Morose

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Atlantica
Skills: N/A

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Megan was intrigued to learn this detail from her brother. Her eyes darted over at him, wondering for a moment how much of her brother was left - and how much had been replaced by the person he had been here. She felt much the same as when she had entered this world, albeit with the caveat that she now accepted her status as the heir of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere. But the moment passed, as her brother then tried to tease her about receiving a scar from a pig. "A boar, brother dear," Megan said. "And should anyone find it so amusing, perhaps I could arrange for them to have an up close encounter with a boar. They don't have the reputation of, say, a lion - but that's not their fault."

Had she not had her memories restored, Megan might have been surprised at Arthur's ease with her more sour demeanor - but she had always been like this, even back in Camelot. She nodded at his comment about how she might get a scar while fighting Maleficent - a girl could dream.

They returned to camp, and it looked like not much had happened since they had left. Megan noticed for a moment how the firelight caught in Sierra's hair, but she didn't say anything. "Unfortunately, hardly a scratch," Megan said to Sierra.

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Kirah

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Genosha: August 22nd, 2021 - 11:10 PM

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Veil & Sunshine & Casper

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Location: the Carousel
Skills: Mediumship

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Midway Between Shi'Ar Bar and Underground Table

Casper gasped for air, sitting up so quickly it was as if he had been roused by a nightmare. His skin was cold and clammy, covered in a thin layer of sweat - and some of his own blood. His couture was absolutely ruined, the pink dress only a shadow of its former self. He looked like he had come straight from Carrie, rather than the Hellfire Gala. "James?" Casper called out, getting up to his feet now. His entire body was shaking and trembling, but Casper didn't remember why. The last thing he remembered was...

"Why the hell is her ass so big?!?!?!?!" Casper blurted, looking in horror (and a bit of wonder) at Selene's gigantic blue god ass that was taking up the sky. "Jackie? Ben?" Casper called out. He didn't see anyone around him - the place looked almost entirely deserted. The last thing he remembered was... He had been running off after James, going to save him. Someone must've knocked him out, Casper figured.

"Where did you all go? Honestly, so rude to leave me on the floor - besties don't do that!"

The Stage

Due to the evacuation (that Selene had been too busy slaying to really pay attention to), there weren't very many mutant souls left hanging around for her to eat. And while she was incredibly powerful right now, she wasn't finished yet - she knew that she hadn't reached all the omnis of power (omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient). She needed to eat more souls. "I s'pose this party really has ended, hmm?" Selene mused. "Time for me to go get some snacks - I think the X-Men would hit the spot," she added, speaking over her shoulder to some sort of imaginary audience. She continued to walk, heading for the western coast of the island. With each step, the island shuddered in pain like it was a living being, and with the now near constant tremors it was clear that Genosha simply could not last much longer. The island would fall apart.

Meanwhile down on the ground, well on the stage proper, Magneto considered the situation at hand. He had privately regretted not doing a better job by his first Brotherhood of Mutants - that he hadn't trained them properly before sending them off out into the world. If his adopted daughter Andy's life had not been sufficient motivation, as well as the countless mutant lives Selene had claimed and those she continued to threaten, then perhaps working with this ragtag group would be some means of atonement. "You heard your fellow mutant - we have work to be done," Magneto said to the group.

Lightning seemed to gather in his eyes, as the Master of Magnetism went to work. He pushed and pulled, working the metal surrounding them before shaping it into a swirling storm. Magneto sent the metallic storm chasing off after Selene, zipping around her like flies, the individual bits of metal so fine that the goddess didn't notice as they slowly began to adhere to her body, giving Spark Plug (and Andy, for that matter) the opening to strike with the rage of the elements.

"Any chance you could fill us in on the mutant magic plan now?" Veil asked Max. It was furiously windy now as the ground shook, and Veil's hair was practically swirling around her head, a tight mess of curls stuck in the wind. She was putting her all into holding up the force field, but it was beginning to shimmer and weaken. She locked eyes with her twin for a moment, glad to see that he was alright - and a bit sad that he had to meet Dazzler under circumstances like this. She knew he adored Dazzler. Who didn't?

"Kinda cliché to do magic to beat her, but whatever. If it works, it works," Sunshine said. She and Marrow were working together, and while Sunshine's aim was true, Selene was slowing beginning to leave her range. They'd need to get things done - quickly. Dazzler was sending off beams of light still as well, tapping her foot to an imaginary beat.

And then, a familiar face showed up, dashing up to the group, covered in blood and sweat but no worse for the wear...

"You know the last time I was abandoned on the floor at a party, I woke up in a cell cradling a tiny cactus like it was a baby."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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EARTH 257 - 8:40 AM Nov. 15th, 2021 - Odinskeep, New Asgard

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Klara had teleported them all to the Palace - outside of it, at least. It was complete chaos. The sky was full with Doombots, creatures of silver armor draped in green cloaks, all shouting "I AM DOOM!" at varying intervals. Each time one was destroyed, the air shimmered green and two more arose to take its place. Those with magical training would recognize that the Doombots were enchanted to replicate upon destruction - meaning the more Doombots were destroyed, the more they would be overrun...

The host of Asgard were locked in combat, almost overwhelmed by the buzzing droids. Unseen to mortal eyes, the Valkyrie were ferrying the souls of Asgard's dead from the battlefield. No one was challenging Luminous and Doom - no one that could be seen. Sif's magic though had prevented Klara from teleporting them inside the Palace - the same thing likely that was forcing Luminous and Doom to fling their magic repeatedly at the doors without leaving a single scratch, all in their desperate attempt to get inside and steal the Nexus being.

"Why does it feel like there's more of them?!" Amelia shouted, flying up in the air. She was using her powers to through Doombots into each other, and she had grabbed a sword from a fallen Asgardian warrior, using it to destroy any Doombots that got too close. But no matter what she did, more of them seemed to be coming. She wasn't good at magic stuff, but she didn't even see Doom doing anything to make more appear? "How many Doombots did he build?!?!"

Amelia speared a Doombot on her sword, some of its mechanical blood (read: oil) getting onto her hands. The Doombot shimmered green, and then suddenly two more were upon her. Amelia hacked away at them again, hacking and slashing and hacking, until no one could see her, a perfect sphere of Doombots surrounding her.... She tried to send out a blast of air to force them all back, but it was useless - and the Doombots all opened fire on her at once...

Meanwhile, down on the ground, everyone seemed to be focusing on Doom in the evil duo partnership and not Luminous. Doom's energy shield had finally shattered, not too long after Maria had phased inside of it. The Doombot Cass had destroyed was gone, and two new ones magically appeared to take its place. They opened fire on the ground, sending out missiles - missiles that all tragically hit Niah. Had it not been for the Kree armor, it would have killed her. As it was, she ended up with severe burns on her stomach, the armor vanishing in that area (but remaining elsewhere).

Raynor threw his dagger, Lyting, at Doom - aiming for a killing shot. Doom raised his forearm and the Asgardian dagger hit the metal, and fell to the ground harmlessly. "Uru metal is far more plentiful in this reality than in our own," Doom boasted. "And makes fitting armor." Raynor's eyes blazed with anger. Uru metal was sacred to Asgardians and not meant to be handled by outsiders. It was one of the few things to have survived the fiery rage of Ragnarok.

"That metal doesn't belong to you - you don't have any right to it!" Raynor snapped. He threw a punch, aiming to knock the helmet off of Doom's head, but Doom effortlessly dodged his fist. Doom then sent off a blast of energy at Raynor, designed to knock the Asgardian back, but Raynor managed to avoid the attack just in time.

"Victor, be reasonable!" Bonnie hissed. She knew it was unlikely to change things - she knew that this was going to continue to be a fight. But people were dying all around them. And the multiverse was at stake. "Your plan for the Nexus - it'll end in the destruction of everything you know, everything you care about will be gone, and you'll be all that's left," Bonnie warned. The snakes on her shield seemed to flash and writhe in warning for a moment - although it might have just been a trick of the light.

Doom's eyes flashed dangerously. "Everything needs to burn before something new can form," he said ominously.

Luminous continued to lash away at the door, sending off blast after blast of her power, moving so quickly that the naked eye could not see - and fortunately, Sif's spells seemed to be holding up... for now.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Train
Skills: N/A

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Nancy didn't mind as Joanie landed on her head. She kept pacing the corridors of the train, doing her best to focus on her breathing. She felt too emotionally worn out already to have another meltdown, and she didn't know what the Mist would show the mortals if she started shattering all of the glass in the train with her voice. She almost wished that some sort of monster would show its head, just so she could focus on killing something rather than memories of her own trauma. It was crazy for her to be doing this, to be going back here - she hated that she was doing this - and she hated that it was necessary, that it had to be her.

As Nancy walked up and down the corridor, she didn't look in the direction of where the others were sitting. She didn't want to catch a pitying glance or see them whispering about the poor, damaged, broken Roman praetor. So instead, she people watched. She looked at the mortals who were completely clueless, just going about their day. In her mind, she made up stories about them. The old woman there was going to visit her grandchildren for the first time in 10 years. The man over there was preparing to propose to his boyfriend. The pair of twins she saw playing some sort of handheld game had been separated at birth and only recently reunited under Parent Trap like conditions. Nancy doubted any of these stories she told herself were true.

But thinking about these stories was better than thinking about reality...

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: NYC - Pier
Skills: N/A

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Leda snorted at Kiera's comment, shaking her head. She could be a bitch at times, and Leda didn't try to hide it, but she wasn't going to body shame her girlfriend. There were some lines that Leda wasn't willing to cross, because being a bitch was one thing - being cruel was another. "Right, tell your mate that he better not lose our stuff," Leda requested, before putting her bag into the saddle bag. She wasn't thrilled at the idea of being underwater this long, already thinking about how much the saltwater would end up stinging her eyes when they reached the ocean.

Leda took Kiera's hand and got onto the back of the hippocampus. She was hoping that Kiera would be able to keep her relatively dry as they went. Otherwise, things would get annoying pretty quickly. Leda's blonde hair would probably end up looking light a slight shade of green. She secured her arms around Kiera's waist, in order to keep herself from falling off. She glanced over at Sera, noticing that Hercules was offering to help her up.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Atlantica
Skills: N/A

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Megan snorted slightly with amusement, seeing Jack end the boar hunt prematurely with a fireball. "You seem to be quickly gaining a fondness for that - if only I should be so lucky as to be tried as a witch," Megan quipped. Dying at the stake, with the flames conjured by her brother's magic, seemed like a suitable way to go. She had no plans on dying in this fight against the pirates nor against Maleficent. If anything, she hoped she was destroyed by a righteous mob - knowing the rules of this plane of existence, she could survive as a spooky ghostly legend.

"Unfortunately, I still have all of my limbs and have gained no new scars," Megan answered, standing up to her feet. She had always liked the idea of a distinctive scar across the face - particularly ones that went through the eye. She always felt they looked quite dashing. Her mind flickered to a moment to Rose, but she abandoned the train of thought, snuffing it out. Rose hardly knew she existed. "I s'pose we ought to take the carcass back now, ensure that the boar is used in its entirety."

What If?

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Jade & Guin

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No one had come upon Guin in the biology lab. Even though her heart was pounding and she was terrified for her life - a sort of primal fear she hadn't felt in some time, her death wish abandoning her now when the hour was near - Guin forced herself to run out from the biology lab. She went off in a new direction, hoping that she'd run into some of her allies, and not Magneto's goons. She didn't have time to grieve for Mary - or likely Cass. She needed to get this information out of the city, and the best way to do that was to survive this battle - or ensure that someone on their team with better odds than her did.

Guin kept on running, until she literally almost ran into Carolina, Lance, Pietro - and Mastermind. Her skin crawled at the sight of him. He creeped her out and terrified her in a way that most of Magneto's allies didn't. As far as Guin was concerned, he was a twisted, psychopathic, and narcissistic pervert. She tried to punch him from behind or kick him, but neither blow landed. Only on her third attempt did she manage to kick Mastermind and send him stumbling forward.

Meanwhile, Jade found herself in the position of watching as Thalia did the heavy lifting. She was glad to have not been burnt to a crisp by Pyro - and was relieved that her mask was intact, allowing her to continue to survive within the city. Jade quietly stepped forward and retrieved her blade, wiping it off on the leg of her pants. "Thank you," she told Thalia curtly, noting that she appeared to be somewhat injured, Jade assumed from an overextension of her powers.

Jade then moved forward, not seeing anyone in their way. There were a set of doors in the hallway and behind one of them, she could make out the muffled sound of voices, but it was impossible to say what they were saying. The door was too reinforced. She paused for a moment, debating what they could do. She wished Edus had more offensive and violent magic available to him, as she doubted anyone through that door needed to be left alive...

The Gifted - Concluded

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Genosha: August 22nd, 2021 - 11:00 PM

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Veil & Sunshine

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Location: the Carousel
Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation, Disease Manipulation, Perfect Aim

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The Stage

Selene huffed, her own interest in this evil plan of hers beginning to die. People were being so incredibly irritating, constantly attacking her with their pitiful little mutant powers, and while she hardly felt the attacks, they were still annoying. It was like a bunch of ants trying to punch her at random intervals, never combining their attacks together for something stronger. For a moment, Selene wished that she had just poisoned the food at the Hellfire Gala and sucked up all of the souls that way, rather than going for this showy and climatic finale.

Selene sighed. "I try to do something nice for you all and this is what I get..." she grumbled. It didn't cross her mind that her mood was being dampened intentionally by Spark Plug. Selene started to walk forward, trying to find a spot with somewhat better lighting - each step she took left gigantic craters in the ground, and it was like the island itself was screaming in pain.

Selene turned around and peered down at the ground, aware that she was a) shrinking down to only being about 20 feet tall and b) that someone else was ruining her day! She glared at Max. She had been proud of Andy for stealing souls from her, but Max? She didn't care about Max. He could have been a worthy follower, perhaps restart her line of hereditary priests, but not anymore. "Those don't belong to you, boy," Selene sneered. She then knelt down and flicked Max, sending him flying backwards and landing on the ground, hard. The acheron in his pocket smashed on impact, the glowing bits of stone scattering on the ground...

"Shit, was that important?" Veil cursed, throwing up a hastily made force field to protect them from another godly flick. Magneto reinforced the force field with metal, two gigantic rods forming the shape of an X in the final layer of the protection. "Anyways, Max, Pixie said to use mutant magic to stop her - do you know how to do that?" Veil obviously had no idea what mutant magic was, but she was hopeful that Max would know. He had been so obsessed with learning more magic lately that she imagined he had to know.

"What if we all attacked her at once?" Marrow suggested. "You know, if we all just do our best to fuck her up, maybe it'll work..." she then flexed, more bone marrow spikes appearing, and she ripped a good handful out, passing them out to Sunshine and anyone else who wanted one.

"We cannot simply kill Selene," Magneto warned. "She is an External. Death is not permanent. She'll return from the grave before it grows cold," he explained. He was continuing to reinforce the shield of sorts they were hiding behind, fury fueling his actions - as well as fear for his adopted child.

"Well that's just bullshit," Dazzler complained. She was sending off beam after beam of bright sparkly light, using the sound of Selene's own thunderous voice to make her light beams even stronger. All she was doing so far was succeeding in blinding Selene momentarily from the flashing lights, but Dazzler figured something was better than nothing - and as a singer, she knew the show must always go on.

Sunshine was incredibly irritated, not just because Selene was currently committing genocide, but because her father was involved. Of course he was. She hated that she ever learned that they were actually related. Before all of that business, she had actually enjoyed his company - and now, Sunshine felt she'd be perfectly happy if she never saw Jack again. "The plan should be we all attack, while Max figures out the mutant magic shit. And then we put her in a box and drop her down at the bottom of the ocean or something," Sunshine argued. "And after we kill her, we kill my dad. Of course his stupid ass is involved in this." She started lobbing disease-carrying bone marrow spikes on over the force field wall, her perfect aim meaning that she hit Selene with each blow.

"Her ass doesn't seem to be getting bigger anymore, at least?" Dazzler offered. She didn't really understand what was happening, there seemed to be a lot of people randomly glowing, and Selene must've wanted the Quiet Council to kill mutants for some purpose. Dazzler assumed it was some sort of sacrifice. "Maybe since she can't kill tons of people anymore, her spell or whatever isn't going to work as much?"

Something then dawned upon Magneto - or rather, the identity of someone whose powers would be critical in removing Selene's new godlike abilities. "Where's Xavier's boy, Casper?" He pointedly did not look at Miranda.

Midway Between Shi'Ar Bar and Underground Table

Ben stared at Jack as an avalanche's worthy of word vomit spilled out of his mouth. He was torn between being angry and understanding - between screaming at Jack for being so stupid and reckless, and realizing that Jack needed actual clinical help. "You don't get to have a death wish, Jack. You got brought back to life, you need to earn that," Ben told him bluntly. "There's billions of souls who were more deserving of this chance than you - than me - so you're going to fucking pull it together and help us kill this witch. And then you're going to therapy."

Ben didn't wait to give Jack a chance to say no, sprinting off towards Selene - running straight into deadly danger.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@BlueSky44 - I revamped / updated Neil's CS, let me know if anything needs changing - I added in the two skills we talked about and updated some stats. He's had a growth spurt!

Neil Spellman - UPDATED

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Neil Spellman

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Character Summary

Name: Neil Terence Spellman
Aliases: Solstice
Age: 19
Birthday: November 11th, 2002
Birth Place: Ithaca, New York
Gender: Male
Powers: Telekinesis, Minor Molecular Combustion, and Necromancy
Editorial Nickname: the Mutant Magician
Alignment: Neutral Good
How many years have they been at the mansion?: Three

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Appearance

Height: 6'2"
Weight: 156 pounds
Build: Lean
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Semicolon tattoo on left wrist
Personal Style: Neil's fashion sense hasn't changed much since he had last been a full member of the X-Men, although it has been upgraded. Rather than a hoodie and a video game t-shirt, he's more likely to wear a distressed black coat and a nice black fishermen sweater. On occasion, he'll even wear something a little bit fancier, such as a dark blue/purple and black suit. There are still days where he can be found going around in sweats, but they aren't as often. He's obsessed with Doc Martens and has a somewhat extensive collection.

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Psychology

Loyal * Quiet * Kind * Lonely * Funny * Prideful

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Neil is still somewhat quiet and withdrawn, but his insecurities have lessened - he's much more confident now and comfortable in his own skin. You can see in his eyes that he's gone through his own fair share of traumas and has been forced to grow from them, allowing him to develop more as a person. He's evolved. Although his introversion has not gone away, he isn't as terrified at reaching out for connection or as quick to reject it as he had once been. He makes friends for life and is loyal above all else.

His studious and dedicated nature, combined with a sharp wit, means that he can usually think of one or two solutions to a problem presented to him. He tries to treat others with kindness, unless they have wronged him and in that case, he will abandon them almost entirely due to his pride. He has a decent sense of humor - that he's begun to let out more and more around other people, although his quiet nature may mean that they miss it.

Habits: Picking at his fingernails, fiddling with his pendant
Hobbies: Drawing, Dungeons and Dragons, Shopping
Fears:

• Losing his aunties and/or cousin
• O.M.E.N.'s resurgence and organizations like it
• Demons

Likes:

• Wolves
• Art
• Music
• Winter
• Gaming
• Nighttime
• Shoes (Doc Martens specifically)
• Candle Shopping
• Record Stores

Dislikes:

• Beaches
• Toxic Masculinity - he likes getting a manicure
• Sweet Drinks
• Roommates
• Spiders
• The color orange

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Drawing
• Knowledge of the Occult
• Breakdancing
• Street Smarts
• Dungeons and Dragons Mechanics
• Memorization
• Perception
• Anatomy
• Basic Magical Warding

Combat Skills:

• Telekinetic Combat
• Running
• Hand to Hand Combat
• Improvised Weapon

Medical Issues/Injuries:

• Partial Hearing Loss in Both Ears
• Depression

Possessions:

• Wolf Pendant
• Tablet
• Sketch Pad
• Art Supplies
• Headphones
• iPhone
• Clothing: Black boots, dark blue jeans, black long sleeve shirt with inverted cross symbol stitched near the collar, distressed black overcoat
• Framed Family Photograph
• Photographs of him, Mira, Carolina, and his cousin
• Book of Shadows
• Wallet: ID, debit card, $80 cash
• Hearing Aids
• SSRIs

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History

How did you discover your powers: Feast of Feasts (equivalent to Thanksgiving) was a bit of a trying time that year. An argument had broken out between him and his parents and Neil snapped. He wanted to punch something, to smash all of the plates and flip the table - and as he glared, the plates began to tremble. They then exploded in front of his eyes and he was unable to control it. Luckily, his parents were able to help contain his abilities until he calmed down - and his life was changed forever. He wasn't an ordinary person with weird parents anymore - he was a mutant with weird parents.

General History: Neil was raised by his aunts, as his parents were busy with their jobs at the New York Sanctum. The pair of them were sorcerers, having dedicated their lives to studying the Mystic Arts and protecting the multiverse from threats beyond the sort that the Avengers and other superhero teams could handle. Due to their exposure to mystic energy and the various realms, their only son - Neil Terence Spellman - was born with the X-gene.

He and his cousin, Rebecca Eventide, grew up as brother and sister. Her mother left her with her father - Neil's uncle - and he in turn left his baby girl with his sisters. It was sadly a bit of tradition in the family, but his aunties didn't mind it. They celebrated Solstice instead of Christmas, sticking to the family's more pagan roots, and they attended public school together. It was in high school that O.M.E.N. came to the home, accusing his cousin of being a witch. His aunties managed to talk their way out of it, but that was the real reason they ceased public education and went through home schooling. Their lifestyle brought suspicion and it wasn't safe for them.

Neil was visiting his parents at the New York Sanctum for Feast of Feasts when he discovered his powers. At first, he thought it was one of the sorcerers playing a prank on him - or that he had perhaps finally come into his magic. But instead, after some tests, they realized that he was a mutant. He stayed with his aunties and started trying to test the limits of his powers, but there was only so much they could do to help him. They didn't know much about telekinetic powers beyond that caused by a spell.

Although Neil wanted to stay at home with his family, he agreed to begin school at Xavier's Institute last year. He was luckily already at home during the entire O.M.E.N. fiasco for the summer holiday and by the time he returned for his senior year, the Mansion had already been rebuilt and he moved into his dormitory room. He's hoping to be able to improve his control over his powers - especially given how dangerous and reckless they can be.

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Extras

Character Quote: "I know who I'm meant to be. And I finally like who that is."
Theme Song: Knights of Cydonia by Muse
Anything Else:

• ~included in previous CS~
• distant ancestor of Arya Rincewind

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Song of Heroes - a Percy Jackson RP (Morose & DragonicQueen)

the Arena...

Lorna thought for a moment about doing what Kitty said, just going on up and asking Luke for a chance to spar with Percy. However, Kitty had been perceptive - Lorna hadn't slept well the night before. And her gut was telling her that she'd want to be at the top of her game when facing off against Percy Jackson. Besides, he was brand new - if he trained a little more, maybe he'd be more fun to spar. "Hmm, maybe I will... Or maybe I'll just ask him next time, when he won't just be good, he'll be great," Lorna proposed.

"Do you know what side your cabin's on next Capture the Flag?" Lorna decided to ask Kitty, as she swung at the dummy in front of her, slicing its head off cleanly. Her sword gleamed, catching the light. "I forget who we've made an alliance with - Athena, I think..." She was almost certain it was the Athena Cabin that Hermes had elected to go with, but the brain fog from her lack of sleep was making Lorna a little bit unsure.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: Woods (Mary's Group)
Skills: N/A

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Guin was really hoping that evil Annie would just stand down and be nice and full unconscious, but luck didn't seem to be on her side. Annie swept her leg and Guin fell to the ground, no doubt bruising her ass somewhat in the process. She rolled from side to side as Mystery tried to punch her in the face, the punches narrowly missing and connecting with the ground instead. "You're actually insane. Like clinically. Have you considered medication? Or psychiatric help?" Guin asked.

She got up to her feet, aching all over, and swung a punch, hitting Mystery in the face. Guin swung again, this time specifically getting Mystery in the eye, and Guin knew from experience that Mystery would end up with a black eye from that blow. Two more blows landed, one just bruising, and the other definitely breaking whatever cartilage was left holding together of Mystery's nose. Her own head wound was still bleeding, but Guin didn't feel light headed, thankfully. She was just tired and annoyed and was hoping that when she finished Mystery, everyone would have magically taken care of the rest of these Brotherhood assholes...

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Lavender Haze

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Location: Woods (Mary's group)
Skills: Telepathy

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Haze raised an eyebrow, noticing that the ginger was seemingly struggle with fulfilling the commands she had given. She really wished that this was all over and done with already. While she wasn't invested in this fight, Haze did care about securing the artifact. And she didn't like all of the time they were wasting here with these people, if they came back to Magneto empty handed... Haze tried not to think about that, as she used her gift to reinforce the hold she had on Mary's mind, and she judged that she had been successful.

She then turned her head in the direction of the roar, looking pale. "... They brought a Hulk..." she murmured.

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: the Woods (Runa's group)
Skills: N/A

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Runa might have been physically sparring with Klara, but verbally she had her sights on Mage. She believed she could sense the conflict within him, and that if given sufficient motivation, he might be made an ally. "If your family dies with you, Edus, then why let your family's death be in desecration of their beliefs? You would not only kill your family legacy physically, but spiritually as well. Flesh can be healed, the dead raised, but the metaphysical? That's a trickier thing altogether," Runa warned. Runa was a strong believer in resurrection and reincarnation - death was simply part of a natural life cycle, whether taken from the perspective of the Phoenix and its rebirth, or that of Asgard and the destructive crucible of Ragnarok. Death was never the end, just another beginning.

Had Runa not been more focused on Lance's transformation, perhaps she would have heard Klara proclaim Runa was a light goddess. And had Runa heard that, it would have been a delicious, melancholic irony - to know that at least in one world, she was a worthy legacy of her father Baldur. Instead, Runa was focused on Lance, placing a hand on his arm for a moment. "Lance, do what needs to be done. Smash," she requested, hoping that he was enough present to listen to her, and that she hadn't just made everything so incredibly much harder for everyone else.

Runa swung her staff at Klara, aiming to hit her in the head and ideally knock her unconscious, but Klara blocked with her sword. Runa swung again, this time landing a decent blow to Klara's head. "Cousin, lay down your weapons," Runa counseled, only to then be sent into some trees by a wave of shadows sent by not-Bethany.