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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 12:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 12:35 pm
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XXXXXXThe Heroes
Set sometime in the future, mutants are completely public with their talents, though many are still hateful towards their kind. In this future world things are much the same as now, the mutant crime-fighting group known as the X-Men operate under the guidance of the powerful phyc-mutant nicknamed Professor X. Operating out of a school based in northern New York this small group of pro-human mutants is starting to grow in numbers and power, they are tested by greater challenges daily...but nothing could prepare them for what was about to happen...
The OthersXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
In the same time...or space...as the mutant team X-Men, thrives the anti-human team called X-Force. In this world mutants are the dominant force and have taken control over much of the Earth. Anti-Human rallies are a common sight, and renegade human teams are far and few, mutants have total control thanks to the efforts of the X-Force. Here, a serum has been developed to fix the human condition, known as Genesis X, it is the new fix giving humans world-wide the mutant ability, soon no humans will remain. In power of this odd world is the High Commander and inventor of the Genesis serum, Toni Stark. Stark Labs, or SL, is based in the Capital of the United Colonies of Western Europe, Seattle. For mutants things couldn't get better...but they never saw it coming...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe Event
After millions of years of split time between the two worlds, no contact between either things are starting to change. The layers of space that separate the two realities are weakening, slowly allowing things to slip back and force, the occurrence in both worlds is called The Event. Things began slipping from side to side unnoticed, small things, but that didn't last long. Now as the cracks begin to grow the balance of things in both worlds are being threatened, in a last attempt to close the gaps the team X-Force under the lead of the Cajun Chaotic, Gambit, has crossed to the other side. The trip however did not go as planned, as the group was split up and cast around the pro-human world...Gambit in the home of the X-Men...or in the front yard at least... |
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 12:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 12:37 pm
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Username: Call Me Rogue
Character Name: Anna Marie
Nickname: Rogue
Race: Mutant
Age: 22
Appearance: Me
Abilities: Rogue is a mutant who possesses the ability to absorb the memories, abilities, personality, and outward physical characteristics of other beings through skin-to-skin contact. Extended contact can result in the possibility of permanent absorption. No upper limit had been determined for the number of beings Rogue can simultaneously imprint.
Upon absorbing another's memories, Rogue also gains any associated emotional responses. She is typically able to control such emotions, however absorbing psyches more powerful than her own can result in Rogue’s psyche being supplanted.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Her power requires skin to skin contact for her to use it. She keeps herself covered up as much as possible, which can slow her down in a fight. Rogue is also unable to control this ability which keeps her from having a physical relationship with anyone.
Alignment: Pro-Human
Group: X-Men
Bio: Rogue is a very private person, and has not shared much of her early life with her teammates and friends. What is known is that she ran away from home at an early age and was taken in by Mystique (Raven Darkholme) and Destiny (Irene Adler).
Her powers first appeared in her early teenage years when she had her first kiss from a friend named Cody. Her initial manifestation was extremely powerful, and despite the brief touch, Cody remains in a coma to this day. Bitter over the hand fate had dealt her, Rogue joined her foster mother's mutant superiority group for awhile before switching her allegiance to Professor Xavier and his X-Men, believing that Professor X could help her gain control of her abilities.
Although she is naturally a staunch supporter of mutant rights, she is also a proponent of equality, believing in a world where no one is considered less because of their genetics.
Despite the way her power keeps her at arm's length from everyone (literally and figuratively), Rogue is extremely friendly. More than anything she desires connections and relationships with other people, and since she cannot have a physical, romantic relationship, Rogue treasures her friendships greatly. However, her mutant ability has led her to become deeply insecure about her self-worth, which she covers up with a "sassy southern belle" persona.
Items: She has a large collection of gloves in a variety of styles, as well as scarves.
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Username: silentknight24 Character Name: Kurt Wagner Nickname: Nightcrawler Race: Mutant Age: 18 Appearance: Me.Abilities: Nightcrawler is a mutant who can teleport by opening a portal into another dimension, travelling through it via an unconscious direction-finding sense, and returning to his own dimension. When teleporting, Nightcrawler leaves behind a small portion of the atmosphere of the other dimension that escapes with a muffled “bamf” sound and smells of brimstone. On returning, his power automatically displaces any extraneous liquids and gases. Nightcrawler can easily teleport north south along Earth's magnetic lines of force. However, teleporting east west against them or teleporting vertically is more difficult. Under optimal conditions, Nightcrawler can teleport 2 miles east west, 3 miles north south, and 2 miles vertically if he exerts himself. Nightcrawler's momentum is retained when teleporting, so he arrives with the same inertia he left with. He can reduce this by teleporting short distances in the opposite direction. Nightcrawler is also able to cling to solid surfaces via his hands and feet. He can also render himself nigh-invisible in shadows by manipulating the ever-present portal to the dimension he teleports through so as to bend light around himself. Flaws/Weaknesses: : Nightcrawler has a limited unconscious extrasensory ability that prevents him from teleporting into any area that he cannot see or has not seen in the past, as doing so runs the risk of injury or death by materializing partially or entirely within a solid object, Teleporting with Nightcrawler often leaves a passenger feeling weak. Alignment: Pro-Human Group: The Heroes, X-Men Bio: In a traveling circus, German-born Kurt Wagner learned that his mutant abilities were a gift to be celebrated. Since joining the X-Men, Nightcrawler has changed costumes, switched teams and even shifted his life's focus: He now dedicates himself to a higher calling as a priest in training. Nightcrawler may look like a blue-skinned demon, but this swashbuckler is one of mutant-kind's guardian angels -- using his amazing agility and power of teleportation to fight the forces of bigotry.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 12:38 pm
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Username: Gambit Taylor
I Was Named... Remy LeBeau
But They Call Me... Gambit
I've Been Around For... 23 years
I'm Kind Of A... Mutant
I Look Like... This
I Always Have My... Collapsible bostaff, playing cards, knifes.
Yeah, Let Me Show Off... Has the mutant ability to tap into the potential energy contained within an object and transform it into kinetic energy upon touching it. When she thus charges an object and throws it at a target, the object releases this energy explosively on impact. She is unable to use this power to charge living objects.
Gambit's ability to tap energy also grants her superhuman agility and dexterity, as well as creating a static interference that shields her mind from detection and intrusion by even the most powerful telepaths.
Gambit also possesses a hypnotic charm that allows her to exert a subtle influence over any sentient mind. This power allows Gambit to compel others to believe what she says and agree with anything she suggests. More powerful minds have proven immune to Gambit's charm.
She is bilingual in English and French, and also possesses the ability to throw small objects - including knives, throwing spikes, and playing cards - with extraordinary accuracy. She is also a skilled duelist and fencer.
Flaws/Weaknesses: None known
Alignment: Anti-Human
Side: The Others, X-Force
Here's My Story... Remy LeBeau was born in New Orleans, Louisiana. She was kidnapped from the hospital where she was raised by the LeBeau Clan Thieves' Guild, and given to the Antiquary as a tribute.
They referred to the child as "Le Diable Blanc" ( "the white devil" ) and believed she was prophesied to unite the warring Thieves and Assassins Guilds. Soon after, Remy was placed in the care of Fagan's Mob, a gang of street thieves who raised the child and taught her the ways of thievery. After living as an orphan on the streets, a 10 year-old Remy attempted to pick the pocket of Jean-Luc LeBeau, then patriarch of the Thieves Guild. Jean-Luc took the girl off the streets and adopted her into his own family.
Remy's bio-kinetic charging abilities manifested early in her teens, although she kept her powers secret from her family and friends, practicing her powers away from prying eyes. When she was 15, she accompanied her brohter, Etienne Marceaux, on his "Tithing", the ritual initiation test of the Thieves Guild. However, it went awry as they were assigned to steal from the powerful immortal mutant Candra, who quickly captured them. Candra recognized Remy from an encounter that had taken place in her past but in Remy's future (due to a time travel mission to the 19th Century Remy would take as an adult) and sold them to the deformed, mutant gangster and child slave trader known as the Pig, who planned to sell them and others their age to HYDRA as teen soldiers. Remy used her powers to escape their holding pen, but the physically enhanced Pig quickly caught up to them. Remy discovered her signature attack when she picked up a playing card that Etienne had dropped, charged it and threw it in the Pig's face, taking out his eye. Finally escaping his cliff top headquarters by diving into the sea, Remy was ultimately rescued by the Guild; Etienne drowned.
Gambit now operates from Las Vegas as the leader of the rogue team known as the X-Force, a crime ring that holds power over most of the United Colonies of Western Europe. As the current Boss she is in one of the highest possisions, second only to that of Toni Stark the reining High Commander.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 8:47 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 8:48 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 8:49 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 8:50 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 8:52 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 8:53 am
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The Countess of the Card...
A hard thud signified Gambit’s landing onto a hard grassy field, her body making a rough connection. Laying in pain and confusion for a slight second she inhaled and shut her eyes tight, trying with all her effort to collect her thought and become aware of her new surroundings, the last thing she could remember was the cold metallic lab at SL…the last thing she could grasp. As she slowly came back into awareness her head spun and buzzed with a pain that even she could not describe. Finally, with a great effort, she opened her red eyes, bright light shone into them like a blazing fire, the sting quickly faded away into images, unfamiliar ones. Below her was grass, that much made sense, she appeared to be in a large field set out in front of a large building, a mansion. Around the structure was a series of black iron gates, a private residence?
“What da hell?”
With a single great shove Gambit forced herself of the ground and into a crouched position, with that she looked around despite the ever present pain in her neck caused by the harsh landing. From this pose she could see more around her, the dark of night being no barrier to her sight. In the back of her mind she still had the constant though of her team, where were they…no where in sight. With a swift movement she stood up to her full height and made the quick choice to arm herself, she had no idea what would lay ahead in wait for her. She dove her hand into her pocket and grasped firmly onto a fresh deck of cards. She grinned as she brought them out of her coat and into plain sight…she got different looks when people saw her cards, scared ones. And rightfully so, there was nothing ordinary about them, they were every bit as deadly as she was. She held them in her hand, with care and precision she spread them between her fingers…each on looked up at her…each on ready for its job.
With a cautions way about her Gambit moved forward with steady and swift steps, one boot after the other, towards the large building. Her intent was to find out what was inside, friend of foe? Keeping up her pace Gambit was soon at the back of the fenced in area, near what appeared to be some sort of garden. There she came upon a fountain running with cold blue water…Gambit froze, she wasn’t alone. On the other side was a girl, near her same age, standing opposite her. Gambit smiled as she saw the way this person appeared, it reminded her of a fellow team mate, his name, Rogue. With a grace only she could pull off in boots, Gambit strode towards the girl…
“Pardon me chere…”
As she said these words she glared into the eyes of the stranger, hoping her intense red eyes would intimidate and startle this girl…thus giving her the upper hand if the situation turned hostile. With a card still clutched in her hand Gambit braced herself for the future...
...The Cajun Chaotic |
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:44 pm
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  Mutant | Anna Marie | X-Man
Rogue took a deep breath and closed her eyes, reveling in the solitude of the gardens. Most of her teammates had taken advantage of the recent lull in activity to go out on the town with their significant others, and Rogue had eagerly volunteered to remain on watch at the mansion; just because she couldn't have something as normal as a date didn't mean she would ever begrudge her friends such a simple pleasure. She had escaped out here shortly before they all left; knowing they were all paired up and actually seeing it were two different things, after all. Normally she could handle both with a smile on her face, but there were some nights when it just...hurt too much.
Aimlessly she drifted around the gardens, gravitating towards the fountain, her thoughts restless. Rogue knew what her mutation meant, but she rarely allowed herself to focus on it, to dwell on everything she couldn't have. Professor Xavier had told her to view her power as a gift, not a curse; to look at it as something that saved lives. On nights like tonight, however, Rogue was finding it increasingly difficult. She was lonely, and it was easy for people like the Storm and Jean to talk about how great mutant abilities were - they had powers that were downright useful. She had kept silent and hadn't really let on to anybody how much the "no-touching" had gotten to her...not even Remy.
And there it was, the one thing she had promised herself she would avoid thinking about tonight. Things with Remy were...well, Remy had left a few days ago, and God only knew where he was. She hadn't heard from him in nearly a week. 'Probably stealin' somethin',' she thought dryly. She hoped that was what he was doing. A tiny, traitorous part of her whispered that maybe he was with another girl, but she squashed it. 'He wouldn't do that to me,' she told herself.
Seeing that she had reached the fountain, Rogue firmly she shoved aside all thoughts of Gambit. She hadn't come out here for introspection or self-doubt, she had come out here to sit by the fountain and look at the stars, and dammit that is what she was going to do. She was going to enjoy her solitude if she had to force herself.
"Pardon me, chere..." a voice spoke, intruding on Rogue's thoughts. Rogue spun around quickly to see red-on-black eyes boring into her. She felt her face break into a wide smile.
"Swamp Rat!" she exclaimed. "Didn't your Momma tell ya it ain't polite to sneak up on a lady? Ah didn't know ya were comin' back--" her voice faltered as her brain finally registered what was standing in front of her. He stood before there, cards in his hand but...something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He was a she. "Sugah...do ya wanna explain what happened to ya? Are you okay?" she asked, inwardly proud of how calm her voice sounded. She took a step forward and reached out to Remy. Her hand hung in the air for a few seconds before she realized what she was doing and snatched it back. "Let's just go inside...Ah don't think anyone is still around, but Ah'm sure they'll only be a few hours. Ah'm sure Hank can find a way to reverse...whatever it is that happened," she said, trying to reassure him. Only... Rogue frowned. Remy wasn't upset. If Remy had somehow become female, she would bet the Blackbird that he would have been upset. Maybe he was in shock?
She stepped forward once more, bringing herself even closer. "Sugah, ah promise," Rogue made sure to keep her voice soothing. Something was obviously wrong with Remy, and she didn't just mean his new physical form. "We'll get this all sorted out." Finally reaching him, Rogue placed her hand on his...her...Remy's arm. This was all just so bizarre. What was going on? Rogue knew one thing. If this was a shapeshifter, it was gonna be in a world of hurt after this. 'Ah don't take too kindly to people impersonatin' my boyfriend.'
A touch. So little to ask for. So much to expect... |
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 8:06 pm
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The Countess of the Card...
Remy's mind raced as she tried to catch up to what had just occurred, what had just taken place? The stranger, who didn't seem as such, appeared to know Gambit, even knew an affectionate name from a love gone passed...Swamp Rat... a whirl of thoughts swept through her mind as she tried to separate these ideas. The girl, who had just laid a hand on Remy's arm, would be in for a shock if she thought she knew her...this could turn ugly. As a jerk reaction to her touch, Gambit jerked back, unsure of the girl's intentions.
“Ya know me, oui?”
The question was given in an ordered fashion, there would be no love lost if Remy had to be forceful, she would find out what was happening. As she spoke her right arm raised slightly higher and her gloved hand pressed a single card tightly between her fingers, it was ready to be charged. Remy's face contorted into a quizzical expression, should she attack or continue to talk...to solve this enigma.
Giving her more room and time to react Gambit stepped backwards on her left foot and continued to glare at the girl, her red eyes ablaze with wonder and adrenaline, there was nothing like a good fight. As she moved though her sight was too adjusted, at her new angle Remy could better see the stranger...whom at second glance, didn't look like a stranger at all...the similarities she had noticed before were now amplified, the girls hair...her eyes...this was no stranger at all.
As this revelation came over her, Remy dropped her card to the ground, no longer in a defensive stance she felt as if her jaw would drop to the ground. This girl was the image of someone Remy had not seen a long time...she had the face of someone she had once loved...still loved...and left.
“No...”
Her fist clenched tight as Rogues words came to her, her voice, though feminine, reminded her of his...Rogues...with the faintest of smiles, she recalled the many memories she had of Rogue...the real one, not this odd female, but they soon slipped away from her, as if they had only been dreams to which she had been awoken from far to soon.
“I'm fine...ya mus be some sorry dream ah mine chere, this ain't real.”
That was it, the thought smacked Remy in the face like a hit form reality, this must be a dream. It made perfect sense now, during the crossing over she must have been knocked out some how...some how. With this now in mind Gambit strode forward and grabbed the wrist of the dream Rogue, her ungloved fingers felt the warmth of her arm...this was one realistic dream...
”You ain’t real at all....”
...The Cajun Chaotic |
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 11:10 pm
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 Mutant | Anna Marie | X-Man
Rogue felt herself growing more and more confused. Remy was acting like he...she - oh this was getting confusing - didn't recognize her. Worry started to swell within her. 'Alright, don't panic. Whatever happened to Remy must'a been real bad if he's in this state. Who coulda done somethin' like this?' she wondered. As soon as the thought had formed in her mind an answer appeared. 'Of course, Sinister must'a gotten his hands on him again. Ah'll kill him!' she thought viciously, her mind already visualizing all the ways she'd make him pay if it turned out he was indeed behind her love's transformation.
She was brought back to reality at the sound of Remy's voice. “No... I'm fine...ya mus be some sorry dream ah mine chere, this ain't real.” The voice was so forlorn, so lost sounding, it broke Rogue's heart. She opened her mouth to speak again but was cut off when she strode over to her. All thoughts fled from her mind when Remy grasped her wrist - foolishly Rogue had worn a short sleeved shirt with a short pair of gloves, thinking she would be alone for the evening. Unfortunately, this had left her skin exposed. For a moment she thrilled at the feeling of his fingers on her - no matter what had happened to him, he was still Remy and she loved him.
”You ain’t real at all....”
Reality set in as she felt the familiar pull of her mutation. She began struggling, trying to break the grip on her wrist. "Remy... no! What are you doing?!" Stumbling free, she tried to sort out what she had just absorbed, trying to make sense of what she had seen. Memories of a different world swam through her mind, and one image stuck out. She was looking at herself, but she was male. Suddenly it all made sense. This wasn't her Remy, this was a different one. A Remy from an alternate reality - now this she could understand. The girl who had touched her was like Rachel in a way. Instantly Rogue felt relieved. This was a situation she could understand. Lifting her eyes, she met the dazed red gaze of the alternate Remy.
"Ah'm not gonna hurt ya," she said softly. She didn't want to scare the girl off - Rogue had managed to glean from her memories that something bad had brought this girl to her world, something that threatened them all. "Ah think...Ah think Ah know what's goin' on." Her voice turned sad. "You're not who Ah thought you were. Ah'm Rogue, and Ah do know you...well, another you, anyway." She laughed awkwardly and silence descended. A beat, and then "Come inside with me, Ah wanna make sure you're okay after...after touchin' me. We'll sort all this out."
She turned and headed back towards the mansion, hoping that this other Remy would follow her. Rogue was silently grateful that she'd had practice absorbing his mutation - it seemed as though this girl had the same abilities as he did and Rogue was able to keep it under control fairly easily. As she opened the door she caught a glance of her reflection. The familiar red and black eyes stared back at her and her heart ached once more for the man who had left and taken her heart with him. 'Come back soon, swamp rat,' she begged silently, wishing she was a telepath. 'Ah think ya'd love to meet our new houseguest.' Shaking her head she pushed on, hearing the footsteps of the Other-Remy following behind her. The eyes would fade quickly; the contact hadn't been too prolonged. The fact the girl was still standing was proof of that.
"The kitchen is right this way, Ah'll make ya some tea or somethin' and you can tell me the whole story about how and why ya came here."
A touch. So little to ask for. So much to expect... |
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