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Name: Antonio Vazquez
Codename: Gyro
Academy X Student Team: Omega
Age: 21
Birthday: June 18
Hair: Brown
Eyes: brown
Skin Tone: Tan
Height: 6’ 4”
Weight: 160
Build: muscluar, though not body builder bulky. Toned from his years of gymnastics.
Race/Nationality: Hispanic
Notable Characteristics: His left ear is pierced

Uniform: Black shirt and Red X, tight black pants

Standard Dress: jeans and t-shirt

Place of Birth: Penjamo In México

Family:
Elyseo F. Vazquez- Father, Deceased, no known mutation.
Karon Vazquez- mother, deceased, no known mutation.
Claudia Vazquez- sister, deceased, no known mutation
Alejandro Vazquez- brother, deceased, no known mutation

Superhuman Ability: Antonio is Gyrokenetic meaning he can manipulate gravitational attractive forces.

Abilities (not gained from mutation): Antonio is strong and flexible, having taken gymnastics for many years. Antonio has a black belt in martial arts. He also knows how to pick pockets and locks. He alse has the uncanny ability to make friends with people, to where it seems like they have no choice but to make friends with him. He is also a competent ballroom dancer, and is able to drink large amounts of alcohol without getting drunk.

Power Levels:
Physical Strength (1-10):5
Power Mastery (1-20): 10
Speed (1-10):5
Durability (1-10): 5
Intelligence (1-10): 3
Energy (1-10): 4
Agility (1-10): 6
(38 out of 45)

Personal Strengths: Antonio’s body is strong and flexible from the time he spent as a gymnast. He is strong willed and won’t give into suggestions easily. He is a determined person, who won't stop until the job is done. He is also willing to take one for the team.

Personal Weaknesses: Antonio is a major daredevil, caring little for his safety. He does not always think his actions through, which has gotten him into trouble many times.
Personality: Antonio is a big flirt. He enjoys hitting on girls and does not care about the hearts he brakes. He is a daredevil and will do anything for attention.

Hobbies: Flirting. Gymnastics. Karate.

Mutant/Human Relations View: Bah, who cares.

History: Antonio Jesus Vazquez was born on June 18 to Elyseo and Karon Vazquez in the small town of Penjamo Mexico. His life was a good one. His parents had plenty of money, his father being a world class gymnist and his mother a professional ballroom dancer. It was a lovely story really, his parents had met in a club and fell in love. Soon they married, retired, and moved to Mexico. Though they were originally citizens of the United states, they decided to get in touch with their Mexican heritage and settled down in the small town of Penjamo.

From a young age, his parents schooled him in their arts, by the age of 10 he was both a competent Gymnist and ballroom dancer, but that was not his entire life. Since his parents did not have to work, they spent a lot of time together as a family. One of their favorite activities was hiking through the mountains that were near their house. Unfortunately this is where tragidy struck.

When Antonio was 13 his family was hiking through the mountains, as per usual. They were no aware that rain had eroded the arch that they crossed over to get to their favorite Picnic spot. Halfway across they arch, the rocks crumbles, sending Antonio's family plummeting to their death. Antonio was only saved by the sudden development of his mutation, which allowed him to fall slowly to the ground. He found the crumpled forms of his parents and sister, but he could never find his brothers body. Soon it began getting dark so Antonio was forced to leave the mountains, knowing that he had just condemned his brother to a certain deaths. For if the fall did not kill him, then the Coyotes would.

(More to be added later.)

Name: Sophia Elena LeCroix
Codename: Belladonna

Academy X Student Team: Alpha

Age: 18
Birthday: March 20th – 1st day of Spring
Hair: Light Brown/Blonde Highlights
Eyes: Shades of Gray
Skin Tone: Fair
Height: 5”4
Weight: 115
Build: Slim, very petite
Race/Nationality: American/French-Creole
Noteable Characteristics: Her eyes usually vary in shade, but usually stay a clear steel gray. When she is using her powers, they are faintly luminous.
Uniform: Uniforms are in team colors: Alpha: Black with blue accents // Omega: Black with Red accents
Standard Dress: She prefers comfortable clothing. Jeans and a blouse, slightly punk—But with refined edges. She does know how to dress nicely when the situation calls for it.

Place of Birth: New Orleans, LA (USA)
Family:

Mother: Donna Illesande – No Known Mutation
Father: Unknown

Superhuman Ability: Sophia retains the power to manipulate, control, or animate all forms of plant life. She often likes to describe this as “speaking with” plants, and she shares a natural empathy with them. If she is saddened, plant life nearest to her may start to wilt and wither. She may wince, watching, or feeling a tree being cut down—but she understands that humans need what it offers. She considers all plant life a friend, and respects everything green.

She is able to emit spores from her own body, by blowing outward that cause various kinds of plant life to flourish and grow. She can also choose to secrete plant based toxins from her lips.

This power takes concentration, and can be exhausting if over used. Later on, she may actually gain the ability to merge with plant life—Or rather, allow it to merge with her.

Abilities (not gained from mutation): She really doesn’t have any other abilities. Though she is an avid swimmer, and has quite the green thumb.

Non-mutant power skills:

Small Weapons (Beginner)

Power Levels:

(Read this thread before creating your stats)

Physical Strength (1-10): 3
Speed (1-10): 4
Durability (1-10): 4
Intelligence (1-10): 5
Energy (1-10): 4
Agility (1-10): 4
Power Mastery (1-20): 7


Personal Strengths: She is very down to earth and loyal.
Personal Weaknesses: Sometimes she doesn’t know when to quit. She would rather spend time outside than in a class room. She understands plants better than people.
Personality: Happy, a little flighty—But with random moments of Insight.
Hobbies: Gardening

Mutant/Human Relations View: Sophia would prefer it if everyone would just get along… But she understands why humans are afraid of mutants.

History: Sophia grew up in an old family plantation house with her mother, and spent most of her life in relative happiness. She had friends, family, and anything a girl could want. She spent many a night sitting out on the back fence, eating craw dads out of a brown paper bag—Or spitting watermelon seeds. She liked to spend her time out at bonfires, or running through the swamp land that surrounded her home—Avoiding some of the nastier creatures that prowled.

There were many thieves in the area, and though many of her family members belonged to guilds, her mother did not—And forbid Sophia from speaking about it. Sophia never minded, and rarely thought of it twice. School and her friends were far more important to her… Until her powers emerged. Innocent enough, her mother let her have the run of the back garden…. Which was more like the back jungle. It faced Sophia’s bedroom, and no matter how much it was pruned, it flourished. Vines and Ivy crawling up the side of her house—Towards her open window.

One night an adversary to one of her family members sought to kidnap her mother, and herself or worse—For monetary debts owed. Frightened and trapped in her room, the vines reacted when the would be kidnappers burst through her door—And surged through the open window, spearing them without mercy. They were wounded, if not dying, and it was the first Sophia realized that she was different… The police came, and were confounded, even though Sophia and her mother told them the truth. Or most of it.

Still a minor, Sophia, and with a story completely unbelievable, she was cleared of all charges—But sentenced to juvenile probation. It was Jean Grey who came to collect her not long after, promising to teach her how to control growing her growing abilities. It was a long good bye—A sad one… But Sophia relocated to the Academy.

Name: Alexandria ‘Lexi’ Nicole Blythe
Codename: Tempest


Academy X Student Team: Alpha
Age: 18
Birthday: May 5th, 1994
Hair: Brunette but dyed a bevy of colors.
Eyes: Hazel
Skin Tone: Very slight tan
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 136 lbs.
Build: Slim, slender. A runner’s physique.
Race/Nationality: Caucasian American
Noteable Characteristics: Pierced lip; Rainbow colored hair
Uniform: Full standard issue X-Men uniform with blue trim. Sleeves are cut away, as well as the midriff.
Standard Dress: Jeans, babydoll tees, tanktops, board shorts, etc. Rarely does she dress up, but when she does, she goes all out.

Place of Birth: Houston, TX
Family: Alice Blythe – Mother (thermokinetic)
Marcus Blythe – Father (non-mutant)
Rick Blythe – Brother (non-mutant)

Superhuman Ability: Aerokinesis – the ability to mentally affect wind currents or the wind itself. Can fly by traveling upon air currents.

Abilities (not gained from mutation): Deceptively agile despite her devil-may-care appearance and attitude.

Non-mutant power skills: Gymnastics (Intermediate)
Martial Arts (Intermediate)


Power Levels:

Physical Strength (1-10): 3
Speed (1-10): 4
Durability (1-10): 3
Intelligence (1-10): 4
Energy (1-10): 7
Agility (1-10): 7
Power Mastery (1-20): 7


Personal Strengths: Commits herself to a cause when/if she feels or knows its right.
Personal Weaknesses: Flighty. Can be kind of a flake.
Personality: A jokester; she likes to have a good time and enjoy life to the fullest. Not at all a serious person.
Hobbies: Gymnastics. Swimming. Reading magazines. Doing whatever the Hell she feels like.

Mutant/Human Relations View: She trains and fights for what is right. Which is a world that treats mutants and humans equally.

History: Alexandria grew up in the great city of Houston, Texas. Born to a mutant mother and a normal father, life couldn’t have been any better than what it was for their small family. Though it seemed as if the X-Gene only hit the females of the family; her brother was born with no powers of his own.

To say that life was normal for her growing up would have been the understatment of the century. She did the normal things that young girls do, excelling in her studies, participating in athletics. When she was five, her mother had placed her in a gymnastics course, something she took to immediately. She almost made the Junior U.S. team that was supposed to participate in the Pan-Am games when she was eleven… but fate would intervene.

It happened one stormy Texas day, when the threat of tornadoes loomed over the city. She just so happened to be playing in an relatively rundown sandlot, enjoying a small game of baseball with the local kids when a funnel cloud formed overhead and an F-2 tornado touched down. She was frozen in place, the violent wind storm bearing down upon her. In a fit of desperation, panic, she closed her eyes and prepared to be enveloped and engulfed by said storm… But when she opened her eyes to look, the tornado just stood in place and the winds just… flew around her, not pushing her around at all, not sending debris her way. As fate would have it, her and her friends would be safe that day.

Over time, she began to abandon her gymnastics training for a more… interesting type of training. Her mother, Alice, was herself a mutant. A thermokinetic to be precise. And her mother began to teach her daughter at least the basics of controlling what abilities God had given her. Also, over time, Alexandria’s personality began to emulate what natural forces she was just understanding to control. She became flighty, neglecting her studies, neglecting her friends. She started to fall in with a rather.. interesting group at school and at sixteen, had gotten her nigh-trademarked lip ring. That was the final straw for her family and, again, as fate would have it, a brochure wound up in the mail… it was for the Xavier Institute For Higher Learning.

Alice knew exactly what this place was, having been courted by the faculty years ago and decided it best that Alexandria go there herself. Her daughter needed to learn more concepts of her abilities and, by all means, needed more structure in her life.

Character Picture:

Name: Lorelle Manson
Codename: Ace

Academy X Student Team: Omega

Age: 19
Birthday: September 5th
Hair: Black and curly
Eyes: Brown (Black when using ability)
Skin Tone: Light brown
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 128
Build: Slim and curvy
Race/Nationality: African-American and Half- Japanese
Notable Characteristics: Just that her eyes turn black when using her ability, she is very Independent, and gets over heated a lot; she likes to stay indoors with the ac on the lowest setting and can’t stand to be in the sun for very long.
Uniform: {PIC}
Standard Dress: She doesn’t care about what’s in or out, she doesn’t shop a lot so she wears a lot of her old clothes; ripped up jeans, long sleeve shirts, and a lot of worn out tank-tops.(Wears mostly dark-cool colors clothes)

Place of Birth: San Francisco
Family: Birth Mother: Eve Scarlett Mason (African-American mutant, Alive) –She comes from a rich family of mutants who, most of time, would use their powers for self gain. Moved away from home after telling her father she was gay. Is very close with her twin brother, Elliot. An art teacher and has the ability of power augmentation (Increase, only other people). A worrywart who likes things to be planed out; she thinks mutants are better than humans but wants for there to peace.

Mother: Amy Matthews (Caucasian Half- Japanese mutant, Alive) – Her mother was Japanese and her father was American, both of them having no mutations. They were killed when she was six so she ended up staying with a family friend growing up; not having any other family she could stay with. She’s a nurse who works at a hospital in New Jersey and has the ability of healing. Likes to call herself the “Cool Mom”, help others out when she can, and likes living in the ‘here-and-now’. She just wants there to be peace. (The sperm donor was japanese)

Uncle: Elijah Jay Manson Jr.(African-American mutant, Alive) –Lorelle’s uncle is like her mom in many ways; both have the same personality, both graduated from University of New Jersey, and both are gay ( never told his father). But they do have their differences; he has power augmentation (Decrease, only other people), is a lawyer and thinks that there can never be peace.

Grandfather: Elijah Manson Senior (African-American mutant, Deceased) –Lorelle doesn’t know much about him and her mom and uncle never really talk about him. What she does know of him is that he was a Homophobia, died during the attack on new York, and that she has the same type of power augmentation as him`.





Superhuman Ability: Power augmentation. The ability to greatly Increase (and Decrease in her case) all powers and abilities; Users cannot steal or give power just help enhance. Also known as power manipulation and/or supercharging. Strengths: So far she can increase and decrease herself for about an hour, other mutants for 30 or 40 minutes, and humans about 20 or 30 minutes. Weaknesses: Can only do this by touching, some mutants (Example: one’s that have mastered their powers) she can’t increase and decrease, she needs more control (Example: If she gets upset about something, she can increase or decrease herself to the point of hurting herself) and can’t use this ability for a long time (Example: If she uses it to long she can fall unconscious, have dizziness, and other things of the like) But she still has a long way to go;can affect up to 3 people at a time(and herself, so that would be 4). (At the Mods Request: She will be affecting mutants and humans differently for the time being. Mutants - She would affect their ability. Humans - She would affect their physical attributes/mental/what have you. (The only exception being herself)

Abilities (not gained from mutation): Flexible, speaks Japanese (but her accent is bad), and can cook.

Non-mutant power skills: Computer Skills (Beginner) Yoga (Intermediate)

Power Levels:


Physical Strength (1-10): 4
Speed (1-10): 3
Durability (1-10): 3
Intelligence (1-10): 5
Energy (1-10): 3
Agility (1-10): 5
Power Mastery (1-20): 7


Personal Strengths: Can keep calm under pressure for a long period of time and pretty good at looking at the good side of things.
Personal Weaknesses: Has self-doubt when it comes to being a mutant, sees her ability as weaker than everyone elses and has a hard time talking and starting conversations.

Personality: Lorelle’s not use to crowds and would love it if she didn’t have to be anywhere near one. Yeah, she’s been outside a lot and been around people but she isn’t very talkative. She’s not very good with working with others because of this. But she loves learning new things and trying new things. She’s very hardworking and doesn’t like to give up and hopes to one day get over being antisocial; maybe get to know more people. Devoted to her family and anyone close to her (which isn’t many) Lorelle would do anything for them; even if she can be a bit selfish sometimes. She has a calm demeanor and is all most always daydreaming or spacing out. Honest to the point of being blunt, not always understanding what others are talking about, and self doubting herself are the only real setbacks of her Personality.


Hobbies:Painting, Cooking, studying, writing, reading, yoga, meditation, and trying to fit in with the crowed.

Mutant/Human Relations View: ……She isn’t really sure right now; just that she likes mutants more for now. From what she’s seen on the intent net/TV., she knows that both humans and mutants can be evil but both can be good. But for right now, she doesn’t care as long as her and her family is okay.

History: To start off the story of her history….we have to first know how she came to be in this world. Lorelle was born in downtown San Francisco, were she lived for most of her childhood with her parents. Some people would say she didn’t have a normal life growing up and to this day they would still say this; but to Lorelle it is normal, there was nothing wrong with having two lesbian mutants for parents. Eve Mason and Amy Matthews met sometime after Eve graduated from the University of New Jersey with a degree in teaching. Not liking the idea of staying in New Jersey to much she used what little money she had saved up over the years to move to the city of San Francisco, were she soon find a job working as a middle school art teacher and fell in love with another mutant named Amy. After dating for about a year or two, Eve moved in with Amy with plans of starting a family of their own. Some trips to the sperm bank and a few months later and Eve was pregnant with Lorelle.

It wasn’t until she started her first year of elementary that she found out that she was a mutant. Some weeks after school had started she was playing outside with the rest of her class when a boy who had been picking on her for the past few weeks came up to her, pushed her down, and took away the ball she had been playing with. Angry, confused, and on the break of tears, her eyes became black as she enhance her human strength and pushed him back knocking him into the side of the school building breaking about five of the boys bones; herself going unconscious. She was a mutant and her power was power augmentation. Seeing as how everyone who was outside that day saw what she had done she was expelled from school. Her birth mother, Eve, who has always been a worrywart decided that from now on she would stay home and home school Lorelle; her other mother now becoming their only source of income. So over the next few years Lorelle spent most of her time doing class work, studying, reading, and other hobbies at home. Because of this she rarely left home and is somewhat of a hermit.



Over the years, Lorelle now 15, soon move to Newark, New Jersey; Eve wanting to live closer to her twin brother after the death of their father. A lot of things started to change for her and her family, Lorelle started her seconded year of high school online, her mom’s both got new jobs, and she was starting to understand her ability a little more. She started to practice her ability more gaining somewhat more control over it by doing yoga and meditation. Feeling like she needed more training, wanting to get to know more mutants like her, and wanting to get out of her shell she enrolled into the Xavier Institute after high school.

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For the past year and six months she has been working hard on her control and her timing (how long she can increase and decrease power). She has also started to try to be more open about things in her life along with talking more. But going to a school is still way different for her and she’s slowly learning about not just looking out for herself or her family and soon, hopefully, about teamwork.





Character Picture:

Name: Dominik Edipova
Codename: Dice

Academy X Student Team: Omega

Age: Nineteen years (A senior in highschool, as he missed a year or so whilst recovering from his injuries)
Birthday: December 3rd
Hair: Sandy blond, though dark enough that people often mistake it for light brown in certain lighting.
Eyes: Light green, an olive tone with flecks of gray thrown in around the pupils.
Skin Tone: Somewhat pale in hue, though he's not incapable of acquiring a decent tan...he probably just doesn't get out enough.
Height: 6‘1
Weight: 160 pounds
Build:Slim, but tone.
Race/Nationality: Slovenian
Noteable Characteristics: His Slovenian accent which -though not so thick that it renders his speech indecipherable- is very prevalent when he talks.
Uniform: Uniforms are in team colors: Alpha: Black with blue accents // Omega: Black with Red accents
Standard Dress: Casual clothing which borders on grungy in appearance. Jeans, t-shirts, boots; though he's careful to keep them clean, he still wears them well-beyond their prime...so many of the articles are often faded or sport holes in the fabric.

Place of Birth: Slovenia
Family:
Father: Josip Edipova, Deceased
Mother: Alenka Edipova, Deceased
Younger Brother: Ciril Edipova, Deceased

Godfather: Gasper Bokal

Superhuman Ability: Lancenation - Dominik has the ability to lash out psychically and produce physical cuts and lacerations upon an object in front of him. When he uses the ability a slight rift forms in the air as the attack moves towards its target, making it somewhat visible.

Right now: His powers only go to the extent of producing shallow/superficial cuts, ones that might be caused a small pocket knife, and his aim is something that is less than what could be desired.

As his mastery increases: Dominik will be able to produce cuts that are similar to what would be the result of varied types of blades. The depth of said cuts will increase gradually as he gains control of his powers.

The strengths of his powers will likely include: With precision, Dominik might wield hindrances to opponents, perhaps even fatal at full mastery. The ranges of his powers will eventually make it to lengths up to 20 feet. (This of course would require full concentration, and wouldn’t likely ever come to use, because I’d imagine that the need for this skill would be something in an environment not conductive to focus.) He’ll be able to hash through obstacles without the need of tools, and it will be GREAT for any anger management issues he might otherwise have. Maybe.

The weaknesses of this would be: As it’s a metaphysical power, the energy builds up, and at some point demands to be released. In instances such as these, he’d be without control of his powers. While building up, he’ll suffer migraines that might make him a touch reclusive if there isn’t any advil on hand. (More reclusive than usual, that is.) At his current level, aim and precision aren’t all that great. Really, he needs work. Slightly delayed attacks, as his speed isn’t all that amazing either, which means they’ll be a bit easier to avoid. Range right now is: 4 feet.


Abilities (not gained from mutation): He's bilingual, obviously, and has a near perfect grasp on English both in speech and in writing. In school he has shown an aptitude for learning in general (though not much enthusiasm for it, sadly), and has proved himself to be an alarmingly quick learner.

Non-mutant power skills: Diligence, durability, beginner level karate courses (something which, like school, he's not showing much enthusiasm for)

Power Levels:

Physical Strength (1-10): 4
Speed (1-10): 3
Durability (1-10): 5
Intelligence (1-10): 5
Energy (1-10): 4
Agility (1-10): 4
Power Mastery (1-20): 7


Personal Strengths: Dominik is very adaptable to changing situations, and rarely falters (at least outwardly) under pressure. He isn't one to let his emotions get the better of him, and this serves during stressful occurrences, as he's able to act with his head rather than his heart (most of the time). Though not overly social in nature, he can often hold a conversation with numerous types of people, and can even present himself as charming when he feels inclined to. He is also fiercely loyal to anyone he considers a friend.

Personal Weaknesses: To put it bluntly, the man is neurotic. It's not something that people will realize when they first meet him...but if they should ever get to know him on a more personal level, they will start to notice things about his character which are a bit off. His room is often immaculate, with things set in certain places, and he often becomes frustrated if people move or mess with them. He also keeps journals, and presumably documents every day in a manner that ranges from deeply personal passages to mere footnotes. He keeps every finished book on a shelf, which is arranged in a certain fashion that he's quite adamant about (presumably, they're in order by date). Good luck reading them; they're written in Slovenian.

Another great fault in Dominik is that he's very secretive, and can become increasingly less trusting of people who inquire about his past in anything resembling a persistent manner. Personal questions about his family or his past will cause him to either clam up entirely, or lie.

Personality: He's fairly quiet, but usually friendly or at the very least approachable. However, his moods can often quickly flit between social and reclusive (mostly the latter), and he'll sometimes go to great lengths to avoid conversations with people if he's not in the mood to speak ('Eh...no English. No English, sorry." ). This isn't to say that he is cruel or unfriendly, however, and his lack of interest in social gatherings is derived less from any broody or angsty notions and more from an uncertainty on how to appropriately deal with people. Once he opens up people will generally find him quite good-humored, and loyal to the point of it almost being a fault.
Hobbies: Reading, taking notes, keeping journals, cleaning, taking pictures, watching movies, smoking.

Mutant/Human Relations View: He's apathetic, mostly. He doesn't understand why either side would waste so much energy on hating eachother.

History:
From what Dominik can clearly recall and from what he’s been told, his childhood was a felicitous one. He was born in Ljubljana, the capitol of Slovenia, to parents Josip and Alenka Edipova. The family was quite well-off, his parents both making careers for themselves as lawyers, and indulging in the prosperity which the breakup of former Yugoslavia provided. Slovenia had just become an independent republic, and they were determined to reap the benefits of the country’s long term struggles and new-found good fortune.

He grew up in an elegant townhouse located somewhere is the historic center of the city, the exact location of which he can no longer recall. If asked, he states that he can remember crisp mahogany flooring, refined furnishings which he was always forbade to drink or eat around, and the sight of Ljubljana Castle looming in the distance outside of his bedroom window; the silent guardian over the city, a spectator to its vast and sometimes tumultuous history. He remembers warm, humid summers and winters laden with snow (an aspect of his former home which he would later find alarmingly similar to New York), occasional trips to the theater which he didn’t enjoy as much as his parents’ would have hoped, and the addition of his younger brother Ciril to the family in 1994.

Small things, trivial memories, but to Dominik they hold a vast amount of importance...because outside of those small glimpses, most of his childhood is a complete blank. He can’t recall most vacations or celebrations, his father’s election to parliament in 1997, or even the sound of his mother’s voice. These are things that, without a doubt, existed...helped to formulate what was certainly a happy childhood. But Dominik can’t remember any of it; he can only look at the photographs, listen to the recounts, and know that they happened... that he was present for them, and that they’re gone from his mind forever.

He doesn’t remember the car crash, either, though that was the singular even which changed his life forever...ended the reverie that was an innocent if not jubilant childhood. Gasper was hesitant to describe the preceding events at first, ever afraid that such a story might re-ignite the unpleasant memories which were seemingly lost to the young boy. But he was persistent, a personality trait gifted to him by his father, and so the story was soon relinquished. It was summertime, he was told, and they were on their way back home from a trip to Piran, a city located on the southwestern side of the country. Night had veiled the skies, clouds producing enough droplets of rain to form a small drizzle, and they were within adequate range of the city that was their home, their destination. The details of how the crash occurred were skewed even to Gasper, though the assumption was that one car had hit a slick patch on the road and veered into the other, sending both vehicles careening into a nearby ditch. Josip, Ciril (who was only nine years old), and the driver of the other car were pronounced dead on arrival. Alenka and Dominik both sustained critical injuries and were rushed to a nearby hospital, where Alenka died twelve hours later.

Dominik himself sustained, among many broken bones, severe injuries to his head and damage to his brain, namely to the temporal lobes. He was in a coma for a week, one which many weren’t sure he would awaken from. But as previously stated, Dominik is a rather persistent person, and this trait in his personality perhaps aided him a great deal in his recovery. Upon awakening, he was quick to start the healing process...determined to eradicate any long term ailments that his injuries might cause. His dedication led to an almost full recovery, the only remnants of his ordeal the broken memory of his early life. The damage to his brain was enough that many of his memories had literally been wiped away, stolen from the safety of his own mind, muddled, and even reduced to nothing. As such, his visions of his childhood are few and far between, the details of his family hard to gather outside of the physical aspects he can find in photographs and the stories he’s been told by family friends.

The situation was dire, and though it made the boy reclusive, he was not outwardly very depressed. After all, it was hard to mourn for people you couldn’t properly remember.

Having no living family, Dominik was soon turned over to the care of his Godfather, Gasper Bokal. The man had been Josip’s most cherished friend since childhood, and had been present for many family affairs up until his migration to America a few years earlier in hopes of expanding his career. Kind as he was, and willing as he was to take the title for the children at the time...Gasper had never truly expected to have to act upon it. He was a bachelor, vastly busy with his career (He’s a CEO of a rather successful banking company), and certainly didn’t see himself as the fatherly type. Still, he reasoned that Josip would be relying on him, and that without his assistance Dominik be left with no one. So, as the boy’s recovery progressed, Gasper eventually took custody of him and brought him to New York. Dominik was thirteen at the time.

The next two years were uneventful. The young man’s personality was different from what his Godfather recalled; he had become quiet, thoughtful, though to him it didn’t seem a solemn act...rather, his losses had apparently made him more considerate of his surroundings. He took to keeping journals and taking pictures of his home and the places he visited, and kept anything which was his (bedroom, books, etc) utterly immaculate; something which was indeed strange for a teenage boy. Dominik learned english quickly, immediately despising how his accent and weak grasp on the language made him stand out amongst his peers. He was soon attending normal classes, getting grades which were usually average...though his lack of interest in school was almost immediately clear, as he was prone to neglecting his studies entirely. Another change from the Dominik he used to be, Gasper told him later, for the old Dominik, though young, had always been quite dedicated to his education.


Gasper’s role in his life was distant, and Dominik preferred it that way. A year after his arrival in the States, Gasper legally adopted him, though his role in Dominik’s life could barely be considered fatherly. Indeed, the young man was usually left to his own devices...as Gasper was often away on business trips or otherwise wrapped up in affairs pertaining to his job. But he wasn’t a cruel man by any stretch, merely someone unaccustomed and unprepared for the role of a parent, and the young man’s distance didn’t help matters.

As a result, it isn’t really surprising that Gasper didn’t initially notice the changes that occurred in his Godson shortly after his fifteenth birthday. That was when the headaches started. At first, they were minute...barely even noticeable as he meandered about his day. A few advil, and they would dissipate, proving that it was nothing to be overly concerned about. Weeks passed, and they became increasingly frequent...increasingly severe. He couldn’t explain it; it was as if there was some odd, indescirnable pressure building within his skull...pushing at its edges and begging for release. This, of course, disturbed him; was this some latent side-effect of the crash coming to light? He couldn’t accept that as a possibility...instead he quickly chalked it up to a sinus infection and did what he could to ignore it. A few weeks later, the migraines became so unbareable that he couldn’t even bring himself to leave his bed...and sometime in the middle of the night, it finally happened.

Dominik had done well to hide the scratch marks that riddled his bed stand, casting a sheet over them and willing himself to forget that they were even there. He didn’t recall what had made him so angry...he didn’t recall getting angry at all. He wasn’t generally prone to feeling the emotion so powerfully, and in all of his life he’d never been violent. Moreover, he didn’t recall grabbing something to cut the object with...it didn’t make sense. The headaches had been horrible...unbearable, grown to such a stark degree that the pain matched what he’d felt soon after awakening in the hospital, and then there was that slight flash, a pinprick within the confines of skull...and then they, the scratches, just...were. No, it didn’t make sense. He didn’t recall getting angry, or cutting anything, but that was the only plausible explanation. So he threw the sheet over his bed and bid himself to forget about it. And, for a while, the headaches ceased.

The process would repeat itself twice more before Dominik finally relented that there was a problem and went to Gasper. He showed him the places in his room which had become covered in the strange markings, the surfaces which looked as though they’d been angrily slashed at with something akin to a pocket knife. He explained the headaches, how they’d persist for weeks...and how they ceased after the markings appeared. He described how he didn’t remember attacking the objects, insisted that he didn’t own anything which could do that kind of damage. Gasper was floored; he didn’t know what to think initially, but soon came to the conclusion that this had to have something to do with Dominik’s injuries; apparently the damage to his brain had been more severe than anyone had originally imagined...certainly more than his memories of the past had been affected.

But the young man was adamant about that not being the case, and his determination to prove to Gasper that it had nothing to do with that led him to the complete discovery of his ability. Without waiting for his headaches to start, he willed himself to focus on his bedroom wall one night, trying to elicit the same markings he had before. It was partially successful; he lashed out, producing a small, singular cut on the wall. It didn’t hit the center as he’d willed it to, but instead veered off and assaulted the far end. But at the time, it didn’t matter...he’d done it, and it floored him that he had. Immediately, he demonstrated this for Gasper, who was just as shocked as he was. What was going on?

Research into the subject made Gasper realize what his god son’s abilities meant. Further inquiry led him to the discovery of Xavier’s institute, though Dominik himself refused to have anything to do with it. His abilities frightened him a great deal, caused him to shirk them for as long as he was able. He continued on with his life, occasionally using his abilities on any usable objects to keep his migraines at bay, but otherwise pretended that he didn’t have them at all. They were weak anyway, his aim faulty, range short, the cuts minute; perhaps with training they could develop into something more...but he wasn’t keen on allowing that to happen. He was content to live this way forever...content to deny it all in order to add ease to his existence.

However, the tragedy which struck New York and re-ignited the public's ire with mutants spawned a protective streak in Gasper that he’d never before known. And when the Academy opened, he found himself quickly pushing the young man to join. Reluctant, but also utterly taken aback by the man’s sudden interest in his safety, Dominik eventually complied.

Name: Dorian Alexander Flyte
Codename: Noir
Academy X Student Team:
Age: 20
Birthday: March 8th
Hair: Black (Bald or shaved)
Eyes: Blue (Eye shined)
Skin Tone: Tanned bronze
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 230 lbs.
Build: Peak condition for a male his age who eats right and engages in regular exercise.
Race/Nationality: American
Notable Characteristics: His mutation has given him an eyeshine, in which his eyes in some light glow, especially in low light. He has a stab wound scar on his left side from a school fight.
Uniform: a smooth form fit helmet, with goggled face plate, providing a HUD that displays ballistic ranges and trajectory from a built in micro computer to help Dorian. It also does it's best to suppress flashes and offers infrared night vision, and enhanced telescopic vision. Also holds his coms systems. A Fedora hat which is magnetically held to the helmet has a single stripe in his teams color and a small pin with the X logo. A long coat with a raised collar covers him up to his shins and is held tight to his form by a utility belt which houses many throwing gadgets, the buckle is in the X logo and the very back has pockets for speed loaders and magazines for his weapons. Under the coat is a typical X suit the top being white and having a collar for a tie as per his taste. A harness with three holsters and ammo pouches is also concealed. A large arm band on his left holds a cable launcher and slide for a surprise hidden gun. The right arm band has computer controls and small tools as well as another line launcher. He carries two SIG Saurs P226 pistols in two holsters on his harness, a Dan Wesson Model 15 revolver in the third harness holster, and a small Wather PPK in the hidden slide on his left arm band. His throwing gadgets consist of small discus with the X logo, and range from small explosives that can knock hinges off a door, to flash bangs, gas, smoke, or simple paper weights good for causing headaches. He optionally uses a rifle of some sort his preferred being a WA 2000 sniper rifle. Taking up most of his left leg under his coat is a well balanced combat knife, and telescopic metal batons.
Standard Dress: Typical jeans tank tops, other stuff. He can dress for occasion. He's not attached to anything in his wardrobe and it is mostly filled with stuff he could dispose of it came to it.
Character Picture:

Superhuman Ability: Superhuman Accuracy, He has the peak of brain activity for aiming, accuracy and precision. He only needs to aim for an instant before he can precisely hit a target with a weapon or a blow. This ability even allows him to judge distances accurately, so he can even gauge the strength needed to throw a weapon, in order to hit a target accurately. His hand eye coordination is such that he could glance at something to aim in it's direction and come close to a perfect hit, allowing him to aim in two directions or hit targets sequentially. His Accuracy has a degree of spatial awareness, which gives him options in using ricochets, and bounce, to hit targets, but he has yet to become proficient at it. His Reflex speed is uncanny, to a degree that he perceives events during times when his adrenaline is pumping, at half the speed almost in slow motion. He has yet to harness or control the phenomenon consciously.
His eyes also seem to adjust to low light and near dark conditions, though a drawback is a light sensitivity that can disorient him if light is unexpected flashed in his face. Similarly Strobes are another thing he rather not deal with. His eyes seem to glow in low light, taking on a blue colored eye shine appearance. Dorian has a small degree of telescopic vision, being able to see in far off distances to great detail, this takes a few seconds of focusing on a subject. His offsets are a sense of tunnel vision while focusing, which blinds his peripherals.

Abilities (not gained from mutation): Dorian is generally Athletic, and to keep up in sports as such, a good study. Growing up with just his mother after the loss of his father he took charge and care, becoming a capable handyman and the ideal "Momma's boy" as his mother put it. From Fixing the car to fixing microwave ovens Dorian had a general knack for detail and tinkering and managed to get a part time job doing repairs at a pawn shop. Though his mutant ability has made him masterfully proficient with firearms his interest started with his father, a local homicide detective who took his family to the range for both fun and domestic defense. Very astute and quick thinking he's prone to improvisation for most problems. His likeness to his father makes him good at detective work also, He usually has a general idea of events based on his surroundings.
Out of high-school a year early he joined the police academy, so he knows the system very well. Not agreeing with a blue lifestyle, he went on to work with a P.I and a techie and picked up a few things, including bounty hunting methods and how to make his own tools.

Non-mutant Power Skills:
Firearms (Master)**
Small Weapons/Gadgets (Intermediate)
Martial arts (beginner)
Parkour(beginner)

Second Year 33-34
Power Levels:
Physical Strength (1-10): 5
Power Mastery (1-10): 7
Speed (1-10): 5
Durability (1-10): 4
Intelligence (1-10): 4
Energy (1-10): 4
Agility (1-10): 4

Personal Strengths: Calm and level headed for the most part, Dorian is very resourceful and often has solutions for problems others may miss. He's extremely helpful, and independent. More over he's strongly driven, and pushes himself whenever he can. This drive gives to a determination on many things such as taking care of himself and his mom, and becoming like his father. A photographic memory.

Personal Weaknesses: His temper marks a huge flaw, though it takes some real fire to light the fuse, when he blows, blood may flow. His helpfulness can sometimes be taken advantage of, exploited most by his step sister. Minor light sensitivity in the dark.

Personality: Dorian has a level headed outlook on life. Though the loss of his father devastated him and his mother, he picked up all the pieces and kept them going. He took to doing things necessary of the household pretty well, and became helpful and independent. Though He has stress no one his age should have, his temper has broken through to some violent outbreaks, leading to assault charges. Since his mother started seeing who would eventually become his step father, He mellowed out and is less stressed but even then his temper has come to boil. Particularly his step sister pressing his buttons and taking advantage of him. Though generally nice he has developed a "Hard Boiled" no nonsense attitude in regards to gathering information for whatever he maybe looking into. He's shown that he's not above intimidation or downright scare tactics when interrogating less moral sources.

Hobbies: Sleuthing, Rock climbing, Cars, Motorcycles, Welding, The shooting range, drinking, and tinkering.

Mutant/Human Relations View: He found out early his step sister was a mutant, and he has very little prejudice towards them. If anything. You do you, He does him, The world will keep spinning.

Family: Margo Flyte (Mother)
Eddie Flyte (Father / Deceased)
Joshua Kiernan (Step Father)
Tara Kiernan (Step Sister)

History: Dorian was Born in Phoenix Arizona to a mother and father who both served the law. His Father a homicide detective, and mother a defense attorney, The family was fairly well to do with little luxuries, and Dorian made their focus. Over several years Dorian was pushed by both parents to do his best, mind his manners and be an example for other kids. Since he was about ten years old he was taken to the shooting ranges where his father taught him firearm safety and use. Dorian loved the time he spent with his family. It was happier times. At age eleven his father was out sleuthing late. A reopened cold case with new evidence led him into an industrial abandoned warehouse were a body was found. He found his killer trying to dump another corpse, but what he didn't know was the partner. Two clips emptied into Eddie Flyte's body from nine millimeters. A security guard heard the shots and called for help. Eddie Flyte died en route to the hospital.

It was a life changing event. Dorian only eleven, held his mother as she cried. Over the coarse of time it was Dorian who did most things that he could for his mother. It wasn't easy at first. A little tinkering to fix the TV and he found a world that interest him and he could fall into. Dorian studied twice as hard, and when his mother called int hat her car broke down and she wasn't going to be home it was Dorian who rode his bike all the way to where she was to surprise her, and further more fix the car, simply from what he remembered from his dad and a book he read. By the time Dorian was in middle school his mother was better and coping, and closer to her son who took care of her to her own surprise. It was around this time Dorian managed to scrounge up a part time job, and his mother started dating. Dorian was a tough customer to any would suitor, and his mother was even appreciative of the fact.

It was around this time that Dorian started noticing his uncanny abilities. At first it seemed like a fluke. Always making a mark in some game, and at a shooting range he passed it off as practiced marksmanship. When he started doing things he normally wouldn't however he began to wonder. He made little out of it. And his peers didn't flag him as a freak so life continued on. Coming home from after school activities this one day he met the second greatest man in his life, Josh Kiernan. The man made his mother happy, took stress off of Dorian himself who had been feeling abit strung out, and they got along real well. The only thing that seemed to be a con in this was the little side of evil, in the man's daughter Tara. Though the two could get along, Tara generally took advantage of Dorian's good nature often getting things, rides, protection, and sometimes homework from him. The two were generally competitive when it came to outdoor sports. Though Tara could climb faster then Dorian he'd one up her always at a shooting range or playing darts.

Tara with little restraint, also showed she was a mutant to him pretty early on. 100 pound super model high-school chicks do not just send boulders flying because aunt Flo comes to visit. She found it nasty when Dorian managed to peg her with a marble. Unlike her he didn't seem to miss. It was with this revelation That she began to truly exploit him which began to grate on his nerves abit. Buying him a set of throwing knives and making it a spectacle for him to throw and barely miss marks around herself. about the fourth time at a pool party he had about enough, and people got a real show. Two quick flicks and those bare misses made Tara's chest bared for everyone to see. Dorian would live three months of grudge filled hate from her, which though troubling didn't stop him from doing what he does.

After the few months of rivalry and getting to know each other an official knot was tied, and Tara and Dorian were now stuck as step siblings. Only a year would pass when Dorian would leave to attend the police academy, a year early out of high-school. This lasted mere months as he didn't agree with certain beliefs. He was on his way to New York to distance himself from his family to focus on what he wanted. He ended up tracking down and old friend of his father's and became somewhat of an apprentice to the P.I. Not only that, the old man's daughter, a computer literate techie, with a flare for James Bond, became his close friend and later girlfriend. It was fun times during this period. A shirt and tie, every day along with a coat and fedora, tracking missing ppl or objects down for ppl willing to pay a small fee, and even a few trips of bounty hunting for extra cash. Dorian, unknowing in that his flawless aim was due to a mutation rarely brandished his father's old Model 15 Dan Wesson revolver, and when he did the conflicts were resolved in one to zero shots.

The life as he described as being a legal vigilante gave him reasonable skills, a vast information network, and ties with ppl who felt like family. It came to a suspenseful and painful tragic end. Looking into a crime organization that seemed to be stealing tech and money. Much like a cliche' he and his friends poked around too much and the cliche' hit was called. Dorian was returning to his shared apartment office, gun drawn, as the door was broken. He adjusted tot he light very well and what he saw infuriated him to no end. The Dead bodies of his chief and his girl riddled with what he would learn to be silent gunfire. The assailant was waiting for him but lost the surprise advantage when he stepped on broken glass. Shots were exchanged and with two bullets gone, Dorian disarmed and disabled the attacker who was no longer able to move as he pleased. He was going to interrogate this attacker, beat him either way, as Dorian drew closer the assailant coughed blood and reached for something. a Detonator. Dorian had only enough time to grab the insignia off the attacker and dive out the window as an explosion erupted swallowing his home and dead friends.

His landing dislocated his left arm and shrapnel caused bleeding. Dorian had few choices and places to go. Weather he was dead or not, he needed to get away and lay low, and he could only depend on the person closest by now to help. His Step sister Tara. From the letters and emails, she had said she was attending some special school up near New York. With practically nothing but a gun his coat and hat, he left, leaving even his car. He'd go to the Xavier institute. Revenge is something that he could take his time with. He needed help, and a place to not get noticed.

Misc Facts
- He's ambidextrous
- Makes his own equipment
- Favorite food is oven baked chicken
- Hates roaches
- Has discovered more then 101 uses for a rubber band