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Several years ago, human and mutant relations seemed to be getting better on the planet Earth. Those that advocated for human rights seemed to have lessened in their campaign’s to end mutant-kind. Perhaps it was the work of the X-Men—Keeping their own in line…Perhaps it was the improved, more humane efforts from the Mutant Task Force. Or…Perhaps it was simply the calm before the storm.

One fateful night, after a long absence from the limelight, Magneto appeared above New York… Finally driven to insanity by his need to hold dominion over all, he unleashed an attack on New York. It left devastating effects in the area… And an estimated 2.5 million innocent civilians and mutants were lost.

The X-Men, Fantastic Four, Avengers, and any other hero in New York City fought Magneto and his Brotherhood back and stopped them from doing any more damage to the United States…Though they escaped custody.

This was not to be the end of the conflict... SHIELD, a United Nations sanctions organization, decided that Magneto and his Brotherhood were a threat to national security. When Magneto and his team fled to the Island of Genosha, SHIELD unleashed several Sentinels with a seek and destroy order… The citizens of Genosha would not allow for their up until recently, altruistic leader to be destroyed.

Five million mutants died in this conflict, and the mutant haven Genosha was scorched and left for rubble.

Magneto was presumed dead. The government disbanded the Sentinel Project after seeing what had become of Genosha. There was nothing left… And too few powerful mutants left willing to fight them. SHIELD deemed that the mutant threat, was no more.

Nevertheless, because of this horror and loss…the Human vs. Mutant conflict escalated to the highest peak… Those with abilities were no longer safe. Not even in their own homes. To look impartial, Charles Xavier stepped down as head master of his school and appointed two opposing mutants as headmasters: Scott Summers and Emma Frost. He is currently a figurehead, and leading promoter for equality and peace.

The Xavier Institute has always served as a home and school for children and teenagers who desired to learn about their abilities and train to be X-Men—If they so chose. But now any troubled mutant, anyone with an ability would be welcome behind their doors if they were looking for peace. However, the dynamics between the teams changed over the years… Students grew older, and more capable… And due to the lack of mutant’s from the massacre in Genosha—The Academy promoted two teams to X-Men status.

Alpha and Omega.

They’ve taken on many enemies to the X-Men, and to the human race over the years… And have somehow managed to come out on top, despite the odds. Over four years have passed since the massacre in Genosha… And while Mutant/Human relations have been strained—Up until recently, there has been a relative calm.

But things are changing again, there are whispers of unrest… Life for the X-Men won’t be getting easier anytime soon.


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All new characters will have been a student at the Xavier Institute for six months to a year. Their ability level should be considered at least 2nd Year. Because they have shown exceptional skill above their peers, they will be promoted from their student team to one of the Junior X-Men teams (this was assigned to you upon application approval.) The first post of the character would have them talking to either Scott Summers or Emma Frost about their promotion... Or they could gloss over it, and start with them settling in...Their dorm room would also be moved to the area where the Junior X-Men students are housed.



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Technically there is no difference between each team in the school; however, the Alphas are traditionally the "good guys" who believe in Xavier's ideals. The Omegas are traditionally more rogue/bad boys and fall more into their own ideals of how things should be done. This is not always the case, though. You don't HAVE to make your character take those views when on either of those teams.

Alpha's wear a black uniform with blue detailing. Omega's wear a black uniform with red detailing.



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The last Story Arc took the Alpha's and Omega's into the imagination of a former student. Having fled an abusive family, he sought refuge at the school they pulled him out of. They thought that the Academy could remove his ability...Which isn't the case. The School could have taught him to control it better, but they weren't satisfied with 'control' at all. Having not slept in days, his powers started to leak once he did fall asleep... And henceforth dragged the two teams into his sub conscious reality. He retains the ability to make his imagination a reality. With the actual fabric of reality altered, the two teams were placed in a world where the characters from Tim Burton's 'Nightmare Before Christmas' was a reality... They had to overcome several trials and strange monsters--Before finding the key to get home.

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One month has passed since the Alpha's and Omega's were transported into an Imaginary world, and are now on spring break. Some of the students are still trying to catch up with their classes from missing so much school, and others are taking time to fully enjoy their vacation time...The weather is getting slowly warmer, with the occasional rainy day, but things are looking up. Life has been devoid of X-Men Enemies, although it is the time of the year for politics... New York is going through a slew of political debates, with laws that are not at all in favor of mutants...Life outside of the Academy is growing desperate for mutants that are under Xavier's protection...There are more and more going missing every day... There are more and more riots, and political meetings that stress the importance of Mutant Control...Only time will tell, as to what will be decided...

Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Archery Range
Thinking: I bet I could hit that, if it were an Alpha.


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Narcissa pulled the arrow from the makeshift quiver over her shoulder, lengths of blonde hair pulled up atop her head—Shining like liquid gold in the midday sun. She’d caught up with her classes weeks ago… And while some students were still scrambling to turn in projects and homework so they could get credit for their courses… She really had nothing urgent to deal with. It was a strange feeling, not to have the weight of something pressing down on her shoulders. Cold eyes, the color of the blue sky overhead surveyed the target she was looking at with disdain… She’d already fired off several arrows, all very close to being a bulls eye… But just slightly off.

It was the bow and arrow set she was using—This she was sure of. She was used to doing this with her powers… And when she drew back an arrow made of light, that she could feel every inch of when it flew towards her target… She rarely missed. But this was different. Once again she fell into the proper stance she’d been taught years ago…She appeared comfortable, relaxed—With one foot on each side of the shooting line.

She remained steady, still as stone—Not wanting a shift in her weight to throw the shot off. Next she nocked the arrow, the shaft leaning against the rest… Her fingers placed properly, she still kept her eyes on the bloody aggravating target. Drawing her arm back, she took aim—Her elbow high, maintaining tension in the recently healed muscles of her back. The trick to it was…Exhaling when she let the arrow fly. It seemed a strange thing to do, but it also steadied her when shooting a gun that held more than it’s fair share of kickback.

She let her three fingers go at the same time, and a twang rang through the air as her arrow flew…Splitting directly through the arrow that was closest to the bulls eye. She scowled deeply, glaring hard at the target stand. How incredibly… Annoying.

Sighing, she started the process over again… Narcissa had been kept off of actively training since Tim Burton had exploded all over the Academy. She’d had her back sliced open, from lower left to up per right by a skeleton knight with a sword…And though Elixir had healed her, out of necessity—Healed her outside, so she would stop burning holes through things…She’d been very tender. He’d warned her that while there was no longer a gaping wound… It had been dangerously close to her spine. He was doubly surprised, that she’d been able to pull herself out of the lake they’d been dumped in.

Let alone do anything else.

The diamond heiress had shrugged it off in public…But had heeded his warning about training, until muscle and skin because what they once were.

Hearing her comm ringing, she was once again reminded that there were a slew of new Junior X-Men. As a general rule… She hated young blood newbie’s. There were the occasional exceptions to that rule…But generally, they annoyed the hell out of her…For no other reason, than they tended to be so green they put the jolly green giant to shame.

Pulling back the Velcro of her glove with her teeth, she bumped the right button with her chin. “Yes?”

“You haven’t filled out any of the paperwork I left for you…Not to mention, you need to make sure that the Omega’s don’t need new uniforms. If you’re going to use the danger room soon…You need to reserve a time. Have you looked over the profiles of the new Omega’s yet?”, came Emma’s voice through her comm unit tersely, knowing that perhaps only a quarter of what she wanted done—Would Narcissa have done.

“No, I don’t feel like it, I don’t feel like that either, and Yes.”, Solaris snipped back—Her eyes rolling heavenward. She was grateful that nowadays, the telepath did use her comm instead of leafing through her thoughts like a book…Though perhaps she should have, and she would have realized that the sun goddess wouldn’t do anything sooner than she intended to. Emma didn’t -really- need her to do those things as soon as she liked her to think… She just wanted her to have it done before Isabella—Who, to Scott’s chagrin was always late with everything.

“Get it handled Narcissa. Don’t forget what we talked about this morning…”

“I haven’t forgotten. And I’ll do it later.”, she spoke with a sigh, actually setting her bow down for a moment… Knowing she was done for the day. Emma was referring to the meeting they'd had this morning about the...Less savory advocates for mutant-kind. Emma wanted her to be ready to answer questions and still any possible panic...Right...The the government wanted to chemically sterilize them all? And no one was going to freak out? Right... So much for not having anything pressing to do.

“All right. Oh—And make sure Mr. Aquene passes his classes. If he gets lower than a C – in either one, We’ll have to remove him from the team until he gets through it.”

Narcissa rolled her eyes heavenward, cherry glossed lips parting again, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

There were two classes, he needed to graduate. And one of them was a bloody stupid class at that.

Emma never replied to her, having shut her side off before the Omega leader could reply. Of course, Emma would want her to make sure he passed… The same reason she hounded her about the paperwork. She wanted to look like she was more in control of her Junior Team, than he was.

Packing up her things, she headed inside—Towards the meet and greet area: The Student Lounge. She was pretty sure that there were supposed to be a slew of new students arriving, and Emma expected that she at least make a passable attempt to try and meet them.

Bloody bint.

*** T O - T H E - S T U D E N T - L O U N G E ***

Once inside, she let her longer blonde hair down, shaking it out from the tie she’d held it in… Making her way to the couch, she picked up the Cosmo that was on the coffee table, and settled in to read about the latest new trend in Hollywood.

Hoping, that any new recruits fell off a cliff on their way.

Alpha: Recruitment without volunteering. When did I sign up for the draft?

Life at the academy was quite literally never dull. There was always something going on, something happening and some crisis going down. After quite a while just doing her classes and odd jobs around the academy Megan was drafted to a team. Megan mostly did miscellaneous landscaping and other assorted jobs that didn’t require her to handle anything more delicate than concrete. At the moment she was up in her new room getting dressed. That was a challenge unto itself when you took into account that Megan’s hands ended in rock shredding claws. The challenge was to get dressed without shredding your clothes or catching yourself with a claw and needing a visit to the infirmary and stitches. So with the challenge of not ruining a good sweater overcome Megan carefully flipped open the letter to catch her team leaders’ name. Always a good idea to know who you were looking for before you went looking. Looks like she was officially an Alpha and if she remembered correctly she was reporting to Isabella.

So with that she pocketed the comm. unit and grabbed her purse. Both the purse and comm. looked to be specially built so she didn’t destroy them by accident. The comm. was all metal and while it was heavier than normal it would hold up better than the standard issue one. Taking a moment to clear her throat Megan stepped out into the hallway to head downstairs to the student lounge. According to what she had heard she probably could find her team leader there. It didn’t take her that long to get there and there only looked to be a single person in there so far. An attractive blonde haired woman reading a magazine. It was her hair that drew the most attention...it was almost like looking at liquid fire. Also it would mean that Megan had found the Omega leader Narcissa. Seeing as how she was nose deep in a magazine Megan made no attempt to say hello. The message was obvious –do not disturb.- So with that in mind Megan took a seat in a chair and just settled her hands on her lap so she didn’t catch the upholstery by accident. She made a small hmming noise as she looked her claws over. Time to file them down again.

Code Name: Siren
Team: Alpha
Location: Towards the Student Lounge
Ability: Sound Manipulation
Singing: Desnudate...

Isabella walked down the hall from the kitchen, a hot cinnamon bun still in her mouth as she pulled a white shell over a form fitting silk green sundress. Before she’d lead the Alpha’s… She’d actually led a team called the Paragons. And though they’d disbanded since, she’d filled her wardrobe with green—Trying to show team spirit. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now—Instead of people thinking her Columbian, they might mistake her for having Irish Pride instead.

She was running late, as per usual… Though, she enjoyed telling people, her Professor’s especially…Just to see them turn a particular shade of red, that she only operated on IST. This of course, stood for Isa Standard Time. And though some may have argued that she was putting off spending several hours in the same room at the Omega leader… Really, she’d just wanted to sleep in.

Just because it was Spring Vacation didn’t mean that there weren’t things that needed to be done around the Mansion. She’d agreed to help Ororo tend her night blooming plants the evening before… And while she’d thought it would only be a few hours… She might as well have found a patch of dirt to curl up on, and call it a night. It wasn’t that the African-American woman wasn’t entertaining and great conversation… Isabella was just tired, simply put.

Though Ororo had given her some good advice, that she… Wasn’t sure or not, how serious to take it about this particular situation. But the weather witch had never steered her wrong before. She breezed into the Study with a smile on her face, finishing the last of her cinnamon bun easily—Lipstick unmoved, no evidence of her very, very late breakfast. “Afternoon everyone…”, she greeted Roland, Megan, a new Omega that she recognized from the files they were sent—And yes, to Narcissa… If she felt like being cordial that morning.

There was a fat chance of that happening however.

“How’s the weather? I haven’t been outside yet… The weather man said heavy rain…”, she continued, smiling at the three Omega’s…Despite being very outnumbered. Narcissa was the only one she had to fear… She was the only one malicious enough to shoot her in the head while her back was turned.

Isabella was banking on the fact that the Omega leader wouldn’t want witnesses for the crime… So for the time being, she was safe.

Speaking of safe… She saw Nathan Leblanc run down the hall, running late for a class with Logan. Survival class of all things… It wasn’t a required course for the middle schooler—But an option course offered to everyone over Spring Break… And usually Bella joined in…But for the next two weeks… She just wanted to chill. The news they’d had this morning about…New laws, and corrupt politicians had bothered her..

But when hadn’t the world hated mutants… It was almost...Refreshing, that they were finally being honest about it now.

Bella still wasn’t clear on the details of how Nathan Leblanc was back at their school…Emma had been very, very vague. And very livid. Bella hadn’t wanted such cold eyes boring holes into her person any longer than necessary. All that mattered now, was that the boy was safe… Happy, smiling. Especially since the power control classes were really assisting him.

She looked about the Student Lounge, and so far—She was the only Alpha. But no matter… She took a seat in a love seat, a clipboard in her lap with all of the new students names on it. The school didn’t really have any orientation… Usually they saw Emma & Scott…But there were so many of them… And something ‘came up’ for the Headmasters…So as next down on the rung, the Alpha and Omega leaders had been charged with mutant-social.

There was a tense silence in the room… She really hoped more Alpha’s arrived soon.

Reggie woke up with a yawn. She glanced at the clock then threw the blanket back. She jumped up, tangling her legs in the covers and thoroughly tripping herself. She tumbled out of the bed and picked herself up, muttering a string of curses. She ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower, brushing her teeth in the shower. She got out and dressed, "Crap, it's way past the time I was supposed to be up." She grinned as she rubbed the towel against her head. She threw the towel in the clothes basket and grabbed the knob of the door. When she turned it, the brass ran across her hand. She frowned and left the room, shaking her hand to get her power to wear off. When her hand turned back to flesh, she blew out a sigh of relief.

Reggie walked into the lounge, intending to talk to one of the professors. She had heard of her promotion, but she didn't exactly know what that meant. She looked around and spotted the girl she thought was her team leader. She looked right. Reggie tried not to look to excited when she walked over to Isabella. She kept herself from bouncing on the balls of her feet, struggling to look professional. She smiled at the other girl who was standing in front of Isabella, "Hey, I'm Reggie."

She ran her hand through her hair and gave Isabella the same smile, "Hi. I'm your new Alpha. My name's Reggie Lambchild." She wondered how old this girl was. No doubt she was a good leader. Reggie held back the urge to grin like a fool.

Omega - Range to Library - Cheeks

Madison sat in a high oak, looking down at the archery range. Foliage had began to fill the tree again, and the leaves ruffled with each slight breeze. The girl shivered and rubbed her exposed arms to keep herself warm. All she had was a thin, black tank-top with the school's "X" symbol on it. The girl held her bow in hand, plucking the string and making the same note ring out over and over again. The girl had found her time limited lately, what with catching up in all of her classes--which she blamed McCoy's massive workload for. She tried to make it out to the range whenever possible, but was now content to watching Narcissa shoot. Madison was only in the tree to avoid the blond. Her hair, like the leaves, had been growing back. Everything pushed forward no matter what. She wished that for once things could just stop so that she could catch her breath.
That did not seem likely, now, with her and her team being put up on the news, riots breaking out, and the state and federal government moving against mutants. Boston, her own home town, was in flames. She had left the town due to anti-mutant sentiments, but riots spawning in Quincy Market and in Southie had reached national news. She always hated how a city so diverse, so progressive, could sink so far backwards when it came to viewing mutants. She had nearly vomited when she found out her father's company was endorsing an anti-mutant Senator.
When Narcissa left the range, Madison popped down out of the tree, and grabbed her sweatshirt which she had left on a stump. Throwing it on, she walked slowly back towards the mansion.

Maddy gave a slight nod of acknowledgment to Aren and Dominik. Aren, at least, was another she had been avoiding, what with his questionable attachment to Narcissa. The black haired girl went about, setting her computer down on the table and booting it up while she took out the diagrams she needed to study for McCoy. She was seriously regretting taking so many classes with him. She loved the blue guy like another crazy uncle, but her mind was overflowing with pictures of alien cardiovascular systems. Senioritis had set in not a week after they had returned from Nathan Leblanc's nightmare. "Bloody Gallifreyans, and your two hearts, and your regeneration," she mumbled to herself.
Still, Aren went on talking despite the clear indication that one should be silent in the library. Maddy sighed, trying to keep herself calm again. She could, of course, give him the website that held all the answers to the government questions they used at Xavier's-- she had had the class two years ago and knew-- but then again that would be far too easy. She had to work her cheeks off to get her grades, and misery loves company.
The girl's hand twisted themselves through her hair as she started mouthing the words listed before her over and over again.

Omega - Wakey, wakey. Steak, eggs, and bakey


It had been sometime since things had returned to normalcy… again. All in all, Christian was getting a bit tired of being whisked away to different realities. He much preferred the real world above anywhere else. Naturally, when they were deposited in that lake near a month prior, all he could do was splash around and laugh like a maniac. They were home AND he had his head attached. If that wasn’t a good enough reason to be excited, then Goddamn him for being a fool.

They were on break though, thank the heavens. Christian definitely needed some time to not worry about doing anything school or class related at all. That didn’t mean he was going to abandon his normal morning routines. Every day at 6:30 am, he crawled his narrow behind out of bed for a brisk four-mile run, this day being no exception. And true to form, when he was done exhausting himself on his run, he stole away into the gym for a good hour session with the weights, both free and on the universal machine.

It was roughly mid-morning by the time he’d gotten himself cleaned up and changed after completing his routine. Stepping out of his now shared room, Christian was clad in a pair of jeans, a long-sleeve thermal shirt with a random Soundgarden t-shirt on top of that. And of course, he wouldn’t be going anywhere without his trusty ‘shitkickin’ boots strapped to his feet.

Walking to.. wherever it was he was going to, he felt and heard his stomach rumbling something fierce. Something about working out for three straight hours would do that to a person. But breakfast was most assuredly in the cards for him. He greeted a few of the senior instructors in the Institute as he meandered towards the kitchen, doing what he could to be civil and sociable. But the hunger he felt… was too much to ignore anymore.

To his amazement, there was no one currently in the kitchen at all. But someone was there not too long ago. The dirty dishes in the sink and the smells of already cooked foods told him that much. Oh well, seemed he missed the first round of breakfast and he’d have to clean those dishes if he wanted to make something for himself.

While he was cutting himself some strips off a rather large chunk of beef tenderloin, he had a very… weird thought. Normally, if breakfast was being cooked, it would attract a whole gaggle of people… usually wanting to beg food off of him. Some people, he didn’t mind sharing with, namely his close friends Raine and Sophia. Others however, he did so very begrudgingly.

But he wouldn’t cook for anyone else… unless they showed up. He had a feeling no one would, which didn’t bother him at all. Christian did prefer to eat at least one meal in complete and utter solitude. Not that he wouldn’t welcome company if it showed up, it was just a personal quirk of his.

Minutes passed and Christian took his plate laden with steak, bacon and eggs to the table and sat down to eat. Nothing like a good hearty meal to refuel himself after a good workout. As he cut into one of the strips of steak he’d cooked off, Christian saw the tv remote sitting absently on the table and decided to finally catch up on the news. What he saw disgusted him. Especially that braying a**, Beck, calling for the extermination of mutantkind.

Immediately, he shut the television off, the machine being on for only a few moments, but there was a pall over what he thought could have been a delightful breakfast. But he wouldn’t stop eating, though his thoughts began wandering to home.

How many people at his school knew he was a mutant? Would they leave his family alone? Dear God, after all they’d been through the past couple of months, he couldn’t stand the thought of someone harassing his parents or sister. And so he sat in silence, slowly digging into his breakfast… hoping that he could find something to do after he was finished eating to take his mind off of things.

"They don't know...
What I know...
They never seen this side of you...
They Know the lies, I know the truth

(( Heads up: Some of the parts in the beginning posts are events that happened before he went into the lobby. Hope the post altogether sounds alright as well, lol.))