flame, although she can not create pure flame as she can lava. She has an immunity to volcanic gases, heat, and flame.


Skills:
•Above average agility and strength
•Very well developed hand eye coordination
• Fluent in Russian and English
• Talented climber


Backstory: Budisla "Buddy" Llyumzhinov was the daughter of a beautiful, Russian immigrant and a boastful American man. Her life was pretty average, all in all. She had always been on the boyish side, due to a father complex she developed even before she could walk. She was the track and field's star runner, the soccer teams star goalie as well as a fantastic rock climber. She constantly thrived for her father's attention and would only received by excelling at sports. Her nickname "Buddy" came from the constant miss pronunciation of her name, Budisla.

As much as the athletic portion of the school loved Buddy, the academic side detested her. She was famous for her ability to derail teachers from their lessons, her suspension records had their own filing cabinet and aside from P.E, her highest mark was a 56% in art. For the longest time, her mother blamed the "unstructured" environment of the schools and would move schools almost bimonthly out of irritation. Eventually, she came to terms with Buddy's behavioural issues and took to more corporal methods of punishment.

Around grade nine, Buddy started mixing with bad company. She got engaged in recreational drug use, binge drinking and reckless partying. For a teenager, it was the best life possible life for the impulsive girl. Questions were never asked, people simply accepted the gender ambiguous girl as is and didn't press anymore than she was comfortable with. In the moment, the crowd of misfits seemed like the perfect group of friends.

The discovery of her powers was what started the "rough chapter" of her life. She was in the men's bathroom at a warehouse rave, peaking on mdma, guzzling water from a rusty faucet as a gang of men approached her. They surrounded her, demanding their cash back for the bad coke her buddy had given them. In the midst of her high, she couldn't register what the men were saying, instead throwing them a handful of the "kandi" bracelets from her wrists and offering them some of her "merchandise". The gang didn't appreciate her offer, and quickly became violent. Minutes away from losing her life, Buddy's power's activated as she incinerated the men, before bolting out of the rave.

The story made the paper the next day, despite her vague description, her parents identified her as the culprit. Her father was a government man, and recognised the danger his daughter was in. The MHS would be after her soon and the UO was still a risky deal. Buddy's parents stayed silent about the ordeal, hoping the heat would blow over soon but, it never did. While the murders at the rave soon became old news, the MSA had found Buddy. They began to try to recruit her into their organisation with sweet words, but dedicated on being normal, Buddy denied. This aggravated the MSA, they began to send low level mutants to raise hell in Buddy's life. They attack a couple of her friends, her school and lastly her home before Buddy fought back.

As soon as Buddy began to unleash her powers to protect her home, her father placed the call to Lorna Dale....Now, it's been three years since Buddy was recruited into the Xmen.

[Lord Wraith]

Name: Nathanael "Nate" Hawk

Codename: Hannibal

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Danger Rank: N/A

Appearance:

Spoiler

Personality:
The most straightforward and simplest way to describe Nate's personality is that of easy going. Even though he's a mutant, Nate has evaded a life of persecution and despair and up until the last year has lived as a normal human being. As such he harbours no ill feelings toward man or mutant alike and often looks for the best in people. He forgives easily and often is far too trusting out of wanting to see the best in people. He's a terrible flirt even if he's completely uninterested and will always try and pay compliments to those around him in order to spread a little cheer.

Powers:
Nate has Reactive Adaptation for a mutant power. What this means is that his body automatically adapts itself to best suit the current situation or environment that Nate finds himself in. For example if Nate were to go outside in the middle of night, his eyes would evolve night-vision to allow him to see in the darkness. Likewise if Nate were to go swimming he would likely develop gills and webbed fingers and toes in order to better perform underwater. Nate's body as such is in a constant state of evolving and will always adapt to his surroundings. These adaptations can be subtle or very noticeable. His body will also always adapt in the most efficient way possible, saying this if he were to find himself in a fight against a larger more power being, his body would likely adapt to allow him to evade or escape as opposed to fight back since the body's first priority is self preservation. To this extent, Nate's power is uncontrolled at this point and is often only triggered out of necessity such as being emerged in darkness or water. The other major triggers is the event of his body in danger or those he cares about being endangered.

Skills:
Nate possesses many different and useful skills. Firstly he's decently athletic having played on several different sports teams through elementary and high school grades. He has a natural talent towards most sports and made every team he ever tried out for, his preference and forte however was usually track and field. Nate specialized in long distance running as well as high jump and long jump. In addition to this Nate has been to several summer camps which brought him in contact with sports such as archery and fencing. Nate also possesses multiple licenses including his driver's license for both cars and motorcycles and a gun permit. Nate has been skilled and tested with these, though he's far from a marksmen or an stunt driver, he does know his way around most vehicles and some guns.

What Nate does however have a rather unusual skill with is fixing things, or simply jury rigging them to work. Whether this is an effect of his mutation adapting his skills in order to repair the object in any given situation or an actual natural talent is unknown. Another unusual skill Nate has that might be linked to his mutation is that of his skill in blending in with crowds and the people around him. Nate can simply walk into a crowd and blend in. He has a natural gift for being able to wear a coat like a second skin and change his entire appearance around something as simple as putting on a baseball cap. This is particular useful when you don't want to be found.

Lastly Nate is something of an information junkie. Mostly useless information mind you, the kind you learn from watching CSI, Criminal Minds, NCIS, the Mentalist and all manner of other TV shows and movies. Not to mention what he learns from Wikipedia and from playing various video games. It's something of a hobby of Nate's to blurt out these random tidbits of information, but more often than not it's a quote he says. This can sometimes aid those around him, but more often than not it comes at just an annoyance.

Backstory:

Unlike most mutants, Nathanael Hawk was not persecuted or rejected by his parents. In fact his parents love for him possibly only grew stronger when Nate's mutant gene emerged during puberty. Growing up, Nate lived in a close knit subdivision in Toronto Ontario Canada. It was here he would complete elementary and high school, fully evading persecution based on his mutation. Mainly due to the fact that no one noticed it. Nate did often did nothing out of the normal that made his power evident. During tests his body would adapt so that he could think faster, playing sports it would increase in stamina, but his body never would over compensate, it would only ever adapt to what he needed and would efficiently use. Nate discovered his mutation on his thirteenth birthday when he was reaching for a box on a shelf that was too high up. The box slipped from his grip and in response to the threat his body allowed the box to harmlessly phase through him. Excited and overwhelmed, Nate would try again and again to move his hand through his desk and bedroom rooms only for it to fail. Thinking to himself that perhaps risk would trigger it, Nate decided to test his intangibility with a knife. Going to the kitchen and selecting a butcher's knife, Nate swung the blade down only for his body to suddenly become like steel and for the blade to shatter against his skin. His body knowing that Nate would continue to swing the knife at his own hand decided that it would be best to protect himself and to destroy the knife at the same time thus adapting a different form of protection.

Nathanael would go on to graduate as one of the top students of his class and would gain a full scholarship to Queen's University in Kingston Ontario Canada. Moving away from home, Nate traveled to Kingston and began University that fall. All would go well until one night when he attended a party that got out of hand. A group of guys were harassing some of the girls and Nate decided to step in and help the girls. It turned out that the offending guys were not in fact University students but a bunch of guys visiting a friend in the Federal Penitentiary located not too far from the University. True to their friend, these guys were cut from a rougher shape and decided to circle Nate and began to push him around. As Nate's temper began to flair so did his mutant gene as he suddenly teleported out of the circle. Outed as a mutant, it didn't take long before phone calls were being placed to the police. Nate then ran from the party only for the rough necks to follow after him. Eventually they cornered him again, only this time Nate's body reacted different to the threat and once again coated him in steel allowing him to win the fight and leave the thugs in the street. Within the next hour Nate had returned to his dorm room and put together a backpack with two different outfits and basic toiletries. Leaving to the United States from Kingston, Nate would start to live on the run. Having heard of the famed X-Men he began to make his way south to find out more about them and to seek someone who could help him control and harness his abilities. Learning to blend in with those around him, Nate would soon learn the price of being a mutant in the modern world.

Thankfully Nate is not wanted by the UO currently nor even on their radar. This makes his travelling easier and still allows him to touch base with his parents as he sends them a post card with each new State he enters, sometimes more often if he comes across a landmark or a particularly famous city.