<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Charles_Xavier_Wolverine_zps62f8189a.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Charles Xavier<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>The Professor<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium, stage, before moving to the floor.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, Early morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone, Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Charles Xavier allowed his mind to simply settle upon those gathered in the auditorium and drift.  Much like other people simply listened, that was what he was doing.  He wasn’t prying, so to speak, but there was a gentle hum of thought and emotion and like a cipher, he was able to read what no one else on the planet could.  The emotions ran the gamut from excitement to nervousness and from exhilaration to trepidation.  When the pitch of a thought or emotion began to rise above the chorus, he focused his mind on that person and helped them find the calmness within.<br/><br/>Jean had been the first, but his calming presence soon fell over the rest of the students, like a blanket gently settling upon the audience.  The young redhead had been on the breaking point before he had intervened.  It had been nothing more than a helping hand, or a crutch to lean upon; they would stand on their own soon enough.<br/><br/>Xavier steepled his finger in front of him and rested his elbows on the arms of his wheelchair.  The young people gathered before him were truly extraordinary.  He had hand-picked each and every one of the students and had made the recommendations to Director Fury.  Since Fury had trusted Charles, he had approved the individuals.  It was likely that the Director had also seen the potential in this first class.<br/><br/>A pleased smile settled upon Charles’ lips as Nick Fury addressed the students and faculty.  The man had a way with words and an intensity that was possibly a supernatural talent in its own right.  The message was simple and clear.  Since Charles could remember, that was how Fury operated.  It was likely why the man had been placed in charge of an organization as clandestine and powerful as S.H.I.E.L.D.<br/><br/>As Nick exited the stage, Charles nodded to him and began to roll his chair toward the ramp which led to the ground below.  He was eager to talk with the students and to welcome them to the Academy.  The chair picked up speed as it rolled down the ramp and Charles spun it ninety degrees before bringing the chair to a complete halt.  He then slowly rolled toward a few of the youngest students gathered.<br/>