[OOC] Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

[Eviledd1984]

@Master Bruce

Sorry, I will redact any mention of the X-Men and the Avengers.

[Sep]

@Master Bruce

Sorry, I will redact any mention of the X-Men and the Avengers.

@Eviledd1984

As such there has also been no contact with Thanos yet. The way the game is set up is so that we are all at the start of our respective super heroic careers

[Sep]

Look posted two days ago and no approval.

What kind of sloppy gamemaster is running this thing anyway?

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Screw you all for making me double-post.

[Master Bruce]

About time.

The Flash by @Sep

[Sep]

About time.

The Flash by @Sep

@Master Bruce

wait what

[Master Bruce]

Get out of here, male Flash. You're canonically null and void around these parts.

[Sep]

Get out of here, male Flash. You're canonically null and void around these parts.

@Master Bruce

Iris certainly doesn't have those parts.

[Eviledd1984]

Thanos has been officially SNAPED.

[Sep]

Thanos has been officially SNAPED.

@Eviledd1984

Good cause ho boi if he showed up right now then there'd be a lot of collateral damage and Superman might have to snap his neck

[Retired]

If Snape is involved, does that mean we can app Dumbledore now?

[Hillan]

Metal-Pinky And The Brain

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T

T H E X - M E N
T H E X - M E N

^{"All of this power means nothing without compassion. That's what we have to show them. That's why we are his X-Men"}

Maximilian 'Max' Eisenhardt, Charles Xavier ♦ Mutant Rights Advocates ♦ New York

O R I G I N S:

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<sup>Charles Xavier, humanitarian, scientist and lobbyist. The current oldest and most widely recognized civilian with more-than-human abilities. While his feats have been brought into question, his presence has been a fact since the Cuba crisis in the 60's. Where he earned medals and televised congratulations from the president for lending his extraordinary negotiation skills to aid world peace. Maximilian Eisenhardt was born in the 80's, and quickly developed his mutant abilities which made life incredibly hard for the young mutant. Charles and Max crossed paths in Ireland during the last decade of the troubles. A mentorship and friendship was founded that soon turned into more of a paternal bond between the two. Maximilian made many errors as a boy and young man, errors Charles helped him understand and correct, where he could. They left Ireland by the end of the troubles in 96, and returned to the mansion Charles had lived in his entire adulthood. A mansion in which it became evident that there was a greater need for more people to be in. Maximilian grew into a man under Charles tutelage, the latter arguing he learnt as much from Max as the younger man did from him. After a few years of sporadically helping those that came knocking, doing brief home-visits, which Charles had been doing since the 50's - Maximilian decided that they needed to do more for their kind. With his awesome powers of magnetism the two constructed the global neuro-interface and telepathic amplifier known as Cerebro. Charles would use it to vastly amplify his already incredible powers, finding mutants in need before the two of them set out to guide these young mutants into finding themselves, helping them find their place in the world.

Their journey of helping mutants has never been without flaws. There's been conflict, strife, anger and loss. But above all, their journey has been filled with love for their kind. Fifteen years ago they decided to turn the mansion into not just a temporary home or a haven, but also a school. A place where mutants could fundamentally be themselves. As Charles's age makes itself ever more apparent, the mansion is getting more crowded with young mutants who needs the Xavier School For Gifted Youngsters. This leaves Max in a ever changing position with more and more responsibilities. His bond with his fellow mutants always growing deeper. This school is his everything, as are the people in it. Xavier's school is the place on earth where no harm shall come to Mutantkind, for the Master Of Magnetism watches over them.</sup>

S A M P L E P O S T:

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In her living room, Angelica Jones took her first step of the day, feet planted firmly on the cool floor under her bed in this studio apartment. She prepared for the day ahead, sorted her things. Photoshoot during the afternoon, a livestream before then, had to film a social media clip for a sponsor. She had to call her mom and ask how dad was doing. Before all of that, she was gonna have breakfast and go for a run. She got into her sporting clothes, had a bowl of Greek yoghurt and some oats. Prepared a bottle of water that she clipped to the slightly weighted vest she wore during her runs. Hunching down, she tied her brand-dealt sneakers and set out of her apartment. As she left her apartment building, she stopped to put her headphones into her ears. 165 BPM playlist. She had to burn today. This was just like any other day for her.

Her feet touched the ground, once. Then again, twice. Three times. Ever more rapidly. Her breath got shallow, after a few minutes her mouth started to get dry and she paused to drink from her bottle. Her pulse was high. Too high, given how short of a distance she had ran. 185 beats. She hadn't had that high pulse in years. Was it nerves about the meeting? Maybe. Running again, swimming in the sound of the music. Her mind ran free. Her legs moving, her breath feeling normal, yet, her heartrate was constantly climbing. She wasn't sweating. She ran onto the sidewalk, and felt the sun hit her left side. It was warm. Like, really warm. Too warm for Seattle weather in March. As she looked down on the sun hitting her, she noticing something that made her eyes widen. Her long sleeved shirt was smoking. She tried, panicked, to put out the flames by patting it with her other hand, first lightly and then more intensely as the smoke didn't stop, instead only increasing in intensity till the shirt was burnt straight through, revealing that it wasn't her shirt that was on fire. It was her arm.

She yelled out in panic.

"Help! What the hell is going on, someone help me, fire, fire!" She cried, people picking up their phones, most of them to call the authorities. Some few to film the incident. Other hurried away scared. She cried in terror and pain, as the flames erupted from all over her body. She blacked out from panic, and when she came to, she was soaring in the air the world now truly below her. She was hanging 20 feet into the sky, tethered to nothing. Her ears were ringing from the alarms made by the four cars that had crashed looking at the exploding star in the sky. There had now been a barricade formed under her, the flames from her body had spread onto the concrete, lighting a nearby tree on fire, as well as a park bench. She looked at her hands, in complete shock.

"What's happening to me?! Help!" She cried. Police, firefighters and two ambulances had arrived under her, the police had their guns ready, awaiting directive. Directive to shoot. A directive that would never come. As all radios, phones and electronics in 150 meters got their signal completely blocked. The sea of people who had gathered behind the barricade was being parted. With a low sounding him, the metal bars that made up the barricade bent out of the way, and the police's weapons were gently, but forcefully lowered, aiming away from the girl in the sky. Gently enough to make the police think it was their fellow officers that lowered the guns out of their own will, rather than an invisible hand pushing it down. From the now open barricade, a man walked by. Dressed in a red dress-shirt over a 90's Rock Band t-shirt, black business pants and a pair of shiny black office loafers. His hair was silver and he had a spotless shave. His eyes had a soft, almost purple glow to them. He paid the people him no mind, nor did he care for the people on the other side, as he spoke, it was as if the only person in the entire world was Angelica Jones.

His voice boomed with great intensity, serenity and earnest in his voice. A warm smile on his face, his arm slowly extending into the sky.

"I know you are scared. You're unprepared. This all feels like such a sudden change. You are not alone in feeling this way. It's not an accident that this happened to you. You are special. My name is Maximilian. I'm here to help. If you let me, I promise you everything will be okay. I will stay here with you as long as you need me to."

For some inexplicit reason, she believed him. She got calmed just from seeing him act so fearless. She wanted the help he offered. Breathe, Angelica. You are in control, you are in charge of these flames, they don't burn you. They burn for you. Choose a direction and they will follow. A softer, more vague and distant voice echoed in her head. A thought? Perhaps. Her panic was washing off of her, as she took a deep breath and looked intensely on the man in red on the ground. Her eyes focusing on a spot in front of him, and she could feel herself moving, in the air. She approached for a landing.

Way too fast.

She crashed in front of Maximilian, debris flying up into the sky, piece of metal and concrete, a pipe broke, more car alarms. Yet with the flick of his hand, all of these dangers and distractions were taken care of. He simply walked over to the side of the crater, where the girl was standing and peered in. She was unharmed, just, shocked. Looking at her hands and the area around her, at the destruction she had caused.

"I- I did that? How?" She was puzzled, dumbfounded. Terrified and confused.

Maximilian smiled at her again, as he walked into the crater, sliding down the 2 meter hole slope she had made, intentionally with small movements he extremely nimbly avoided the few piece of burning debris that were in his way.

"You are a mutant. Like me. Today was the day your powers arrived. As I said up there. If you let me, I will help you learn how to handle them. To control them. Not let them control you. I will teach you to use them for the betterment of not just yourself, but all." She couldn't explain why, but she believed him. She wanted to believe him. Carefully she raised her trembling hand to take his, afraid to touch him. Yet he never hesitated. No fear of getting burnt. She laid her hand in his and he didn't even flinch, for he had not burnt.

"I trust you fully to not hurt me, just as you have put your trust in me."

"Was it... Your voice in my head I heard?" She said, getting faint from exhaustion, flames dying down, collapsing. Max caught her, her clothes were mostly burnt off, his red button up shirt took a life of it's own as the metal buttons un-buttoned it and pulled it smoothly off of his arms, sweeping over the woman to cover her like a blanket.

"No, that was the person who saved me. Who showed me the way."

Standing on a rooftop overlooking the situation, a man donning a black skin-tight suit held his left hand up to his temple, by the side of his high-tech X-shaped goggles. Watching as his ward, friend and greatest pride hovered out of the crater, carrying the currently unconscious girl. As soon as the two had emerged, the road began repairing itself as the same kind of low-hum could be heard. A minute later, everything had returned back to normal, the only remains of the event were the burn marks on the tree. The police were unsure of what had happened, why were they here? Reports of a block-wide communication error came in over dispatch, but other than that, everything was fine.

Well done, Maximilian. Every person who witnessed this event has seen something completely ordinary, and they will not see you nor Miss Jones leave. There are spare supplies in the car. Clothes, food and water, as well as first aid. I shall see you and Miss Jones for dinner at the house this evening.

Max looked up towards the building where his mentor was positioning, cracking a smile as he nodded in agreement.

S U P P O R T I N G C A S T:

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Allies:

• The Mutants - Groupings of youngsters who attend the school and face different challenges and tribulations, while offering their own assets to the two. Without these kids, Charles and Max are nothing. Select few, given they are ready for it, are taken onto field-trips to help others. Students who have attended, or who came as adults often stay as teachers or rotate as guests over the years.
• Logan - The Wolverine; Manbeast, human weapon and dear friend.
• Mystique - Mutant and Proud; old friend of Max's and radical mutant activist.
  
  Enemies:
• Bolivar Trask
• Mister Sinister
• The Juggernaut.
• Onslaught

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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[Retired]

Somehow you've made Xavier older than Sir Patrick Stewart himself. The man's going to turn to dust before the Shadow King gets a chance to mess with him.

[Hillan]

Somehow you've made Xavier older than Sir Patrick Stewart himself. The man's going to turn to dust before the Shadow King gets a chance to mess with him.

@Retired

From Dust to Dust. He's pretty spry for a century old man in a wheelchair.

[Roman]

What's the status of S.H.I.E.L.D. in this setting?

[Lord Wraith]

I believe they were mentioned in a sheet, so I think they're around.

[Sep]

What's the status of S.H.I.E.L.D. in this setting?

@Roman

It exists in secret

[Roman]

Would it exist enough to theoretically have other branches? Like how S.W.O.R.D. and A.R.M.O.R. are divisions of the overall organisation.

[Sep]

Would it exist enough to theoretically have other branches? Like how S.W.O.R.D. and A.R.M.O.R. are divisions of the overall organisation.

@Roman

It could do. Don't see any reason why it wouldn't. Whatcha thinking?

[Roman]

<Snipped quote by Roman>

It could do. Don't see any reason why it wouldn't. Whatcha thinking?

@Sep

There's not too much in the way of magical/supernatural in the accepted roster so far but I was considering S.T.A.K.E. in its infancy through the lens of a jaded veteran S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, who spearheads the new division as weirder phenomenon around the globe starts to outpace S.H.I.E.L.D.'s understanding of mutants and meta-humans, ultimately recruiting certain individuals and building out his department into a legitimate branch of the wider organisation. This could then interact with anyone who is involved with the supernatural (so far only really looking like Allblade and Jack Hawksmoor).

[Sep]

<Snipped quote by Sep>

There's not too much in the way of magical/supernatural in the accepted roster so far but I was considering S.T.A.K.E. in its infancy through the lens of a jaded veteran S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, who spearheads the new division as weirder phenomenon around the globe starts to outpace S.H.I.E.L.D.'s understanding of mutants and meta-humans, ultimately recruiting certain individuals and building out his department into a legitimate branch of the wider organisation. This could then interact with anyone who is involved with the supernatural (so far only really looking like Allblade and Jack Hawksmoor).

@Roman