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X-Men: The New Era

[ Danger Room > Kitchen ] [ Post Theme: Don't You Worry ] [ Interacting With: open ]

Like the Danger Room's 'hard light' tactile holographic environment, the device that generated their training clothes seemed to be Shi'ar in nature. So much so, that Syaoran had found that the devices would accept voice commands in Aerie -- a language that was almost certainly not spoken on this planet.

The training suit seemed to evaporate as a swirl of light enveloped him. When it the light had faded, the atomic structure of the clothing had been altered into an entirely different set of garments. A sleeveless, A-style white tank hung from off the child's slight frame, hanging loose over the blue jeans that dressed his lower body. He was barefoot, though his feet only intermittedly touched the ground. Instead, the boy floated through the air as he traveled through in the lattice of hallways that made up the Ashford Institute.

On this journey of mundane adventure, he voyaged back toward his room. He had homework that he was supposed to complete prior to the start of classes tomorrow, aside from which there were cartoons that were meant to be watched.

This intrepid epic would take the stalwart hero of the feather to the very brink of the Foyer of the Damned. He would then face the grueling challenger of the Stairwell of Seven Deadly Steps in order to arrive back at the sanctuary of his own room. But, before he crossed the harsh sands of the Foyer of the Damned or attempted the thin oxygen of the lethal ascent up the Stairwell, he would require sustenance.

And also juice.

So the feather-headed Shi'ar half-pint arrived in the kitchen. Being a ten year old was not for the faint of heart and required snacks if one was to endure the rigors of life on the playground. Sorting through the cupboards, the youth's search through the sacred treasure vaults yielded stolen goods of immeasurable value on the intergalactic black markets.

That being, a bag of Cheetos puffs and a Capri Sun juice pack.

Armed with the purloined provisions of prodigious snackage, the boy stood at the edge of the kitchen. The last bastion of civilization before he would attempt the grueling trek through the foyer and up the stairs.

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[ Danger Room ] [ Post Theme: Victory ] [ Interacting With: open ]

The clash echoed like thunder in his bones.

Felt, not heard, as the impact nearly drove him down to his knees. He felt his heart beat in his chest, the sound of his own labored breathing filling his ears. This was Sharra. This was K'ythri. A contest of conflict and wills.

This was what it was to be Shi'ar.

Humans were different.

They reminded him of Kymellians, though humans didn't seem quite that..? Syaoran was not certain of the right word. Spineless? He had viewed their sporting events on the crude visual display devices. Contests of skill that took place in arenas of a sort, which was something that the young Shi'ar could recognize well enough. Yet, the similarities seemed to end there. Their contests eschewed the inevitability of conflict between opponents on the field of battle, going so far as to penalize physical contact between players in most instances.

About the only thing that Syaoran found that he liked was something that the humans called ultimate fighting. That had looked like a contest of skill, yet some of the human seemed dismayed at the hatchling appreciating it as such. Their disdain of the sport belied his initial impression of humans as avoiding conflict. Like the Kymellians.

The weight that had been pushing him down to the floor suddenly came away. As the looming form of his opponent recoiled back, the boy turned his eyes up. Reared back was a Zn'yx, a crocodile-like alien who had none of the Kymellian sensibilities. They were a brutish race. Simple, in that respect. Apex predators who had clawed their way into the larger galaxy.

There was a certain purity behind their brutality. It made them a favorite of his for games such as this one.

The child was in a holographic, variable environment chamber that seemed to operate using technology and protocols that he was familiar with. Syaoran had duplicated a popular physical training program from his school on Throneworld -- an arena on the surface of the planet Chandilar, in which he face a Zn'yx brute in single combat. He had increased the gravity to that of Throneworld standard. Even after so little time on this world of the humans, he could feel the difference. His body felt sluggish. Heavy.

A pair of crocodile-like jaws lanced out. Staring down a gaping maw, the young Shi'ar swung his fist upward. The reproduction supplied by this room of danger replicated the sensation well. He felt his hand connect with the underside of the beast-man's jaw, driving the Zn'yx's head upward even as the force traveled down through the bones of his hand.

Even as the bite was re-directed away, the Zn'yx's weight combined with his momentum kept the alien traveling forward. The beast-man slammed into the Shi'ar hatchling, sending the boy stumbling about as he fought to regain his footing. When he had, the child looked up in time to see a large, reptilian tail flash into his field of vision.

The tail connected with the side of his head, sending Syaoran to the ground in a dizzying array that both terrified and exhilarated him.

Rolling along the ground, the artificial horizon laid before him was still spinning as the child pushed up from the earth. Instinct took hold. An inhuman sound rising from the child's throat as the flash of movement accompanied the Zn'yx attack. A feint back, then Syaoran stepped in with a punch that connected with the alien's side. Ducked under sweep of the beast-man's arm, and he let loose a flurry of jabs.

The Zn'yx struck back. And Syaoran allowed himself to experience the strike. Leaned into it. The taste of his own blood in his mouth. His heart echoing in his ears. The pain awakening his senses. The child smiled. Felt the pinion feathers standing on end. Arms outstretched as his fingers splayed outward in a display of the small talons at the ends of his fingers.

...then the world just paused.

Caught in the moment, the child was confused for a long moment that lingered as he stared around the interior of the Danger Room, as it slowly transformed back into merely an empty room. He felt the gravity ease, as realization finally set in.

He had set a timer on the program so that he would not miss when OK KO: Let's Be Heroes was going to come on.

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@BoyMom69035

I need to work on a new image for him. Feathers and tattoo-lines around the eyes make it a rough to design, though.

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@BoyMom69035

Good morning!

And don't worry, I'll make sure any throwing up that Syaoran does is aimed in @Lord Wraith's direction.

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Sy has a private room :D

@ShieldsOfWar

This probably makes sense. I'd imagine Sy's room probably doubles as a playroom in order to try and contain the destructive force to a single location.

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@Lord Wraith

I'm good with that casting.

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Pretty much what Rumiko said, when you've been on here five plus years, you accumulate posts.

@Lord Wraith

5+ years, very few posts compared to most, but I don't join very many conversations or RPs. I'm kind of the wallflower.

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Hider

| Name |

Syaoran Vividali

| Nicknames/Aliases |

Sy

| X-Men Code Name |

N/A (I'm open to the RP developing this over time)

| Gender |

Male

| Age |

Equivalent to 10 Solar years

| Physical Description |

Syaoran is a Shi'ar hatchling who is comparable to a pre-teenage human child. He stood 140 centimeters tall, with a wiry, slender build. As Shi'ar bone structure is hollow, owing to their avian evolution, Syaoran weighed slightly less than a human boy of similar stature, clocking in at just 30 kilograms. In place of hair, he had a crown of raven black feathers atop his head. His eyes were a cerulean blue and framed by a series of tattoo-like lines that spread from the corners of his eyes to his brow and cheekbones. He tends to wear hand-me-downs supplied by the staff or other students.

| Mutations |

• Shi'ar Physiology: Able to lift a half ton and possesses greater stamina than a human.

• Flight: Syaoran demonstrates a form of psychokinesis that enables him to achieve levitation and flight at subsonic speeds.

| Personality |

Like a human child, Syaoran is comparable to a puppy for both his playfulness and his eagerness for attention. Precocious, excitable, and hyperactive, Syaoran can be a handful. His level of activity combined with his physical abilities result in Syaoran being something of a wrecking ball, even if not intentionally. His attention span is fickle, making him prone for becoming distracted. In all, he means well and that Shi'ar warrior ethos instills in him a desire to protect those he cares about.

| Background |

Syaoran is the off-spring of a Shi'ar Imperial Guardsman, representing the political faction of the current Shi'ar Majestrix, and a leading member of the opposition party. Owing to the Shi'ar belief in the marriage of Sharra and K'ythri, the Shi'ar believe that conflict can bring greater unity, and so an arranged marriage of this type was ordinary. Primarily, Syaoran is a clone of his mother, the Imperial Guardsman known as Seraph. DNA from his father, Folken Vividali, was grafted onto the genetic material and the genetic sequencing altered to arrive at the ideal off-spring for the pair. His gender was selected by a fair share algorithm governing the hatchery, which ensured that a balance of genders was maintained with each successive generation.

Because of his mother's duties to the Shi'ar Imperium, Syaoran was raised by his father. The demands of interstellar administration often required that Folken travel to various worlds in the Shi'ar Imperium, and so Syaoran's childhood was one of travel between worlds. Their ship was passing from out of a stargate when it was attacked. By who, Syaoran can't be certain. He awoke to find the vessel in distress, his father otherwise occupied, and the crew laboring to fight both the attackers and the fires breaking out on the ship. Their vessel voyaged into the Sol System in an effort to lose their attackers in the asteroid field there, but was unsuccessful.

The ship made its stand in orbit of the third planet in the Sol System. When the vessel was under threat of being boarded, Syaoran's father placed him into an escape pod and sent him down to the human planet. Discovered unconscious within the pod when its wreckage was discovered, Syaoran was sent to the Xavier Institute to be examined. As no evidence of a Shi'ar ship or its wreckage can be found in orbit of Earth, and contact with the Shi'ar is problematic, Syaoran was placed at the Ashford Institute until a better solution presents itself...

| Recap of your mutations awakening |

Because the Shi'ar are a genetically engineered race, Syaoran's genetic structure is the result of deliberate choices on the part of his parents. Additionally, as he is primarily a clone of his mother, Syaoran's variation from the baseline Shi'ar represents a genetic legacy that may have been intended so that Syaoran could serve on the Shi'ar Imperial Guard of the future. As a result, his powers manifested themselves in early childhood and his outlook on mutants is entirely different from that of humanity.

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Also... good morning to everyone. I'm up wwaaayyy earlier than I should be but hey... whatever :D

@BoyMom69035

Good morning!

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@Lord Wraith

You say that like sanity is a good thing.