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Oshea Jackson

"Beef rap could lead to gettin' teeth capped
Or even a reef for mom dukes on some grief crap
I suggest you change ya diet
It could lead to high blood pressure if you fry it."

MF DOOM

Location: Xavier's Funtime Party Van

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An explosion bloomed and rattled Oshea from his respite. So damn inconsiderate and rude. Oshea thought to himself. Now that he was awake, he let out a yawn and his eyes coursed along the rather packed van. There were a number of new faces, none of which he knew, and all of which had less experience than he did. From what he could gather, everyone was introducing themselves so he figured he may as well do the same,

"What up rookies! Name's Oshea--otherwise known as the Big O, Grandmaster J, and Speedy. I'm the nicest of the veterans and probably the coolest if we bein' honest. I ain't gonna talk y'all heads off, but I'mma be real; we all might die. We almost died last time, too. But uh, shit, y'all rookies follow our lead and we all might come out this thing alive--right?"

His attempt at a rally speech may have been undercut by the ever defiant Ayita who was parading her tiger form. Oshea noted she favored this new form quite a bit and made a mental note for later. Another sweep of his sight along the van and he noted Quicksilver; a single guess told Oshea it was probably Pietro who was behind the explosion which woke him up. It seemed Maximoff was intentionally giving Oshea more reasons to dislike him than Oshea already had. He spoke again to the rookies on the bus,

"Also, I ain't nothing like silver fox ova there. I'm, like, mature and shit. You know? Who wanna sing a song for the road? 99 bottles? Karaoke? I take requests."

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Should have something up in the next two days.

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Oshea Jackson

"Livin' on borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That will be the hour they knock the slick master"

- MF DOOM

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Location: Xavier's Funtime Party Bus

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The gust of wind from Pietro's entrance almost woke Oshea from his slumber. A much needed crash. He had taken up a seat in the middle again where he always liked to sit. While in REM sleep, he dreamed of a blank white room. On the floor of this imaginary room were a set of brushes with coated tips of red, yellow, silver, pink, green, orange, and purple, gold. Oshea took up two brushes in hand and observed his ethereal canvas; and he was off.

X's and O's, he drew up the diagrams. Pink for Allison, purple for Guin, green for Marygold and Ayita, silver for Pietro, yellow for Cassandra and Carolina, orange for the newbies, red for himself, gold for Nina. Much of what he painted became little more than a tornado of intersecting lines of color across all four walls--it was, Oshea presumed, a plan. What kind of plan it was, well, this was an entirely different conundrum. Oshea would worry about what his lines and scribbles meant when he awoke, for now he snored. It was loud.

X-Men: Legacy [MCU]

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Marvel: Dark Underbelly

D-did you say Blade? *strokes chin*

X-Men: Legacy [MCU]

Ororo Munroe, "Storm."

Storm

Name: Ororo Munroe
Age: 21

Powers

Atmokinesis: Ororo can control and generate weather patterns of and within most planetary systems: creating tornadoes, hurricanes, dust storms, lightning. If it is a natural weather occurrence, she can likely manipulate it--and on an atomic level at that, though this comes with necessary precision and control. Ororo has been listed as being a potential “Omega Level Mutant” because of the scope and nature of her abilities.

Flight: Standard. Whether Ororo flies on her own or uses the currents of the air is unknown, and she is not known to fly fast, but she can transverse aerial spaces in respectable time.

History

Born to a schoolteacher and a physician in San Francisco, California, Ororo enjoyed a life among the mundane for much of her childhood. Many of her hobbies consisted of the outdoors: biking, running, she was also a dual athlete in baseball and basketball at Lowell High School. All was well, as in the initial stages of her teenage years, Ororo lived the regular life of a teenager--until the dreams began to happen. Powerful and vivid visions of herself soaring high into a midnight black sky, violent tremors, lightning illuminating the ebony expanse over her head. She was unbridled. She was angry.

The night terrors had gotten worse, and weeks of persistent lack of sleep began to unseam Munroe’s psyche. Disquieted, Ororo began displaying erratic emotional spikes. These unpredictable shifts and ebbs in behavior not only served to sever many of her familial connections, Ororo began to isolate herself from people as a whole. It was amid this emotional collapse that a series of ‘coincidences’ occurred: the first incident in the high school state basketball championship.

All game a girl nearly a foot taller than Ororo and twenty pounds heavier (and much stronger) had been playing dirty. Knees, elbows, shoving, none of which were regulated by the referees. Ororo was not one who wanted to ruin anyone else’s glory, and so she did as best she could to ignore the slights. Down by one point with six seconds left on the clock, Ororo was given the basketball on a double screen which cleared the lane for a drive--in the post stood her antagonizer, Shaniya Williams, the 6’1 senior girl who had been abusing Munroe all night without repercussion.

When Shaniya cut Ororo’s legs from beneath her in mid-air as Munroe attempted to execute a layup and Ororo swiftly met the unforgiving hardwood of the waxed basketball court face-first, she’d had enough. Temperamental as she was, it only took small and inagging offenses to activate one of her emotional slopes. Ororo’s mocha eyes shifted to a dark blue; it took a few seconds before the winds outside had turned to gales and the roof began to shake. A deafening thunder roll blared across the sky, and just as the roof of the gym was torn from the top of the arena, Ororo fell into the realm of the unconscious.

When Ororo woke, there was a bald headed man standing next to her bedside,

“Hello, Ororo. My name is Charles Xavier.”

China

Facing a threat dangerous as any she had ever seen, the X-Men and Storm worked together to stop Magneto’s grand annihilation plans. It was in China that Ororo developed a love for Eastern culture; the language, the fashion, the spirituality. After the China incident, Ororo soon returned and enroll in an higher education institution. To this day, Ororo remains overseas. She studies: languages (Arabic, Mandarin, Spanish, Aramic, Hebrew), and Political Science.

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Oshea Jackson

"Time to get back on the grind!"

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Location: Xavier's Mansion Garage

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Oshea felt the familiar tingle in his head when Xavier spoke. It was time for the next mission, and Oshea had not slept at all. With eyes bloodshot, Oshea dressed himself in his X-suit and made his way to the garage and on the way fought to keep his eyes open. For all the angst and boredom he was feeling prior, the arrival of this new assignment brought him some relief: for one, he could sit back and observe how the others operated with Quicksilver hopefully shouldering the scouting role; two, he might get some rest. Or maybe Oshea could put some of his reading to use.

Once he arrived in the hangar, he pulled the ruby red visor over his eyes and wobbled in place where he stood. Only when Oshea was about to fall over did he spring to life. To prevent himself from toppling over in full, he sat criss cross on the garage's floor and supported his chin atop a balled fist with an elbow resting on his upper thigh.

"Mmmmmmmm. Did you do something to your hair, Allison?" a half-sleep Oshea exclaimed to no one particular.

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will post in the morning (if I manage to sleep at all tonight)

X-Men: Legacy [MCU]

Ororo Munroe, "Storm." - a WIP

Name: Ororo Munroe
Age: 19
Alias: Storm

Appearance:

Powers: Atmokinesis: Ororo can control and generate weather patterns of and within most planetary systems: creating tornadoes, hurricanes, dust storms, lightning. If it is a natural weather occurrence, she can likely manipulate it--and on an atomic level at that, though this comes with necessary precision and control.

History: To be written.

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Oshea Jackson

"This waitin' got me real impatient."

Time: Night
Location: Xavier's Institute Courtyard

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Oshea sat in his room with an arm tucked behind his bald head. To his right on a makeshift clothes hangar was his X Men suit; orange hued sun toasted the side of his caramel face as he nodded his head alongside the music blaring in his earphones. He was half asleep when the sun was beginning to set. Soon, most people were going to be asleep within the walls of the mansion; tonight he would see if all his recovery and training was to pay off.

Night fell, Oshea dressed in his X-suit. He stepped outside and embraced the rigid cold; chills ran down his spine from the crown of his head--Oshea figured he should have worn a beanie. He began: at first it was a slow jog, a pace his body had gotten used to. Slowly, he sped up his pace, there was some semblance of pain still coursing through his shin, but it was bearable--he gritted his teeth and attempted to soldier on. Oshea's speed increased: 20, 30, 40, 50, 55, 60, 75, 80, 90, 100! He was nowhere near his top speed, but Oshea figured given a few more days his leg would be in good enough shape to sustain heavier loads and persistent speeds for a longer time.

In truth, Oshea was tired of waiting and tired of sitting around. The running helped ease his mind, as it always did. Add to this escalating sense of angst his recent spurt of sleepless nights and Oshea had begun to feel weary and bored all the same. All of this expectation was making him giddy. Yet, Oshea was too fearful of what might become of this newfound burst of manic excitement; he took a seat on one of the benches next to the water fountain and gazed a the stars. In his mind, he made up his own constellations--his right index finger acted as his pencil as he stitched his imaginary markings in the stars: one, a wolf with bared fangs; then a girl's face with a perked smile. Hmmm? It was then he got an idea--he jogged back to his room in his excitement and pulled out his canvas paper and got to work.