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Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

If applications are open then I'll be interested.

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Application

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Pariah Online is a invite only RP.

Applicants will be provided entry to a discussion channel on discord and given access to the character sheet.

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Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

_______________________________________________ // INFO I R L Full Name - Andrew Gray Age - 20 Place of Origin - Indiana, USA Occupation - Gas station clerk A V A T A R Character's Name - Graves Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Melee DPS Profession - Bounty Hunter Weapon of Choice - Nodachi Domains - Water, Darkness; Restoration, Divination, Enhancement - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant It isn't just that Graves thinks highly of himself. He doesn't believe he's the best- he knows he is, and the only reason he fails is when others are holding him back. There is no challenge he won't take on, no enemy he's afraid to challenge; he has mastered the art of combat in Pariah Online and he's eager to show that off. Belligerent His mentors always hammered into his head that the one thing a good fighter had was aggression. A full-bodied willingness to commit violence, directed violence, against their opponents. To hesitate was to admit you were the weaker combatant. To allow the enemy initiative was the equivalent of surrender. Graves has taken those lessons to heart, allowing that belligerence to seep into every aspect of his personality. Driven For all his many, many faults, none can deny Graves's desire to succeed. He is driven beyond rational boundaries, to the point where Graves believes he can do anything he wants- often times bending the situation to make this fact true. He doesn't allow himself to slip, to lose, to give in, ever. // BENCHMARKS B E N C H M A R K S Violent Transfusion The linchpin of Graves's fighting style is his ability to heal himself by wounding his enemies. He strikes at them with his signature weapon, drawing the blood from their bodies using his unusual primordial magics, and then transmutes it into a healing energy that stitches up his own wounds at a rapid pace. This allows Graves to maintain full throttle aggression without putting himself in total mortal peril. Surgical Precision Studying the anatomy of wayfarers and monsters alike was a necessary component of Graves's chosen battle strategy. He's learned the best places to strike to disable his opponents, or to produce the greatest flow of blood. In addition, He's also internalized where he can safely wound himself if the need ever arises. Human Bloodhound Graves pursues his targets like a predator tracks a wounded animal. He treks across great distances, following even the most subtle of clues for weeks at a time. Nothing ever seems to deter or distract him, so singular is his purpose. Pain, Life's Great Motivator Pain is something every wayfarer is familiar with. Some shy away from it, while others manage to grit their teeth and soldier onward despite it. Graves revels in it. He practically falls into his attacker's blade at any given opportunity. It makes for a terrifying display when he walks through a debilitating stab wound to make his counterattack.

Physical Description Andrew is unusually tall, measuring more than a few inches over six feet- a trait he inherited from his father. He's far thinner, however, with an unhealthy gauntness to his long face. Dark circles around his eyes stand out against harshly pale skin, and long hair falls down to his shoulders. Most wouldn't regard him as particularly good-looking, owing in no small part to a lack of effort and little self confidence. His persona's appearance in Pariah differs significantly. While Graves stands just as tall, he's extraordinarily well-built, with a chest as broad as a barrel and muscle coiled like steel cable. Scarring earned from many an encounter pepper his body thanks to his light armor and penchant for reckless aggression. Graves is much better put together, too, with shorter cropped hair and strong features his player could only dream of. Character Conceptualization Graves is a controversial bounty hunter whose history stretches back to the first days of Pariah Online. He’s renowned for doggedly pursuing his targets no matter where they run or for how long. Quick tempered and arrogant to the core, Graves is a difficult man to work with if he believes you’re holding him back- and he thinks everyone does. The few friendships he still holds are troubled, to say the least, yet it wasn’t always so. Back when the game first launched, Graves was a member of a guild called the Strange Reign Club. They were a highly competitive group of raiders and PVPers with a reputation for extraordinaire toxicity. It was hard to argue against their results, however. Graves showed great promise as one of their earliest recruits, competing with some of the Club’s best duelists. He’d stay with them for many months before, without much warning, he’d be cut from the team and blacklisted by its raid leaders. A solo player ever since, Graves has been quietly grinding away at his profession, stewing on whatever drama had happened behind the scenes... Other Information ♬ Spell List Transfusion: The primary vehicle of Graves's unstoppable aggression and the core aspect of his kit. Transfusion allows Graves to transform any blood into lifeforce, healing physical wounds of nearly any kind. The blood must be drawn through an open wound. The amount of healing received and how quickly it takes to stitch a wound depends on the volume and quality of the blood provided. This ability is typically used by cutting open an enemy's major arteries and healing himself, but it is not limited to this function. Defiant to the End: One of his strongest abilities, and the most dangerous to utilize. If Graves has suffered enough damage to be near unconsciousness or death's door, he can temporarily convert the flow of blood from all his wounds into life-force, providing an incredible burst of healing power. This magic has the potential to harm or eve kill him if it consumes too great a quantity of his blood. Meditative Healing: Another aspect of Graves's advanced blood-based restoration magic. By sitting in a meditative trance for at least an hour, he may use his own blood to close his own wounds. This consumes his blood, much like Defiant to the End. How long it takes depends on the severity of said injuries. The stance is extremely taxing, essentially requiring he rest immediately afterward. In addition, it can't repair grievous wounds such as broken bones or eviscerated organs. Blood In The Water: Using a concoction of a creature's blood and a number of other ingredients, Graves may consume it to cast this spell to locate that creature if they are within a thousand feet of him; if they're moving he knows the direction. This spell can be blocked by most magic or materials meant to disrupt divination. Sight Beyond Sight: Sight Beyond Sight allows Graves to concentrate, blocking out all other senses to activate a sort of 'sixth sense.' This sixth sense allows him to feel the presence of bleeding targets within a thirty meter radius of himself, though it can be blocked by sufficiently thick walls or anti-divination magic. It acts similarly to echo location, wherein he gets a 'blip' of the target(s)' movement every couple of seconds.

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_{"The Demon of Japan" | Issue #2 | ♬ Tunes ♬}

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Salem's Center, New York
January 1st, 1968

Blood dripped onto the hospital bed. The wound was like a leaky faucet: not enough to signal serious damage, but enough to make a mess. Logan had wiped it up with a towel three times now. Every time he thought it had stopped another droplet raced down the side of his finger like an errant tear. "Gimme a minute," he grumbled, running the clean corner of the towel over his knuckles.

"Its been three," Ororo Munroe sighed.

"I swear it usually doesn't take this long. This's very embarrassin'-"

"Could you hold off on being a clown for one moment of your life?" She snapped. Not that long ago she and the other X-Men had been celebrating the New Year with the rest of the school when Wolverine came trudging out of the forest with a half-dead man slung over his shoulder. That vexing grin on his face hadn't left since, even now.

Storm swiped a tangle of stark white hair out of her face and back behind her ear, her brow set in a deep, worrisome furrow. She turned away from Logan and to the bulky monitor she'd hooked into his arm. It was state-of-the-art medical tech, not even on the market- Hank McCoy had seen to it that the team had the best of the best before he left. Ororo triple checked the machine to make sure it was working correctly, but the information it was feeding her still didn't make any sense. It was perplexing. "I'm worried about him, Scott."

Scott Summers paced across the room behind her, arms crossed over his chest. "And you're sure this has never happened before?"

"My engine's missin' a couple'a bolts, Slim, but this is new," Logan shook his still-bleeding knuckles in Scott's direction.

"This happens just after those men attacked him?" Ororo shook her head. "It is no coincidence."

"Let's not jump to conclusions." Scott warned. "We'll know more when Kitty and Kurt get back."

"The elf's comin.'" Logan declared after sniffing the air.

Not but a moment later a puff of blue and black smoke filled the room, followed quickly by the scent of sulfur. A blue-furred, three toed figure rose up out of the smoke, a bright grin on his face as he held something into the air. "Triumph!"

"And there's the other one." Logan pointed toward the opposite wall just as a ghostly hand passed through it, a girl following close behind. Kitty Pryde stepped into the medical ward with an armful of katanas and a sour look on her face.

"What the hell, Furball?! We said no powers!"

"You said no powers, fräulein. I agreed to no such sing."

Scott approached the two of them with a click of his tongue. "That's enough, you two. Is that the gun?"

"I've got it!" Kurt nodded. "Ze feuerwaffe in question. Vas kind of hard to find, zhou. Quite dark out zere."

Scott took the weapon from Kurt and began going over it, popping the last cartridge out of the chamber. "That's a...strange round." He set the rifle aside, spinning the bullet between his fingers. The metal was an odd bone white, and there were green tinges of energy running throughout it, almost like veins. Its tip was shaped more like a syringe than any round he'd ever seen. "The rifle is late World War Two era, but it looks heavily modified. Modern scope, expanded barrel and chamber fitted to whatever this round is supposed to be."

"There's some of that slime on the edges of these swords, too." Kitty shoved one toward Summers, as if he wouldn't believe her otherwise.

Ororo took a turn looking it over as well. "I would wager this is the substance that's suppressing your abilities, Logan."

It was hard to read Scott with that visor blocking half his face, but his jaw locked and his nose crinkled. He was nervous, angry. Someone had invaded this school- this safe haven for their kind- and attempted to kill one of them. They were just lucky it'd been one of the X-Men, and not one of the kids. "So there's someone out there that can suppress mutant abilities and they're gunning for us."

"Somebody else lose an eye that I'on't know about?" Logan scoffed. "Call it a hunch, but I get the feelin' they were after me. This was personal. Nobody else on the grounds got hit, n' those were the only four schmucks we found on our sweep. That gun's important. Part of'a message they were tryin' 'ta send. Only thing I'on't know is what'n the hell I did to earn it."

He hopped off the table and started forward. "Think I oughta find out. 'N maybe I oughta send a message back while I'm at it."

Storm took Logan by the arm, stopping him. She pulled him to the side and forced him to look at her. "If that poison had acted even a little faster you'd be dead, Logan. What you 'oughta' do is rest."

A gloved hand took each of their shoulders, bringing both their heads swiveling back to look at Scott. "Let's go have a conversation with our guest, first. I have a feeling the professor's made progress that he'll want to share with all of us."

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The rising dawn splashed pink across the sky. It reflected on the still water of the lake just north of the school, where the kids would go swimming during the summer. Charles and his guest had an incredible view from where they sat on the patio. They were alone, eerily so- not even a morning bluejay dared to interrupt them.

Charles turned to look at the man, a twinkle of curiosity intermingled with the worry in his eye. "...I can't read your mind."

His 'guest' was the intruder Logan had spared. He was unassuming in his appearance: middle aged, relatively short in stature but built like a gymnast. Strangely, though, his face was covered by a mask Charles could not remove. It was black and featureless, but its construction was nonsensical- shaped less like cloth and more like shadow, twisting in the light.

"You should not tread where you are not welcome, professor."

"Sound advice. Perhaps your friends would be alive if you had followed it." Xavier pursed his lips. "Was the bloodshed really necessary? This place, it is meant to be..."

The man raised a hand to stop him. "We were aware. We respect what you're trying to do here, professor, our intention was never to harm any of your students. I apologize most sincerely for any stress we may have caused."

Xavier shook his head and turned away from the shadowed man. "You never answered my question."

"I'm afraid it was." He walked the length of the patio to stand just in front of Charles, turning away from him to look to the sunrise. "The so-called Wolverine must pay for his sins. A pound of flesh, as you Englishmen say."

"He isn't the same man he used to be. He doesn't remember anything before he came here."

"It does not change what he did, or what he is. You can put the monster in a suit and trim its hair, but its soul remains wicked all the same."

"People can change, my friend. You just have to give them a chance." Charles smiled. "Tell me what he's done and he'll do all he can to fix it: that's who Logan is. He may stumble, at times, he may even lose his way, but he will always seek to make it right."

The man turned around, and the shadows were gone, replaced with a most horrible face woven from nightmare. "We are what God made us, professor." He approached Charles slowly, seeming to float forward more than walk, and he leaned down to whisper in the professor's ear. "Tell the Wolverine to go to Agarashima. There he may face the man he dishonored. There, he may find redemption at the edge of a blade."

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_{"The Demon of Japan" | Issue #1 | ♬ Tunes ♬}

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Salem's Center, New York
January 1st, 1968

Logan popped open his ninth bottle of Rheingold and let the eighth break against the floor. That first pack was almost empty, but a second awaited. He didn't expect to sleep tonight- not with that constant thoom, thoom thoom going off over head. Every firework resonated in his chest like it'd gone off right next to him. Charles had told him that wasn't normal; most people couldn't hear or feel so acutely. Part of his mutation, supposedly, but he didn't understand that. Lotta things he didn't understand.

Like why Slim had gotten snappy at him for drinking around the students. Him, 'Ro and the Tin-Man were sharing champagne in the parlor, but big, bad Wolverine had to go out to the gazebo. "Psh," he blew air between his teeth before downing another bottle in a single swig. Best to grab the last three and set 'em on the handrail so he didn't have to keep leaning down to grab a new one. "Like it better out 'ere anyways."

It was peaceful. Nobody out here to bother him but the fireflies. He leaned against the railing, the wooden frame bending under his weight. The forest stretched out in front of him, densely packed and evergreen. Shadows clung beneath its canopy, only broken up by the intermittent flashes of light coming from above. It reminded him of another forest from his dreams: where the trees were taller, where the ground was covered in snow and bodies, and explosions lit the dark. Logan took another drink.

A series of fireworks popped in the sky, shining bright greens, reds and blues. Trails of sparkling light fell across the night air like paint across a canvas, drawing all sorts of nonsensical patterns. People were shouting and clapping back at the manor. The scent of expended gunpowder suffused through the air, sharp against his nostrils.

He could smell unused gunpowder, too.

One of the fireworks exploded in the same moment the gunman fired, masking the sound. He was good. The bullet popped Logan's left eye and crunched up against his skull. He was really good-- anybody else would'a dropped, but all Logan did was snarl.

"Come'n out ya bastard! Ya picked the wrong sucker'ta try this on-"

Feet hit the floorboards behind him. He whipped around and caught a foot to the nose, stumbling back. A beer fell off the rail, shattering. Tragic. Another two hits came for Logan's chest, knocking the wind outta him. His assailant was an oddity, to be sure-- some weirdo in their black pajamas, or a Halloween costume. Someone else dropped from the top of the gazebo in the same getup, drawing a weapon from their back. A sword?

"Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me." Logan caught the ninja's next punch in his palm. The two locked eyes, staring hate into the other's soul. "That's enough Kung-Fu bullshit, pal." Logan whipped the attacker's hand down, snapping his wrist in twain. There was bone n' muscle tissue hanging out, but to the fella's credit he didn't scream.

The ninja retreated to his comrade's side, using his good hand to unsheathe his weapon as well. A third flipped up onto the railing behind them.

Logan's eye bulged in its socket, ejecting the spent bullet in a splurge of blood. He blinked a few times before the pupil popped into existence, granting him a blurred picture of the three suckers in front of him. They were armed, but looked hesitant. Smart of 'em. Not smart enough to book it, though. "Gotta be honest with you, fellas, I'on't really want'ta do this," He explained, rolling his shoulders. "I'm tryin' to turn over a new leaf, ya dig? What's Chuck call it...conflict resolution. That's where you three-- four, with your friend in the woods-- all get ta walk away with ya limbs intact."

Another set of fireworks thundered in the sky above, and a hail of bullets struck the Wolverine: two in the back, one straight through his throat. 'Guess we're done talkin'.'

The first guy stepped up to slash at Wolverine's left arm, his other buddy dancing around to come from the opposite side and under.

Logan walked into the left one's sword, letting it tear through flesh, muscle and all other sorta shit until it smacked against his bone. Claws kissed his sternum, pinning him to a beam behind him.

Wolverine pulled out and let the corpse hit the floor as the third leapt in, planting his heels into Logan's skull.

That, along with the second guy cutting into Logan's back knee, took him to the ground.

Adamantium sang as it turned that katana to ribbons. Steel lasted about as long as any squishy human body.

Wolverine was roaring the moment he felt his vocal cords squirm back into place. Red foam and spittle splashed out of his mouth and onto the face of his second victim as he buried his claws into the guy's shoulders.

More gunfire entered the wall-less pavilion, no longer timed to the pyrotechnics. Desperate, rapid, but still well aimed-- the last surviving ninja was never in any danger of gettin' shot. Plenty chance of gettin' stabbed, though, as Logan stumbled back to his feet and turned the guy's head into a shish kabob.

"Peaceful thoughts," Logan muttered, standing back to his feet as the body fell in tandem. Bullets popped out of stitching wounds, clanging against the floor.

"Forgiveness. Reconciliation. When's violence ever solved anythin', Logan?"

The last man in black pajamas dropped his rifle to the forest floor and took off running toward the fence. He never made it as far as the hedge maze before a tiny mass of hair and rage brought him to the ground and knocked the lights outta him.

"We're gonna have a talk when you wake up, bub. Better hope ya don't."

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Charles Xavier, 40 (b. 1928); Scott Summers, 26 (b. 1942); Logan, Unknown (b. approx. 19th century); Ororo Munroe, 32 (b 1936); Piotr "Peter" Rasputin , 22 (b. 1946); Kitty Pryde 20 (b. 1948); Kurt Wagner 18 (b. 1950)
_{A vigilante team based out of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in Salem Center, New York
The team and school were both founded officially '63, though there was a roster active less than a decade before that}

Character Concept

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It was February 3rd, 1953 when a nihilistic death cult attempted to end all life on earth. The Acolytes, as they called themselves, seized the U.S military base Cape Citadel, pointing its nuclear arsenal at Moscow, London and Washington, D.C. They broadcasted their manifesto to the world over hijacked radio waves.

They broadcasted their manifesto to the world over the radio, declaring the ‘human project’ a failure and calling for the next stage in evolution to rise up out of the ashes of nuclear hellfire. All attempts to stop them were met with violent reprisal.

Until the X-Men arrived.

A group of teenage heroes in black and yellow beat the extremists black and blue, halting the launch of their missiles and vanishing just as quickly as they had arrived. Though the Acolytes had failed at their ultimate goal, the damage had been done- the fear of Metahumans had been seeded in the populace before they even knew the meaning of that word.

These ‘X-Men’ were the protege of one Dr. Charles Xavier, the brilliant Oxford professor and geneticist that discovered the ‘Metagene’ and led much of the academic discussion involving the so-called mutants. He’d be outed as a mutant himself in ‘58 and subsequently lost his professorship at the university. He’d disappear from the public eye alongside his five ‘adoptive children’; but the work had to continue. Anonymous, thankless and distrusted by the people they protected, the X-Men would operate from the shadows for several more years, battling villainous mutants, bigoted radicals and more mundane threats all the while.

It was December 24th, 1962 when all that changed. Jean Grey, the team's telepathic wonder known as Marvel Girl, responded to a 9-1-1 call alone. She was met by Mastermind, the twisted serial murderer that had been rampaging across the Midwestern United States, tormenting his victims with horrific psychic illusions. Jean endured for as long as she could, but it wasn't enough. The man left her to die on the pavement and escaped into the night before the rest of the team could get there in time.

The team buried her at the mansion on Christmas day.

They didn't last much longer after that. Bobby Drake, the Iceman, was the first to part ways with the X-Men, heading to Detroit where his uncle ran an auto shop. Hank "The Beast" McCoy stuck around long enough to help Charles set up the chemistry lab at what would become the School for Gifted Youngsters before leaving for college, hoping to finish his doctorate in biophysics. The Avenging Angel, Warren Worthington, was the last to leave. He was broken up about it until the day Scott Summers started talking about putting together another team...then he punched Scott in the nose and took off to continue his career as a vigilante solo.

It was May 8th, 1965 when Charles founded Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. On the same day, he christened the X-Men, declaring them to be a public-facing force for good. They would protect the next generation of mutants, snuff out evil wherever they found it and fight for their shared dream of a better, more equal world.

Its been a long time since my last run at the X-Men and honestly I couldn't pick a better game for it. The '68 setting gives me a ton of material to work with that doesn't exist in most modern games- the Cold War and the civil rights movement in particular offer up a lotta great themes I can build off of. The X-Men came out of this era for a reason, after all.

My goal for the team this time 'round is to learn hard into the characters, the school and collaborating with other players. I'll be putting much less of a focus on complex plotting and arcs, which tends to drag down my posting frequency as I struggle to juggle a bunch of story threads behind the scenes. I want to make something I can work without stressing too much, in all honesty.

Key Notes

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Just a place to put ideas and shit.

Characters of Note

The X-Men

Professor Charles Xavier
Charles was born into a wealthy family in Upstate New York, inheriting their property and a great deal of wealth when he was just a young man. He was a brilliant mind even from a young age, attending Oxford when most boys his age were in high school. Charles pioneered the study of mutant genetics, discovering and coining the 'Metagene.' He was outed as a mutant himself by his colleagues and lost his professorship as a result. Charles went on to found the X-Men with his young ward, Scott Summers, and the rest is history.

Scott Summers
Scott's parents were killed in a plane crash when he was very young, and he spent much of his adolescence bouncing between orphanages and foster homes. Charles adopted him when he was just fifteen. Scott was the first of many in the odd little family that would go on to become the X-Men. They were heroes- inspired by the Justice Society- fighting for a more equitable world. It wouldn't last. A mission went wrong and Jean Grey, the girl Scott loved, lost her life, and the team broke apart. Summers stuck with Xavier despite it all, founding the school with him and convincing Charles to give the X-Men a second chance. Scott's led the new team since and though there's been no shortage of troubles, he's still hopeful.

Logan
Logan is a man out of time. He came to Xavier a drifter; a broken man without any memories before he awoke in a shallow grave a few months prior. Charles has spent a few hours every day helping to restore Logan's memories, but its been a difficult, painful process for both of them. Even with all that work Logan only has fragments of his past, some from many centuries ago, and he still doesn't understand who he is...not really. His gratitude to Xavier keeps him around the school despite himself.

Ororo Munroe
Ororo was born in Kenya, immigrating with her family to America when she very young. She spent much of her life living in Charlotte, North Carolina, working as a journalist and civil rights organizer in that community. She'd put down roots there, meeting a man with whom she'd have a daughter; they were engaged and had plans to marry, but it'd never come to be. A group of Purifiers cornered her fiancé when he was alone and threatened to kill his family if he didn't pack up and leave town immediately. She never even got the chance to say goodbye. Ororo would soon choose to take her daughter, Kymera, and leave as well, hoping to find somewhere safe to raise her. She showed up on the doorstep to Xavier's school on the first day of enrollment.

Piotr "Peter" Rasputin
Piotr and his two other siblings grew up on a collectivized farm in the heart of the Soviet Union. All three of them were revealed to have mutant abilities, and all three of them were scooped up by the government to serve its interests. Piotr would join the Party-backed Winter Guard, Russia's equivalent to the Justice Society of America. He'd serve alongside the Crimson Dynamo, Ursa Major and others for a number of years before- supposedly- the Colossus was lost in the Sokovian Civil War. Piotr wouldn't be seen again until his first appearance alongside the new X-Men.

Kitty Pryde
For the first leg of her life Kitty Pryde was a perfectly ordinary girl with a perfectly ordinary life: she did well enough in school, went to synagogue every week, would hang loose with her pals at the mall every weekend. It wasn't until she became a teenager that everything started to change- now she was getting taller, her friends were getting acne, and Kitty could walk through walls. Everyone knew what it meant to be a mutant. There were PSAs about them hiding in your communities playing every day; if the neighbor you didn't like wasn't a communist, they were certainly a mutant. So Kitty did her best to keep it a secret and go on with her life, but it wasn't easy. Her grades were slipping, her friends were getting suspicious, and her parents worried incessantly. The stress built and built and built until one day she'd finally had enough and snapped in the middle of class, using her powers in front of everyone. Her family started to search for 'experts' that could help Kitty with her 'condition,' and it was Dr. Xavier that showed up at their door.

Kurt Wagner
Kurt Wagner nearly killed his mother during childbirth, and the midwife lifted up a baby with yellow eyes and blue fur. The neighbors in their tiny German village were quick to descend on his father's house, demanding the demonic child be killed, and that the Wagners pay for whatever sin had caused them to be cursed so. The priest decided Kurt ought to be tossed into the river to be scattered on the rocks; the boy's parents were quick to agree. Its a wonder Kurt survived the experience. He was carried along by the water until he was rescued by a stranger, who took pity on his hideous form and raised him until he was old enough to care for himself. Many years would go by with Kurt drifting across Europe, begging and stealing to survive. It was only by happenstance that he ran into an abusive circus master that took Kurt into his freakshow and brought him to America. He'd be trapped there until the X-Men arrived to see him freed, offering him a place he could finally call home.

Students

Kymera Munroe
Kymera Munroe is the twelve year old daughter of Ororo and her former fiancé, Luke Charles. Her powers have yet to manifest. Leader of 'Team Anti-Team Cannon.'

Sam Guthrie
The hotheaded leader of the so-called 'Team Cannon,' Sam Guthrie is a young teenage mutant with the ability to launch himself like a projectile at high speeds. Goes by the alias Cannonball.

Rahne Sinclair
Rahne is a socially anxious, selectively mute mutant with the power to shapechange into a wolf. Called 'Wolfsbane' by her classmates. Part of 'Team Anti-Team Cannon.'

Roberto Da Costa
Roberto is a Brazilian mutant able to manifest the power of the sun, though he has little control over his newfound abilities. Best friend of Sam Guthrie and member of 'Team Cannon.'

Villains

To Be Introduced

Other Characters

To Be Revealed

Notable Events and Lore
To Be Revealed

Ongoing & Upcoming Arcs

The Demon of Japan

An enigmatic enemy from Logan's past attacks!

ULTIMATE-SIZED UNCANNY X-MEN OMNIBUS!

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"The Demon of Japan" Arc
Issue #1

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so today instead of wasting my time playing video games, I wasted my time making this:

Petition to use it on the characters page maybe?

@DocTachyon

you fucker

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For your consideration: The Uncanny X-Men!

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Good morning capes and coppers. Its a beautiful day to finish a sheet

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Charles Xavier, 40 (b. 1928); Scott Summers, 26 (b. 1942); Logan, Unknown (b. approx. 19th century); Ororo Munroe, 32 (b 1936); Piotr "Peter" Rasputin , 22 (b. 1946); Kitty Pryde 20 (b. 1948); Kurt Wagner 18 (b. 1950)
_{A vigilante team based out of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in Salem Center, New York
The team and school were both founded officially '63, though there was a roster active less than a decade before that}

Character Concept

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It was February 3rd, 1953 when a nihilistic death cult attempted to end all life on earth. The Acolytes, as they called themselves, seized the U.S military base Cape Citadel, pointing its nuclear arsenal at Moscow, London and Washington, D.C. They broadcasted their manifesto to the world over hijacked radio waves.

They broadcasted their manifesto to the world over the radio, declaring the ‘human project’ a failure and calling for the next stage in evolution to rise up out of the ashes of nuclear hellfire. All attempts to stop them were met with violent reprisal.

Until the X-Men arrived.

A group of teenage heroes in black and yellow beat the extremists black and blue, halting the launch of their missiles and vanishing just as quickly as they had arrived. Though the Acolytes had failed at their ultimate goal, the damage had been done- the fear of Metahumans had been seeded in the populace before they even knew the meaning of that word.

These ‘X-Men’ were the protege of one Dr. Charles Xavier, the brilliant Oxford professor and geneticist that discovered the ‘Metagene’ and led much of the academic discussion involving the so-called mutants. He’d be outed as a mutant himself in ‘58 and subsequently lost his professorship at the university. He’d disappear from the public eye alongside his five ‘adoptive children’; but the work had to continue. Anonymous, thankless and distrusted by the people they protected, the X-Men would operate from the shadows for several more years, battling villainous mutants, bigoted radicals and more mundane threats all the while.

It was December 24th, 1962 when all that changed. Jean Grey, the team's telepathic wonder known as Marvel Girl, responded to a 9-1-1 call alone. She was met by Mastermind, the twisted serial murderer that had been rampaging across the Midwestern United States, tormenting his victims with horrific psychic illusions. Jean endured for as long as she could, but it wasn't enough. The man left her to die on the pavement and escaped into the night before the rest of the team could get there in time.

The team buried her at the mansion on Christmas day.

They didn't last much longer after that. Bobby Drake, the Iceman, was the first to part ways with the X-Men, heading to Detroit where his uncle ran an auto shop. Hank "The Beast" McCoy stuck around long enough to help Charles set up the chemistry lab at what would become the School for Gifted Youngsters before leaving for college, hoping to finish his doctorate in biophysics. The Avenging Angel, Warren Worthington, was the last to leave. He was broken up about it until the day Scott Summers started talking about putting together another team...then he punched Scott in the nose and took off to continue his career as a vigilante solo.

It was May 8th, 1965 when Charles founded Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. On the same day, he christened the X-Men, declaring them to be a public-facing force for good. They would protect the next generation of mutants, snuff out evil wherever they found it and fight for their shared dream of a better, more equal world.

Its been a long time since my last run at the X-Men and honestly I couldn't pick a better game for it. The '68 setting gives me a ton of material to work with that doesn't exist in most modern games- the Cold War and the civil rights movement in particular offer up a lotta great themes I can build off of. The X-Men came out of this era for a reason, after all.

My goal for the team this time 'round is to learn hard into the characters, the school and collaborating with other players. I'll be putting much less of a focus on complex plotting and arcs, which tends to drag down my posting frequency as I struggle to juggle a bunch of story threads behind the scenes. I want to make something I can work without stressing too much, in all honesty.

Key Notes

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Just a place to put ideas and shit.

Characters of Note

The X-Men

Professor Charles Xavier
Charles was born into a wealthy family in Upstate New York, inheriting their property and a great deal of wealth when he was just a young man. He was a brilliant mind even from a young age, attending Oxford when most boys his age were in high school. Charles pioneered the study of mutant genetics, discovering and coining the 'Metagene.' He was outed as a mutant himself by his colleagues and lost his professorship as a result. Charles went on to found the X-Men with his young ward, Scott Summers, and the rest is history.

Scott Summers
Scott's parents were killed in a plane crash when he was very young, and he spent much of his adolescence bouncing between orphanages and foster homes. Charles adopted him when he was just fifteen. Scott was the first of many in the odd little family that would go on to become the X-Men. They were heroes- inspired by the Justice Society- fighting for a more equitable world. It wouldn't last. A mission went wrong and Jean Grey, the girl Scott loved, lost her life, and the team broke apart. Summers stuck with Xavier despite it all, founding the school with him and convincing Charles to give the X-Men a second chance. Scott's led the new team since and though there's been no shortage of troubles, he's still hopeful.

Logan
Logan is a man out of time. He came to Xavier a drifter; a broken man without any memories before he awoke in a shallow grave a few months prior. Charles has spent a few hours every day helping to restore Logan's memories, but its been a difficult, painful process for both of them. Even after five years he only has fragments of his past, some from many centuries ago, and he still doesn't understand who he is...not really. His gratitude to Xavier keeps him around the school despite himself.

Ororo Munroe
Ororo was born in Kenya, immigrating with her family to America when she very young. She spent much of her life living in Charlotte, North Carolina, working as a journalist and civil rights organizer in that community. She'd put down roots there, meeting a man with whom she'd have a daughter; they were engaged and had plans to marry, but it'd never come to be. A group of Purifiers cornered her fiancé when he was alone and threatened to kill his family if he didn't pack up and leave town immediately. She never even got the chance to say goodbye. Ororo would soon choose to take her daughter, Kymera, and leave as well, hoping to find somewhere safe to raise her. She showed up on the doorstep to Xavier's school on the first day of enrollment.

Piotr "Peter" Rasputin
Piotr and his two other siblings grew up on a collectivized farm in the heart of the Soviet Union. All three of them were revealed to have mutant abilities, and all three of them were scooped up by the government to serve its interests. Piotr would join the Party-backed Winter Guard, Russia's equivalent to the Justice Society of America. He'd serve alongside the Crimson Dynamo, Ursa Major and others for a number of years before- supposedly- the Colossus was lost in the Sokovian Civil War. Piotr wouldn't be seen again until his first appearance alongside the new X-Men.

Kitty Pryde
For the first leg of her life Kitty Pryde was a perfectly ordinary girl with a perfectly ordinary life: she did well enough in school, went to synagogue every week, would hang loose with her pals at the mall every weekend. It wasn't until she became a teenager that everything started to change- now she was getting taller, her friends were getting acne, and Kitty could walk through walls. Everyone knew what it meant to be a mutant. There were PSAs about them hiding in your communities playing every day; if the neighbor you didn't like wasn't a communist, they were certainly a mutant. So Kitty did her best to keep it a secret and go on with her life, but it wasn't easy. Her grades were slipping, her friends were getting suspicious, and her parents worried incessantly. The stress built and built and built until one day she'd finally had enough and snapped in the middle of class, using her powers in front of everyone. Her family started to search for 'experts' that could help Kitty with her 'condition,' and it was Dr. Xavier that showed up at their door.

Kurt Wagner
Kurt Wagner nearly killed his mother during childbirth, and the midwife lifted up a baby with yellow eyes and blue fur. The neighbors in their tiny German village were quick to descend on his father's house, demanding the demonic child be killed, and that the Wagners pay for whatever sin had caused them to be cursed so. The priest decided Kurt ought to be tossed into the river to be scattered on the rocks; the boy's parents were quick to agree. Its a wonder Kurt survived the experience. He was carried along by the water until he was rescued by a stranger, who took pity on his hideous form and raised him until he was old enough to care for himself. Many years would go by with Kurt drifting across Europe, begging and stealing to survive. It was only by happenstance that he ran into an abusive circus master that took Kurt into his freakshow and brought him to America. He'd be trapped there until the X-Men arrived to see him freed, offering him a place he could finally call home.

Students

Kymera Munroe
Kymera Munroe is the twelve year old daughter of Ororo and her former fiancé, Luke Charles. Her powers have yet to manifest. Leader of 'Team Anti-Team Cannon.'

Sam Guthrie
The hotheaded leader of the so-called 'Team Cannon,' Sam Guthrie is a young teenage mutant with the ability to launch himself like a projectile at high speeds. Goes by the alias Cannonball.

Rahne Sinclair
Rahne is a socially anxious, selectively mute mutant with the power to shapechange into a wolf. Called 'Wolfsbane' by her classmates. Part of 'Team Anti-Team Cannon.'

Roberto Da Costa
Roberto is a Brazilian mutant able to manifest the power of the sun, though he has little control over his newfound abilities. Best friend of Sam Guthrie and member of 'Team Cannon.'

Villains

To Be Introduced

Other Characters

To Be Revealed

Notable Events and Lore
To Be Revealed

Ongoing & Upcoming Arcs

The Demon of Japan

An enigmatic enemy from Logan's past attacks!

References / Sample Post

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Here's the first mini-arc I wrote for the X-Men the last time I gave them a spin. I think they're pretty up to snuff, all things considered, and I'm confident I can bring a similar level to quality in writing their successors.

Rumbling Earth:
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