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Name: Kamasi Adwoa
Aliases: None.
Age: 20
Birthday: September 9th, 2000
Birth Place: Birnin Bashenga, Wakanda, Africa
Gender: Male
Powers: Dynakinetic healing (healing energy transferred through playing cards and other projectile objects he chooses to imbue)
Editorial Nickname: Tree
Alignment: Chaotic Good
How many years have they been at the mansion?: 5 years

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Height: 6’0
Weight: 205
Build: Athletic.
Eyes: Hazel.
Hair: Black.
Skin Tone: Dark chocolate.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Two scars on the backs of his hands
Personal Style: With most of his formative years spent in Wakanda, Kamasi grew up dressing, speaking, and carrying himself with that professionalism and rigidity found in many of the country’s native sons and daughters. He prefers fine clothes: slacks, dress shoes, blazers, etc. He will, when necessary, dress ‘down’ into a turtleneck and some jeans and a gold herringbone but otherwise he prefers his suits pressed and his cologne soft.

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Charismatic * Cocky * Selfless * Timid * Patient * Ignorant

Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Single.
Personality: Kamasi is subject to the same quiet and apparent detachment for which many Wakandans are known. Unlike his statesmen, Kamasi is not at all afraid of espousing himself or his peers. To say he is undeserving of his confidence is no exaggeration, for his laurels stem from his lineage; he wears his nationality as a badge of pride and is open about where he is from and what he has done or will do for his country and those from it.

That source of pride comes with its own drawbacks--his mouth will see him at odds with those who are less inclined to bask in their own abilities. He wants to see others thrive, and is unabashed in trying to instill confidence in those around him (some say it makes him ‘annoying’ he likes to call it affirmative). He makes demands and expects them done, even if he is not in charge. He has no qualm in taking charge if he thinks others are inadequate at what they are doing.

Of course, these outer layers are not thick as he presumes and Adwoa is rather drawn into himself when he feels he has failed himself and those around him. His moments of introspection come in strong, crippling bursts and he is at his most vulnerable then.
Habits: Meddling with his clothes or his hair.
Hobbies: Knitting, jogging, collecting new decks of cards
Fears:

• Someone dying before he can heal them
• Picking the wrong card from his deck
• Failing his country and its people

Likes:

• Lions
• Crocodiles
• Stuffed animals
• Ace and Joker cards
• Jewelry
• Wakanda
• Hunting

Dislikes:

• Fear
• False humility
• His own timidness
• Tacky clothing
• Someone lacking confidence
• Bullies

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General World Skills:

• Cooking
• Driving
• Multilingual
• Thrift
• Knitting
• Spatial Awareness

Combat Skills:

• Knife throwing
• Card throwing
• Quickness
• Athletic

Possessions:
This is generally the list of items that you own, just list your characters possessions.

• A full 52 standard deck of playing cards
• A deck of tarot cards
• A gold watch
• A set of gold herringbones and chains
• Many blazers
• Many pairs of slacks
• Many dress shoes
• A lot of turtlenecks
• A set of throwing and hunting knives
• A locket with a lion on it

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How did you discover your powers: Wakanda--a nation stuck in perpetual war outside of the Golden City--had its own share of rebels, militia, and freedom fighter groups present in the rest of Africa and with this came the destruction of countless villages and the excising of many tribes from homelands.

The Adwoa tribe, of which Kamasi is the youngest child, was victim to such an attack by the much larger Hyena clan which ruled much of the land outside the Golden City. Many still died, but Kamasi managed to preserve the lives of six members of his village from harm--even bullets and knives would not hurt those six under his protection: those six being his mother and five other siblings. Kamasi remembers none of it.

General History: Born outside Wakanda’s capital, Kamasi and his tribe were tiny when compared to the massive Hyena or the even larger and far more brutish Jabari. Vestiges of smaller clans who refused to follow the Panther cult and its leader banded together to brave the long and dark wilds that were Wakanda’s humid jungles and mysterious valleys.

Where aid from the capital city took weeks and sometimes months to reach the tribes on the furthest reaches of the nation, Kamasi and his Sobek and Sekhmet tribal brethren learned to hunt, cook, and gather raw material for themselves. When various minor famines would sweep the outskirts, the men of the tribes were conscripted into Wakanda’s army or turned to pillaging neighboring villages for what they could find. Kamasi’s father were among those who joined these raiders, and Kamasi’s father had been idle from Kamasi’s life for most of his formative years. He would not see his father again until he was fourteen.

Raised by his mother and the other matrons of the village, Kamasi grew to become a great hunter and warrior, perfecting his own style of knife throwing and projectile combat. By the time he was eleven, he had garnered a reputation as one of the finest hunters in the wilds and had even been invited to the capital city during one of the seasonal ukubuthwa. It is here he first meets Wakanda’s king, T’Challa--the Black Panther, and the nation's protector. A god in the eyes of those who grovelled outside his precious city’s walls. Kamasi hated him.

Days, weeks, months, years pass--strange women and men had settled into Kamasi’s small village. Unbeknownst to the resident villagers, they were the Hatut Zeraze (or the War Dogs, the nation’s secret police force and spy network). When word began to spread around town about the next raid in Sobek-Sekhmet country, Kamasi was among the first child soldiers enlisted in with assisting the defense of his village.

The night of the raid, some hundred and more men and women ambushed and even managed to kill two of the War Dogs; it was in the ensuing carnage that Kamasi’s latent mutant gene activated just as his mother and siblings were being drug out of their huts amid the fighting. When it was over, Kamasi remembered none of it. He woke up in the walls of the Golden City and was summoned to see the king himself.

It turns out his father had been an insurgent; an agent of the king sent to monitor and report the famine in the regions outside the Golden City and suppress the rebellions occurring on the outskirts of the country. T’Challa, the king, the Black Panther, protector and god of this nation truly did live up to his legend--no matter how mortal he was. There was but one thing left to do

With anti-mutant sentiment rife within the country, T’Challa saw fit to send young Kamasi to the hands of an old friend, one Charles Xavier, who would help him foster his unique gifts in a way Wakanda could not in its present state. Kamasi was put on a quinjet to the United States not long after where he was enrolled in Xavier’s Institute and resides to this day.

It is here in the states that Kamasi has formed much of his identity: his love for style, his ego, his sense of self first--and these American sentiments are why why he can sometimes come across as more American than Wakandan. He has learned how to mesh the two societies well.

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Character Quote: “Believe that your worst self can beat your best self, and you will never lose.”
Theme Song: Fela Kuti - Beast of No Nation
Anything Else: Refer to previous CS.

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Name: Barbara Leigh-Anne Hobbes
Aliases: Professor Bad-Ass, Sherif Nap-Time, Bobbi, "That Bitch"
Age: 26
Birthday: 8/15/1994
Birth Place: Detroit, Michigan
Gender: Female
Powers: Dimensional Reach (Active) - reach in, grab what you need aaaaand what do you know there it is! Sometimes it doesn't work great though and what you grab isn't quite what you expected. However, favourites are always easy to reach. "Psychometry" (Passive) - Touch an object and find out who owned it, where its been, and general history. This involves reaching through dimensions.
Editorial Nickname: n/a
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Years at the Mansion: None

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Height: 4'11"
Weight: 105lbs
Build: Slender, scrawny, lithe
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black, light curls
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pericings in her ears in multiple places, a Monroe, and some under cover spots too. Tattoo on right arm of a pin-up girl, love on the fingers of the right hand, and of course a tramp stamp of jewel with lace.
Personal Style: Leather. Leather. More leather. Bobbi has a preference for black, shiney, and tight. Tank tops, biker jacket, metal studs, leather pants, thick boots. She is the epitome of a 50's biker chick. When she is feeling girlie she might go for a more rockabilly style and loves herself some heels and fishnets.

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Outgoing * Sarcastic * Protective * Flighty * Energetic * Irresponsible

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Bobbi sees herself as a fun and adventurous person. She doesn't stay in one spot for long and makes friends easier that Mattel makes money. She is open, welcoming, and delightful. She is quick to share anecdotes from her past, give wholesome advice, and take the youngins under her wing. Unfortunately, this can sometimes lead to trouble as she doesn't always make the best of decisions. She tends to be flighty or flaky, easily distracted and pulled away to other, more interesting things. She has been known to abandon her friend at a bar in order to go home with some lovely someone or another for a fling.

Loud, opinionated, and sarcastic she can be a constant thorn in a more reasonable person's side. Despite her fear of commitment, this doesn't mean she doesn't care. Despite her more negative traits, she can be a motherly and soothing person. She doesn't take direction or demands all that well, but can be persuaded through bribery. When flustered, embaressed, or upset in someway she has a tendancy to chain smoke. She does genuinely care about people and wants to see them happy. She just puts herself first. That's how she has made it this far in life.

Habits: Smokes far too much, flips NA token between fingers, and stuffs hands in her pockets when uncomfortable.
Hobbies: Motorcycle riding, travel, fixing up/tuning her bike, drinking, dancing, and extra curricular activities.
Fears:

• Small Spaces/feeling of being trapped
• The dark
• Costumed people - like big, old furry outfits

Likes:

• Cigarettes
• Booze
• Riding for long hours in country roads
• Loud music
• Hedonistic actions
• Ma and Pa Diners
• Icecream

Dislikes:

• Babies
• Grape flavored things
• Bland food
• Waking up early
• Lines to the bathroom
• A busted transmission

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General World Skills:

• Driving - bike/car
• Drinking
• Mechanic - Cars/trucks/bikes
• Can read an actual paper map/navigation
• Great at pinball
• Billiards/pool

Combat Skills:

• Dimensional affinity with her darling sledge hammer - "Captain K.O."
• Street fighting
• Underground wrestling
• Baiting enemies

Possessions:

• Harley Davidson Softail Deluxe - in purple
• Flip phone
• Saddlebags for clothes and snacks
• Maps of the USA, Canada, and Mexico
• Tool box filled with essentials
• Purple, glittery helmet
• Toiletries
• Sour Skittles
• Chalulah Hot Sauce
• Lucky Zippo
• Taser- Terminator 15,000,000 V

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How did you discover your powers: She was a wee lass of about 8 or 9 when she first put her hand into the dimensions. Robbie, her mom's boyfriend, had been coming for nightly visits and Bobbi had just had enough. There she was under the hulking and stinking beast when she pulled a knife from the other places and stabbed him in the gut. Fucker lived, unfortunately. However, he broke up with Momma shortly after waking up in the hospital. As far as the psychometry goes, that was discovered when a very adorable guy left his car keys at the bar. Bobbi was 23. She was able to discover his address and get her rocks off. Win-win!

General History: Miss Barbara was born without a father, to some street bitch in Detroit. Bobbi didn't ever learn her name besides Mamma. Though some men called her Harriet. That wasn't her real name. She grew up among garbage littered across the floor, vomit all over the toilet, and needles with mysterious substances strewn about. She never forgot to put on her shoes after getting out of bed.

When she was about five, her Mamma got a boyfriend. Robbie. Robbie kept the house clean enough so that her mother could have all the visitors she liked to pay the bills. Robbie's predilection was for Bobbi though. And generally girls Bobbi's age. She never had friends over. Perhaps twice a week he started those nightly visits. And for years this weird sort of symbiosis between Mamma and Robbie continued. Bobbi let it be, for a while. She knew nothing else and she had to admit it was nice to not have to wade through piles of chip bags, condoms, and pill bottles.

A few short years later, Bobbi just couldn't handle another nightly visit. So, she slit that fuckers belly. The knife? Well, it came from someplace beyond and disappeared shortly after. Being a child she wasn't charged. She was just acting up. Her grades were bad, she was often in detention. She was just an unruly thing. Robbie didn't press charges. He also didn't come back.

Mamma had gotten used to a clean house and so it was up to Bobbi to keep it so. Almost military, really. Tuck in sheets, clean corners with toothbrushes... Mamma had begun to expect a lot from her daughter and laid hands on her when it didn't meet her newly upgraded expectations.

It is about here we come to Bobbi's teenage years. She falls in with the wrong crowd. She discovers drugs and booze. 13 and she had a connection for anything she wanted. She started hanging around this 30-year-old guy, Happy. Happy liked to pamper her, keep her drugged up, and just take pictures. Bobbi didn't mind so much. At 15 she ran away with Happy. The law was after him and she couldn't imagine a life without him. He was so good to her. A year later Happy was shot dead and Bobbi began to make her own way. Prostitution, hustling at pool, whatever it took she did it.

At 17 she met Gray. Gray was gentle, sweet, and did all the right things. He even taught her about cars! Gray also enjoyed heroin. Here she fell deeper into a world of drugs and with her outgoing and charming personality met a grand amount of celebrities and crazy characters. Gray overdosed when she was 19 and she used the money he left her to buy a motorbike and travel. Travel she did. She followed bands, joined the rainbow road for a year, and did just about every drug under the sun.

It wasn't until she was contacted about Mamma's death that things became real. Mamma. Gone. Left her not a thing for she never had a thing to give Bobbi. But she realized that in the future she would never have a thing to give anyone else. Just some slut desperate for her next high. So, Bobbi started NA. She is now 8months clean and doing her best to acclimate to a more normal society. Though, where her money comes from isn't always legal.

She was contacted to become a part of the X-Men after an underground cage fight where she used her abilities to pull an assortment of weapons to butcher (he lived) another mutant fighter. These were popular matches and often the outcome could be deadly. She entered these cage matches under Professor Bad-Ass or Sheriff Nap-Time. Money was good though. It was the Wolverine, on behalf of Xavier who gave her the invite. Out of curiosity, Bobbi has decided that she would like to see what civilized life is like. She has hopped on her bike, headed straight for NY where she is currently staying in a motel and considering wherther or not she actually wants to do this.

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Character Quote: "Life's a perv. Likes to grab ya by the goddamn balls. Thing is, you can grab 'im right back."
Theme Song:

Anything Else: Stan Lee cameos
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Energetic * Short Attention Span * Charitable * Frivolous * Courageous * Secretly insecure

Sexuality:
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Personality:
Habits:
Hobbies:
Fears:

• Confinement and being bound.
• Deep, murky water.
• Sensory deprivation.

Likes:

• Shiny Objects.
• Anything related to beds and sleeping.
• Sugar and caffeine.
• Shopping.
• Pools during the day.
• Being in her human form.

Dislikes:

• Elevators. Not too bad in short bursts, but if she's stuck in them for too long it gets progressively unnerving.
• Being dirty and gross.
• Pools at night.
• Angry or overly serious people.
• Discrimination.
• People assuming her morality because of what she changes into.

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General World Skills:

• Shopping Extraordinaire.
• Athletics, specifically Gymnastics.
• Socialite: Able to mingle with the Upperclass easily, though she dislikes the scene.
• Quick minded: Her frantic minds only benefit is that she is very quickly minded, able to quickly process courses of action and execute them.
• Musician: During her raising she learned Piano, Violin, and harp.
• Multi-lingual: Speaks Japanese, English, and Korean.

Combat Skills:

• Bestial Prowess.
• Gymnastics/Flexibility.
• Close Quarters Combat.
• Heat Resistance - Moderate.

Possessions:

• Backpack.**
• **Change of clothes.
• **Phone.
• **Wallet - Credit cards, ID, Passport, and coffee shop rewards card.
• **Make-up bag.
• **Socks and Sneakers.
• Specialized x-men suit that is fire resistant.

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How did you discover your powers?

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Character Quote:
Theme Song:
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Name: Elizabeth Nichole Flame
Aliases: Eliza
Age: 15
Birthday: January-17th, 2006 (it is March 2021)
Birth Place: Austin Texas
Gender: Female
Powers: Transmutation: She can change matter's shape and chemical makeup, i.e, she could turn lead bars into a gold shield. Transmutations must preserve roughly the same physical properties of the original object, or the properties of the original objects components. Additionally, she can only affect a few cubic feet worth of material at any given time.
Editorial Nickname: Alchemy
Alignment: Chaotic Good

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Height:5"1'
Weight: 107 pounds
Build: Fit
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark brown/black
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:Ears are pierced
Personal Style: In one word, rugged. Elizabeth spends a lot of time outside, and it shows. Her skin is lightly tan, naturally built up from the many hours she's spent in the great outdoors. She'll almost always be in denim shorts and flannel, though she doesn't have much of a style for the colder weather, as she grew up in the south. The most important things in clothing for her is being able to comfortably move and work in, along with needing to be breathable in warm weather.

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Compassionate * Hot headed * Creative * Condescending * Confident * Judgemental

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Elizabeth has always tried to be self sufficient, to the point of pushing other people of her life over becoming reliant on them. This causes her to lash out at people who try to get close to her, making it a little difficult to be her friend at times. She's quick to react to things, and often fails to properly consider the consequences of her actions. All that being said, she isn't a sociopath; she does care about the feelings of other people, and doesn't go out of her way to make them feel bad. She just doesn't actively try to befriend people.

Since her accident, she's started to cool down a little, finding her ego bruised after losing her arm. It'd be incorrect to call her timid, though she's definitely become softer. She lacks a kind of confidence she used to have, often finding herself second guessing her own actions. The suddenness of her injury has make it so she has trouble being comfortable with decisions she made, as if she doesn't quite know when something is about to go wrong. She's found significant difficulty in accepting her condition as a mutant, and is currently struggling with her identity, not really knowing who she is.
Habits: Drumming her fingers, Twirling her hair.
Hobbies: Gardening
Fears:

• Insects, creepy crawlies of all sorts
• Suffocation
• Needles

Likes:

• Gardening
• Fighting
• Animals, anything fluffy and cute
• Books, all kinds
• Hot weather
• Sculpting

Dislikes:

• Loud people
• Cockiness
• Snakes
• Boredom
• Processed food
• Cold

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General World Skills: Max 6

• Wilderness Survival
• Deception
• Botany
• Cooking
• Horseback riding

Combat Skills:

• Street fighting.
• Improvised weapon fighting

Medical Issues/Long Term Injuries: Any sort of problems that your character has that are long term. Characters will get hurt and might end up with long term effects, so keep track of them.

• She's missing the lower part of her right arm, up to the elbow.

Possessions:
This is generally the list of items that you own, just list your characters possessions.

• Prosthetic for her arm.
• Phone.
• Saddle
• Gardeners tools (Shears, gloves, digging shovel etc.)
• Notebook
• Pencils, colored and otherwise

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How did you discover your powers: As it so happened, Elizabeth had been enjoying dinner with her family, and had just had the salt passed to her. Within a few moments, her life was changed forever. One moment, she was sprinkling some much needed seasoning on her food, and the next, a bomb had practically detonated in her hand. The salt in the shaker had converted itself into its base components; sodium, a highly reactive alkali metal, and chlorine, a highly explosive halogen gas. Glass shattered everywhere, fragmenting all over her body, and the better part of her arm was ruined, bone exposed and smoldering. By the time they'd gotten her to the hospital, she'd need to have it amputated.

General History: Growing up in a nicer area of Austin Texas, Elizabeth had what many may consider an idea childhood. With a family well off enough to indulge her interests. From a young age, she was a taught how to ride a horse, taking an exceptional interest in the animals. In addition, she and her family were big on the outdoors, many summers being spent with weekend camping trips; she was well exposed to many forms of outdoorsmanship.

As she grew older, she found herself having trouble in school, not for problems keeping up with the material, but with kids her age. She'd had a short temper, easily brought to anger by little things. This led to her getting into fights, something that her parents has never anticipated being an issue with her. Though as she reached her teenage years, this outwards aggression became less common, she quickly became known as somebody you didn't want to piss off.

Following her accident, she was spent around a month in recovery, where she dealt with the physical and mental trauma she'd endured. Going from being a normal teenage girl to an amputee with nobody to blame wasn't something easy for her. Like most people, she was right hand dominant, so losing access to that was a serious blow for her. To this day, she still has nightmares over what happened.

Recently, she's moved to Xaviers school, where she'd found issues fitting in again. Partly, she's retreated inward after what's happened to her, finding it hard to accept the reality of her mutation, and, living in a place where the exceedingly rare was common, she's felt ostracized. Though this is not a sentiment she would ever openly share, she still very much wishes she weren't a mutant, making it hard for her to be accepting of the people around her.

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Character Quote: If you want something done right, do it yourself.
Theme Song: I'm sorry.
Anything Else: Doctor Strange, also here

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Name: Edus Ivuis Caxton Lucian Martin Penior
Aliases: Ed, Mage
Age: 30
Birthday: Jan. 9th, 1991
Birth Place: Cardiff, Wales
Gender: Male
Powers: "Magic" sympathetic & thamaturgy
Editorial Nickname: The Wizard, The Magician
Alignment: Lawful Good (the law of his family)
How many years have they been at the mansion: 0

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Height: 6"3'
Weight: 190lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: dark brown
Hair: dark brown
Skin Tone: white
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: Ed likes to look nice. He tends to dress up in suits or buttons up shirts. He rarely dresses down, even his pj's are nice. It isn't a status symbol for him, he genuinely just likes to look fancy. Unless he is playing the part of a wizard, with the robes and everything, he would rather just look neat and tidy.

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Focused * Egotistical * Calm * Non-committal * Cultured * Demanding

Sexuality: Pan
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ed has lived a fairly straightforward life. He knew what his destiny was. That was until his home was destroyed. He spent a bit of time recovering from that incident and now carries a great sadness. His goal in life is to try to prevent that from happening to anyone else.

He is, however, a product of his upbringing. This made him conceited. He has rarely failed at anything he put his mind to. Since he comes from a very structured family he does well in groups and taking orders, even if he doesn't entirely agree with those orders.

Ed is fairly understanding of other people and their ways. He knows his family isn't the right answer, but it is so encoded in who he is he doubts he could ever break one of the laws. Even if his life depended on it, and with the less intense scrutiny he now experiences. There is no one he would have to account for his actions anymore. As he and his grandfather are the eldest members of the mutants left.

Habits: Smoking, tapping his foot,
Hobbies: midnight drives, reading & research on magic
Fears:

• Losing his magic
• Losing his memory
• Connecting with someoneand feeling them die like he did with his sister

Likes:

• Learning new things
• Meeting new people
• Card games
• Crows
• Driving fast and nice cars
• Sex

Dislikes:

• Vaping
• Wearing glasses
• Reminders of his sister
• Telepathy
• His cousin Lucas
• Genuine human connection

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General World Skills:

• Driving (stick preferred)
• Latin (reading, writing, speaking)
• Telepathic Resistance
• Magic theory
• Research
• Magical craft

Combat Skills:

• Staff
• Hand-to-hand

Medical Issues/Long Term Injuries:

• Addiction (nicotine)
• Near sighted

Possessions:

• Prescription contact supplies
• Magic spell book
• Staff (Used for magic and combat, handmade, has an ornamental crow on the top)
• Prescription glasses
• Car
• pack of cigarettes
• wallet (ID, passport, cash ($200 USD), insurance card, credit card, debit card)
• Wand (for finesse spells)
• Spell componant/Magical accoutrements (chalk, incense, candles, lighter, vial of water, silver, compass, tools to make necessary items for sympathetic magic, see Grimoire for spell specific componantes)
• Cell Phone & Charger

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How did you discover your powers: Edus is part of a family of generational mutants. They all are magic users. At 10 years old he was put through a rite of passage to force the mutation to activate. Edus almost died in the process (he has family who has died this way). The ritual is very intense and dangerous. When put into it the children aren't told what to expect. Not all of the children who survive even mutate.

Edus and his sister were partially submerged in water, while several of the family members put magical energies into the water. Since the tragedy in Cardiff, the remaining Family is uncertain if they will be able to still perform the rite.

General History: Ed was born to a decent sized family. His father had several siblings who all also had children. The male line carries a particular mutant gene. That, when activated through a rite, perfected through generations, gives them the ability to use magic. Each male had a specialty.

Ed was raised in the family ways from day one. The only difference for him was he had a twin sister. Because they were twins, they allowed his sister to go through the trial with him. When his heart stopped, she used magic to heal him. She became the most potent healer in the family.

The pair were close, and nigh inseparable. Ed was out of town working on a project when Thanos destroyed Cardiff. Almost his entire family died that day, including his twin sister, and father. Ed felt it half a world away. His mother (human), an uncle (mutant), great-grandfather (mutant), and some cousins live. They were either out of town or got lucky.

His family had believed in secrecy, but it was never officially one of the tenants of their laws. As they thought they should be allowed to tell their spouses. Pissed and broken-hearted, Ed set out to protect the world. He couldn't bear to see the devastation and left Cardiff. While Ed lost some direction in his life with the loss of most of his family, he gained a new desire.

Ed did inherit a small fortune with the death of his father. He considers it a tool.

Once Ed felt comfortable joining the world again, he started searching for potential ways to help people. He knew that relations between humans and mutants were tense. He had heard of the x-men before, and similar groups, there was something about the mission of x-men that resonated with Ed. He did spend a bit of time deciding since he knew Xavier was a telepath. Since he feels that people who are not members of his family do not have to follow the same laws, he decided to ask any telepath he encountered to be respectful of his wishes and not invade his mind without his permission.

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Character Quote: Magic flows through everything.
Theme Song: Breaking Benjamin - Angels Fall
Anything Else:
Ed lives by a strict code of ethics set by his family (I'll pm it to you)

Spider Gwen (I know you don't like her, but I love her)

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Name: Runa, Baldur's daughter, Goddess of Lies
Aliases: Runa Baldurdattir; Runa Blake
Age: 688 (appears 17)
Birthday: August 26th, 1332
Birth Place: Asgard
Gender: Female
Powers:

• Infinite Deception of Words (via Gandr) - an ability that allows her to bend reality through lies and deception; by telling a lie and manipulating somebody into rejecting that claim it creates a "lie of a lie" which by proxy makes the initial claim become real. This ability does not always work, due to her young age.
• Asgardian Magic (via Gandr)
• Lie Detection
• Darkness Manipulation

Editorial Nickname: The Asgardian Sorceress
Alignment: Neutral Good

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Height: 5'2"
Weight: 110 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Double pierced ears
Personal Style: Runa adores Midgardian fashion. On Asgard, she always wore dark and flowing robes, choosing to show off her personality in terms of the jewelry she wore. On Midgard, she finds there are so many more options. She wears chokers and chains, a million rings at once if it suits her mood or outrageous earrings. With black and red being her favorite colors to choose from, preferring black wholeheartedly, she has a gothic/emo style that has called some to jokingly call her the Goddess of Goths. Runa loves to wear make-up and to look the very best she can, even if it means it takes a while to get ready.

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Protective * Quiet * Kind * Depressed * Intelligent * Introverted

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: It's Complicated
Personality: Runa is a quiet and reserved soul, having resigned herself to the fact that because of her abilities, she will never be trusted. On Asgard, most looked at her through the lens of her uncle, Loki, the God of Mischief. Due to this mistrust and apprehension, she developed an introverted personality as a defense mechanism, learning to enjoy the mandated silence and lack of connection. And try as her family may, she believes the words that are said about her - that she will be nothing more than Asgard's next threat. It has inspired a sense of self loathing, sending the Asgardian spiraling into depression and self harm.

Beyond her inner turmoil and misery, punctuated with self doubt and a wish for genuine connection, Runa is a kind and selfless individual. She does not judge based on a person's past, instead just forming her opinion based on the actions they take while she knows them. She would gladly sacrifice herself to help a friend or loved one, potentially even a stranger. If there's anything she can do to bring a little light into the universe, Runa will do it - no matter the personal cost.

Habits: Fiddling with Gandr, self harm, biting her lip
Hobbies: Stargazing
Fears:

• Ragnarok
• Becoming evil
• Galactus

Likes:

• Fashion
• Dark Colors
• Snow
• Stones
• Coffee
• Malls
• Magic
• Honesty
• Exploring Midgard
• Puppies
• Sunrise
• The Ocean
• Ice Cream

Dislikes:

• Hot Climates
• Large Crowds
• Midgardian Governments
• Prejudice based on the actions of another
• I.D.'s
• Surnames
• Infinity Stones
• Dark Elves
• People touching Gandr

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General World Skills:

• Astronomy
• Runology
• All-Tongue
• History of the Nine Realms
• Gambling
• Singing

Combat Skills:

• Asgardian Magic Attacks
• Darkness Constructs
• Dagger
• Stamina

Medical Issues/Long Term Injuries:

• General Anxiety Disorder
• Major Depression
• Imposter Syndrome

Possessions:

• Gandr - Asgardian weapon, charmed with a worthiness enchantment
• Bag of Runes

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How did you discover your powers: Runa is Asgardian and presented with her abilities at a rather young age. She was roughly five years old when she suddenly knew whenever someone was lying. Her parents were hopeful that her talent was with truth, yet when her grandfather, the God of Secrecy, gave her his staff - Gandr - Runa exhibited her true talent. She could warp reality with words. If she lied and someone then contradicted her verbally, she could make her lie become truth just by snapping her fingers. Luckily, no one was hurt when this ability manifested itself - she simply turned her older brother's hair violet.

General History: Runa was the second born to Baldur, Odin's Son, God of Light and Nanna, Nepr's Daughter, Goddess of Joy and Peace. Their oldest child was Forseti, God of Justice and Reconciliation. The couple lived and raised their children in the Summer Palace, a wedding gift from Odin, the All-Father. Doting and kind, Nanna and Baldur always wished the best for their children, giving them all of the freedom and encouragement they could afford, even shirking some traditional Asgardian customs. By Midgardian standards, they were hippies living in a palace.

Neither Runa nor her brother were quite as happy-go-lucky as their parents, but Nanna and Baldur loved them all the same. Baldur taught his children to manipulate light in Forseti's case and in Runa's, darkness. He would often create rainbows for them as toys, with Nanna lifting the spirits of all who lived within the halls of the Summer Palace. It was an idyllic lifestyle and Runa couldn't have been happier, until her innate abilities began to manifest. Rumors spread quickly on Asgard that one of Odin's grandchildren was destined for darkness - that she had power over lies and rather than manipulating light as her father did, she manipulated the shadows.

Her parents tried their very best to shelter her from these rumors, ensuring that she received the best education she could. She would often play with Forseti or her favorite cousin Klara, Thor's daughter. It was when she began to study magic under her uncle Loki, God of Mischief that she learned what the people of Asgard believed her to be. She began to fall into a depression, believing that she was the curse of Asgard, that she would one day be responsible for her father's death and the beginning of Ragnarok. When she learned that with Gandr's help she could warp reality, she tried to keep it hidden but people found out. Soon, only her family would speak to her, as everyone else feared the power her words may hold.

She withdrew more and more into herself, beginning to practice self harm and speaking with beings of dubious intent, such as Hecate's host Millicent on Midgard. The darkness eventually felt too great and she attempted to kill herself, only to be saved from death by her mother. She felt directionless in life, mostly going through the motions in hopes of finding a purpose beyond being a stain to the house of Odin. The dreamlike reality created by Wanda Maximoff reignited some hope in Runa. When the reality ended, she went to the BiFrost to go find Lance on Midgard, only to be abducted by her uncle, Loki who had quite recently betrayed Asgard back in ~2010.

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Character Quote: "...I'm stronger than you know..."
Theme Song: June Gloom by Allie X
Anything Else: Jessica Jones; Hooked on a Feeling

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Name: Sylvester Adriano
Aliases: Pulse, Sly
Age: 22
Birthday: February 18th, 1999
Birth Place: Brock, Iowa, USA
Gender: Male
Powers: Energy Transformation - Sylvester can transform into a small glowing ball of energy. In this form he can fly around, but cannot pass through solid objects. Sylvester can only maintain this form for less than a minute before transforming back.
Editorial Nickname: The Speedin’ Sphere
Alignment: Neutral Good
How many years have they been at the mansion?: Only 3 months

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Height: 5’10’’
Weight: 175 lbs
Build: Slim Average
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Long Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Sylvester tends to dress basic. He can usually be found in a pair of jeans, a simple t-shirt, and a jacket. As far as shoes go he tends to wear black or grey sneakers. Sylvester avoids wearing anything too bright or flashy.

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Hard Working * Naive * Friendly * Insecure * Imaginative * Complacent

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Sylvester usually comes off as a pleasant enough guy, easily making friends with people. He also works hard at everything he does, always preferring to do something right rather than fast. As such most people don’t have a problem with him, but that is by Sylvester’s choice. Sylvester is deathly afraid of people not accepting him, to the point that he will do things he doesn’t want to do as long as it will make someone else like him.

When not seeking approval, Sylvester loves devoting time to his passions, such as his novel. Sylvester has a whole side to him that most people don’t see as he believes they might not like it. To this end, Sylvester hates to rock the boat, instead going with what others do. But in more recent years he has started to realize that he needs to make agency in his life and trust himself.
Habits: Tapping his feet to the music in his head, spinning pens in his hand, and zoning out.
Hobbies: Number puzzles, reading, and writing his own fantasy epic.
Fears:

• Being isolated
• Large Dogs
• Reckless Driving

Likes:

• Sudoku
• Classic Rock
• Frozen Yogurt
• Fantasy Novels
• Robot Fighting Shows
• Swimming

Dislikes:

• Spicy Food
• Gross out Humour
• Washing Dishes
• Jazz
• Ridicule
• Talk Shows

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General World Skills:

• Electrician
• Driving
• Swimming
• Basic Auto Work
• Cooking

Combat Skills:

• Brawling

Medical Issues/Injuries

• Social Anxiety Disorder
• Iron Deficiency

Possessions:

• Cell Phone
• Wallet with ID and cash
• Tablet
• Messenger Bag
• A novel or two

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How did you discover your powers: Sylvester was fourteen and had just started working at his family’s restaurant for a few months. On the night in question, he was working the late shift. While he already hated working the late shift, Sylvester was an even fouler mood due to having a large argument with a cousin earlier that day. While in a fume, Sylvester was told to take out the garbage. Once outside, Sylvester took a second to take a deep breath, hoping it would calm him down. It didn’t. Sylvester decided to try taking a brief walk to chill out. However, as he began to walk, Sylvester’s body changed, becoming a glowing ball of energy.

Freaked out by this, Sylvester tried to turn back, but found he had no control over his form. Instead, the ball of energy began flying down the street, then over the roofs of the local businesses. Eventually, Sylvester found himself over the town’s water tower. As he hovered over it, Sylvester transformed back into a human, landing on the water tower. Freaked out, Sylvester didn’t see a way down. After a few minutes stuck on top of the water tower, Sylvester tried transforming into the orb again. It took a few tries, but eventually he turned back into the orb and flew back down to street level, before becoming human again. Upon returning to the restaurant, he was questioned about where he went, to which he simply say he needed to take a walk.

General History: Sylvester was born in Brock, Iowa, the heart of the American Midwest. Growing up Sylvester had a large family, as he was the second of four kids, and he had many aunts, uncles, and cousins living in the nearby area. From a young age, Sylvester spent a lot of time at the family restaurant, a passion project for his parents. While not overly successful, the restaurant did make enough money to support the Adrianos adequately. As far as Sylvester could tell, he was living a perfectly normal life.

By the time Sylvester was ten, videos of so called mutants became viral, challenging his worldview. However, his views on mutants would be shaped by the pastor of the local sermon. On a perfectly ordinary Sunday, the pastor delivered a sermon denouncing mutants as unnatural. Sylvester’s parents agreed with this statement, which meant that he would also adopt this worldview.

But in the small town of Brock, Sylvester never encountered any mutants. The whole mutant thing seemed like some far off problem to Sylvester. That would change during his thirteenth year, when the battle of New York happened. Sylvester was amazed by the heroism of Captain America and the Avengers, causing him to wonder if it’s OK to use superpowers. However, his parents bought into the idea circling online that the Avengers were secret mutants. This line of thinking would cause Sylvester to backpedal on his support of the Avengers.

At the age of fourteen Sylvester got his first job, working in the family restaurant. The first few months were pretty mundane, just washing dishes and floors. But one fateful evening, Sylvester’s mutant powers activated for the first time. Following this, Sylvester was confused, wondering how he could be a mutant when no one else in his family was. He would end up vowing to keep it a secret.

Another issue would arise for Sylvester, when at the age of seventeen he still hadn’t had a girlfriend. Sylvester brushed it off, saying that he was just waiting for the right girl. However, he realized he had never felt that way for any girl. This also confused Sylvester. At the age of eighteen, Sylvester graduated from Brock High School. At first he considered leaving town, but ultimately felt that he couldn’t leave his family. Sylvester ended up attending the local community college, entering into an electrician program.

Sylvester would excel at college, and ended up dating a few women, though not for very long. During this time Sylvester’s father would fall ill, so Sylvester’s older brother would take over management of the restaurant. After graduating college, Sylvester would take a step back from the restaurant and instead seek an apprenticeship with a local electrician company. It was around this point that he began experimenting with his powers, as his view on mutants had softened.

Things would be good for Sylvester for a while. That was until he was outed as a mutant online. Sylvester had no idea who posted this or how they could of known. Upon reading about it, Sylvester’s family confronted him, to which he admitted he was a mutant. The Adrianos disowned him, not wanting to have anything to do with him. People in town began talking about Sylvester, cursing his name. This came to a head when he was fired from his company, and then found his apartment vandalized. Not feeling safe in Brock anymore, Sylvester left town, travelling east.

Sylvester ended up in the state of New York, looking for a job as an electrician. However, his name had been blacklisted online, making it very hard to find employment. At his most desperate, Sylvester was contacted by Charles Xavier, who offered him a place at his school. Initially wary, Sylvester would agree, moving into the mansion. He has now been there for three months.

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Character Quote: “If it’ll help, I’ll do it.”
Theme Song: Rush - Tom Sawyer
Anything Else: Cyclops, :ὁ Animalia, Colour code is eaf19f

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