<div align="center">(http://img546.imageshack.us/img546/9449/uncannyxmenvol1449textl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>CHARACTER SHEET<br/><br/>Name: Ororo Munroe<br/><br/>Nom De Guerre: Storm<br/><br/>Sex: Female<br/><br/>Height: 5'11"<br/><br/>Weight: 127 lbs<br/><br/>Hair: White<br/><br/>Eyes: Blue, sometimes white when her powers are active<br/><br/>Place of Birth: Cairo, Egypt<br/><br/>Current Nationality: American<br/><br/>Known Relatives: Ashake (ancestor, deceased), unidentified paternal grandfather, Harriet Munroe (paternal grandmother), unidentified maternal grandmother, David Munroe (father, deceased), N’dare Munroe (mother, deceased), unidentified paternal aunt (deceased), Colonel Shetani (maternal uncle), David Munroe Jr. (nephew)<br/><br/>Current Occupation: Adventurer<br/><br/>Current Place of Residence: <br/><br/>Affiliations: Formerly the X-Men<br/><br/>Hobbies: Gardening<br/><br/>Origin of Powers: Mutant<br/><br/>Strength Level: <br/><br/>FIGHTING: Monstrous<br/>AGILITY: Amazing<br/>STRENGTH: Typical<br/>ENDURANCE: Unearthly<br/>REASON: Remarkable<br/>INTUITION: Remarkable<br/>PSYCHE: Unearthly<br/><br/>HEALTH: 231<br/>KARMA: 160<br/><br/>RESOURCES: Shift 0<br/>POPULARITY: Remarkable<br/><br/><br/>POWERS: <br/>Immortality - Storm has become immortal due to her merging with a cosmic power.  She cannot be killed though she is still vulnerable to Endurance loss.  <br/>Life Support - Storm has no need to eat, drink or breath, and may survive in hostile environments such as the bottom of the ocean or deep space indefinitely. <br/>Body Resistance - Storm possesses Incredible resistance to physical and energy damage due to merging with a cosmic power.<br/>Weather Control - Storm has the ability to manipulate existing weather, reducing it if she wishes at Shift X ability. <br/>*Lightning Blast - Storm can summon lightning bolts of up to a range of 10 areas for up to Shift X damage.<br/>*Winds - Storm can call forth intense winds of up to Unearthly intensity. <br/>*Weather Resistance - Storm has Shift X protection from the harmful effects of natural weather or weather that she has manipulated. <br/>*Weather Prediction: Unearthly<br/>*Create Fog: Unearthly<br/>Invulnerability - Storm possesses Class 1000 resistance to Cold and Mental Attacks.<br/>Flight: Storm can manipulate planetary winds and fly with up to 5 passengers at up to Shift Z speeds.  In space, she is capable of manipulating solar/cosmic winds and achieving Class 3000 (interplanetary) speeds. <br/>Cosmic Awareness - Storm is partially in touch with the very cosmos, and can sometimes fosuc to gain information about certain things.  She must make a Psyche FEAT roll and get a yellow result.  A white result means the flood of information is overwhelming and she is stunned for 1-10 rounds.<br/><br/><br/>LIMITATIONS:<br/>Storm's Weather Manipulation powers are tied to her emtions and she can find herself subconsciously manipulating things without even knowing it.<br/><br/>Storm also suffers from extreme claustrophobia.  She must make a red Psyche FEAT roll when forced into enclosed places or begin to panic.<br/><br/><br/>TALENTS:<br/>Leadership, Resist Domination, Lockpicking, Slieght of Hand, Escapology, Knives, Guns, Aerial Combat, Martial Arts A C, Multi-Lingual: Russian, English, Kenyan, Attractive<br/><br/><br/>HISTORY:  For many years she had a home. A home that was comfortable and familiar, surrounded by faces she had known for years. Friends, perhaps even more than friends. It was not something she had seriously thought about. Life was comfortable if a little hectic at times. She was a mentor, a teacher, a friend, and a companion if need-be. And she always had her greenhouse. The slightly uncomfortable heat and the fragrant air was always a refuge from quarreling students, and responsibility.<br/><br/>She was a mutant, like everyone else around her. She had the ability to at will control the weather around her, to summon bolts of lightning, to will a soft drizzle into existence. If she was not careful her very mood could trigger various weather phenomenon around her. She had lost her parents when she was very young. A mother and a father she loved dearly. Her childhood was not ideal, she was taken advantage of, she learned how to do things that were not exactly something a young woman -should- be doing with her life. It all changed when the bald man in the wheelchair found her, for the second time, and provided her a chance to become something more.<br/><br/>It was not until that world started to shatter and splinter that she had to make a choice, a decision. A decision that no one wants to make, that no one should be forced to make. Does she stay and protect her friends, those who she considers family. Or does she leave and possibly save reality as it -was-. She was not unfamiliar with the 'big picture' with putting personal feelings aside to do what must be done, to do what is right. And that is the decision it made. Even though it tore at her heart and her soul she abandoned her friends, her family to face a great evil, alone.<br/><br/>Chaos in it's purest form, which would tear the fabric of the multi-verse apart at it's core. Not just one reality would end but they -all- would. She knew she was called to face this, but how? Her powers as formidable as they were... posed no challenge to this force of pure chaos. It is when she saw the crystal a Shard of Harmony that she began to understand. It -sang- to her with a melody unheard for generations but it pulled at the deepest parts of her being, her very -blood-.<br/><br/>As the word began to tear itself apart, reality began to shatter that she took a hold of the crystal and plunged it into her chest. In that moment, the woman she was died.<br/><br/>Only to be reborn in a great flash of blinding light. The light, whatever it -was- banished the darkness, the chaos and pressed the splintered pieces of the multi-verse back together. When she awoke everything was different. She could -feel- something more within her. She could see what was, what is, and what could possibly be when she closed her eyes and thought hard enough.<br/><br/>Perhaps the world mourned her? She did not know how long she had been on that isolated mountaintop. Did her friends who she willingly abandoned mourn for her loss? Did they care? She did not know. She simply knew she had to be away from this place, at least for now, long enough to understand what happened, to understand -what- she was now.</strong>