Old World of Darkness Mutant - In Character Post Thread
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				Title: <strong>Old World of Darkness Mutant - In Character Post Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 14:31:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu304/Krysia-Kitty/XMenGame/Xavier-Institute-Logo01.png)</div>It was August and Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was just starting to get things rolling for their fall semester. This included welcoming new students into the fold.&nbsp; Some students were returning, while others had stayed at the school over the summer break. There even was a patient slumbering in the medical lab, after being rescued on the last mission by the X-Men.<br><br>In the registration packet each student was given it that on the first day of new classes there would be a welcoming ceremony for all new and old students a like. School uniforms were required to be worn to this assembly as if it was any of their normal classes. Students have had a chance within the last few days to get settled into the school and socialize a bit with new and old students. <br><br>Students filtered in, teachers began to take their place on stage. Sitting in their usual places for one of these assemblies. Sitting among the teachers was a small child no older then 14 years of age. <br><br>“Good morning everyone. My name is Professor Charles Xavier; I am the Headmaster here at the school. I would like to welcome all of you to the start of our fall semester here. We here at Xavier’s understand what you are going through. We’re here to help you get those answers to your questions you have. Our motto here is ‘mutatis mutandis’ meaning ‘by changing those things which need to be changed’. We all wondered if we would be treated differently because of our gifts. Here we can promise you a safe environment to learn how to control your new abilities and maybe in turn teach others the same thing.” He paused for a moment as if in thought.<br><br>“With that said I would like to introduce the staff who will be assisting me to further you in your educational process this year.”<br><br>He gestured to the first woman sitting in the row and she stood up. Professor X continued speaking, “This is my assistant Headmistress, Iracebeth.” The lady walked over to where Professor X was standing giving the new students a slight smile. <br><br>“Just as our motto speaks of change each one of you will go through your own personal change,” the lady spoke standing there. “You’ll learn the skills not only to be better adapted to social situations but also in your own personal defense. We understand that most people won’t understand the unique gifts we all have, and that there are some out there think it’s a bad thing. It is not.” There was a thoughtful pause within Iracebeth, “Your staff,” as she motions to the rest of the people sitting behind her, “Have come together once again to bring you and everyone here a wonderful semester.” She bows slightly to the students taking a step back.<br><br>Professor X speaks once again, “We here at the school would like to welcome you once again. We do hope that you enjoy the banquet that was prepared in your honor. Thank you and enjoy the semester at the institute.”<br><br>The small social gathering that was called was over and done with quickly. Students were shown where the banquet hall was, which was the cafeteria of the school. Food lined the tables along the walls with just about anything a person would want for breakfast. It was shaping up to be a very good start of the school semester.
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				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 01:42:25</strong>
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				<em>“KATHLEEN RUN AWAY” a voice came out as she was on her room, the voice of her mother who was crawling up the stairs with blood trailing a path as she tried her best to get to her daughter’s room. Kathleen rushed outside her room to see her mother with her last desperate efforts succumb down to the floor. Rushing to her mother she picked her up and placed her on her lap, “Mom… please don’t go… I…I don’t know what to do… Please mom don’t leave me….”. Her mother groaned and raised a bloody hand to slowly caress her own daughters face, “D..Dear Kat… I…I will always be with you”. Her hand trailed down to the girls chest, “In here….” Then it went up to her head, “and in here”. The hand from her mother dropped down as her life slipped away from her. Tears flew down from the girls eyes as she began screaming her mothers name. Hugging the dead body of her own mother she cried her heart out as she heard footsteps going upstairs, two men in swat suits entered the building and tried to remove the girl from the body of her mother. The girl screamed and screamed she did not wanted to be separated from her mother. One of the soldiers grabbed his weapon and pointed right to the girls head, pure fear was obvious on the girl as she looked at the barrel of the gun and time slowed down, she saw the finger of the man pull the trigger, the bullet began to move forward as she let out a sharp scream then everything went black.</em><br><br>She opened her eyes, she was on something warm, it was a bed. She looked around and instantly sat down on the bed. On her arm was some sort of drug dropping into her veins, instantly she ripped it out from her arm and fell down to the floor. Her body was still weak because of the lack of food, she looked around and the only thing she could see to use as a weapon was the bloody needle she just ripped out from her arm. Grabbing the needle she crawled to the door and tried to open it. The door was closed and she was trapped in yet another room. She whimpered to herself as she tried to identify the room she was in, it was obviously not the cell room she used to be in or any other room she was forced to stay in the facility. She cried out as she thought that she would be the subject again to more torture and pain coming from the hands of those men. A freak like her should not exist, after all that was what she was told time and time again, the only purpose to a freak of nature like her was to locate other freaks of nature and let the government capture them.<br><br>She did not knew where she was at, the only thing she knew was that she needed to protect herself from those mad men. Crawling under the bed she held the needle close to her body so if anybody came near her she could stick the needle on their skin and run away, it would not hurt much but the distraction could serve as a way for her to run away. Groaning she looked at the lower part of the door and waited for somebody to arrive.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old World of Darkness Mutant - In Character Post Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jin</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 13:55:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i785.photobucket.com/albums/yy134/Jinhitomi/Characters/Kouryu01.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Kouryu Saito</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Stealthy Combat Mutant</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">Initiative Roll Bonus: 6 </span></div><hr><br><br>Kouryu Saito was walking toward the assembly when he heard some new kid speaking to him, not that he cared really. He met the gaze with an icy glare of his own. Not being intimidated at all. "Don't really give a shit. Baka." The first part was in English and the last word Japanese.&nbsp; This of course was said as he kept walking<br><br>He watched the assembly as he had been required to do every single year. As soon as they dismissed the students, he was gone towards the cafeteria. He figured on getting some food before heading out to do his training. <br><br>When he got to the cafeteria he gathered some food from the banquet tables. Then he headed to his normal table in the cafeteria. Quiet meal then there would be training till he couldn’t stand anymore. That was Ko’s routine for the last two years. This was the plan unless his group of people decided to join him at the table and distract him from his idea of how the training would go. <br><br>Kitty, Jean, and Storm had all told him he needed to open up, and be friendlier. Well he didn’t see much point in that at all. He had his select group of people he knew, and even they could be considered a weakness by his enemies. He had one year left at Xavier’s then he would go about getting his vengeance. It wasn’t hard to sense the hatred within his heart, probably what had all the student mentors worried. He said a small prayer before he would begin eating. He did watch carefully as the other students were making their way around and socializing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old World of Darkness Mutant - In Character Post Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 14:29:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Mateus Frost</span></div><br>(http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/8809/dsnowwhitesa0.jpg)<br><br>A crown does not a queen make. The best royal grooming means nothing without the proper culmination of power. Such would be Mateus' lamentations as his mind and spirit constantly wondered why the life he was supposed to have was not the one he had. In some ways his manor exuded the thousands of years back his memory stretched. In just as many others he was the epitome of young adulthood: The rebellion against his parents, the constant desire to establish his identify the way he saw it, the necessity of learning the skills with which to move alone with his life. Among the outcasts of&nbsp; Xaviers academy his situation was unique, though his struggle was still the same. Even if he denied it.<br><br>“Do they really think that making me dress&nbsp; like all these children will make me look and think like them as well?” Mateus said to his companion Valdemar, his voice like ice wrapped in velvet. He slid his pale body into a lascivious black gown that had cost more then some people's vehicles. It was vestige of the depraved decadence he was used to but cut off from. His wealth was limited to the few solid investments he had made in the past couple years and while that was impressive to most high school students it wasn't much. His hair might have been perfumed with imported oils and his lingerie trimmed with the fur of endangered species, but his jewels were just pretty replicas practical, things like a car were not his.<br><br>“They're comfy. Better then the same rotting animal skin for six months out of the year.”&nbsp; Valdemar said, the memory of his life still fresh in his mind. He wondered what trouble his master was going to instigate. Many people assumed Mateus was female when they saw him, but when he purposely cultivated a female appearance it usually meant he was scheming something. <br><br>“I'll dance to their tune, but I'm going to exchange these clunky garments for something that shows my assets better.” Mateus, code name Black Tyrant, applied a quick coat of mascara and sauntered out of his room into the hall. Every set of eyes he passed he looked into gauging which women felt enough of an equal and which men enough of an alpha to not immediately look at the floor. …<br><br><br><br>… At the front office Mateus smiled at the red haired woman behind the desk. “Hi, these was a little mistake with my uniforms. Someone gave me the men's by mistake.”&nbsp; Outwardly Jean Grey would not have thought the exotic young woman talking to her was really a young man but something edged her into scanning Mateus' surface thoughts. The Black Tyrant's natural defenses against psychics were fairly robust, yet for someone like Jean they were simple enough to overcome.<br><br>Any questions Jean might have had were melted away quickly enough when she realized who she was speaking to. She already had personally expected Mateus to be one of the more trouble prone students. It was a blessing that they had figured out what he was and got him into the school and away from the influence of the sorceress Selene. The world was a more vile place just from one. Having another was a terrifying prospect. Especially when the young man before her was capable of being taught to make his own choices.<br><br>He wasn't exactly proving himself to be easy to handle by creating an elaborate deception to exchange his uniform rather then asking outright. She would have approved it either way. <br><br>“Okay Miss Frost. I'll have more appropriate garments sent up to your room” Jean said, agreeing but covertly letting him know she was well aware who he was.&nbsp; He moved gracefully back to his room angry at his own inability to block her contact with his mind.<br><br>Oh the way back through the halls he ran into an male student of obvious Asian heritage. The boy looked like someone wanted to avoid attention and notice. He was probably on his way to the assembly as Mateus was running a little late&nbsp; “It seems I might be a little late”, he said&nbsp; giving as smoldering glance directly at Kouryu. His, or her as the case may seem, voice had no emotion, as if being late was just written in reality rather than any poor timing on his part. He moved along without further talking to the young man. Simply noting his reaction since loners have to be profiles individually rather then by their friends. <br><br>It didn't take him long to change into the skirt, heels, and top that were waiting for him. He augmented what he could by wearing a pair of black evening gloves on his arms and spiderweb stockings over his smooth white legs. It wasn't much of an improvement over the initial male issue uniforms, but it certainly had more sex appeal. He still was unlikely to be seen as anything other then a beautiful young woman,&nbsp; though it didn't matter. The beautiful part was all he had wanted to achieve, and having done that every one elses perception was their own.<br><br><br>He really didn't miss much of the assembly or the speech. Seeing some of the teaching staff felt like the reopening of old wounds. He remembered all of Selene's hatreds and grudges as if they were his. Some foggy or warped, but it was all&nbsp; his enough. As the students migrated to the cafeteria he prowled along. He was a social monster after all and had been anxious to meet other students. There was also a morbid curiosity in him wondering about how the academy planned to cater to his “special needs diet”. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old World of Darkness Mutant - In Character Post Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 07:13:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi54.tinypic.com/2m2w4fr.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Marcus Sucram</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Mutant Type: Speed Bump</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">Initiative Roll Bonus: 6</span></div><hr>Marcus sat as patiently as he could through the opening ceremony. As always adults were way too long winded for his liking during these types of events. With a combination of yawning and fidgeting with his shoes he managed to stay awake through it.<br><br>Finally after droning on for what seemed like ages the pontiffs on the stage finished pontificating and dismissed the masses to do as they pleased. Standing and stretching Marcus tried to banish the fog that was starting to cloud his brain. Looking around he realized that everyone was starting to go to the mess hall. Oh yeah, the big wigs did mention a breakfast feast. Feast, ah food, that should wake him up some more.<br><br>Marcus continued to force the speech induced lethargy to leave him be by walking to the mess hall. When he crossed the threshold to the feasting area the sight of all the food triggered a memory. The nurse of the infirmary asked him to do something today when he saw her yesterday after his last training session. What was it again? And what was her name? His brain just did not want to function this morning.<br><br>He waited in the line and tapped his foot impatiently, more perturbed in the fact that he couldn't remember what he was supposed to for Althea. Oh yeah Althea was the nurse's name it was starting to come back to him. As he reached for a plate he had his total recall moment. "That's it!" He said a little louder than he meant to startling those around him a bit.<br><br>He grabbed a second plate and made his way through the buffet. On one plate he put sausage, waffles, pancakes and scrambled eggs. On the other he put a couple bananas, some rice cakes, a small bowl of fried apples with cinnamon, and some french toast with a hint of maple syrup. Juggling the two plates he some how snagged a glass of milk and one of apple juice. He wrapped up two sets of plastic silverware in napkins and stuck them in his back pocket. With his hands full he left the buffet and started to walk towards the door leaving the mess hall.<br><br>He nodded to Kouryu as he passed. "I catch ya next time." Then proceeded to walk out of the mess hall dodging an weaving through and giving no more of an explanation of where he was going.<br><br>Soon he arrived at his destination a closed door in the infirmary. He gave a stout knock announcing his presence, "Room service! I'm coming in please be sure you're decent." With that he gently pressed the button to open up the door. Still holding a glass in each hand with a plate of food delicately balanced on top of it he walked cautiously into the room.<br><br>Althea had asked him to bring a plate of food to the schools newest guest as she figured she would be waking up this morning after several days. He did remember her directions and brought a plate of food that could be easily digested by someone who hadn't had real food for several days. Here's hoping she is awake and able to eat. It sure would be a shame to waste all this delicious food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old World of Darkness Mutant - In Character Post Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 07:38:57</strong>
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				Kathleen saw the door open and her heart stopped for a moment. She had no idea what to do she just knew one thing, this guy was a mutant. She needed to concentrate if she wanted to find out his abilities which at the moment she did not really cared. When he came closer to the bed she took the needle and tried to stick it on his leg. She wanted to run away, she wanted to be free. Little did she know that she was already free and she was just making things difficult for herself. Being locked inside a facility for seven years could do some serious damage to a girl and she had that and much more. Even if she could not manage to stick the needle in him she made to the door. She needed to get out of here and fast. <br><br>As she got out the door she gasped at the sight, this was not the facility, not by a long shot. This place was much more advanced that she thought that she would just transferred over a new facility. She could feel mutants all around her, what was this place? Why there was so many mutants in here?. Without a time to waste she dashed through the halls of the place, with what little she had of clothes and barefoot. Her body showing signs of abuse from years ago but those wounds were healing slowly. She groaned as she hoped that the mutant that was on the room would not grab her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old World of Darkness Mutant - In Character Post Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 09:49:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi54.tinypic.com/2m2w4fr.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Marcus Sucram</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Mutant Type: Speed Bump</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">Initiative Roll Bonus: 6</span></div><hr>Marcus would flinch at the sudden attack more so than any real pain and drop one the plates he was carrying on to the floor. Althea would have him scrubbing the floor with a tooth brush because of this stupid mistake. Alas the plate he dropped was the one he had intended to eat himself.<br><br>Hastely he placed the other plate on the two glasses he brought on a side table and took off after the would be flasher. He simply could not let her get down to where the general population was with next to nothing on. Quickly turning around Marcus freed the needle from his leg in the first few steps and tossed it to the side of the room. Sprinting after the mystery figure yelling, "Wait Miss! Please stop! You haven't been cleared to leave the recovery area yet!"<br><br>Soon Marcus had caught up to the would be escapee and firmly wrapped her up in a firm bear hug and planted his feet making him neigh immovable. He had caught up with her as she got insight of the elevator doors.<br><br>"Please don't struggle. I'm sure you're scared and hungry. I've brought you a plate of food and would like to hear your story. I don't want to hurt a fellow student if I can avoid it, so please don't struggle and come back to your room quietly."<br><br>Marcus waited for a reaction from the mystery lady.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old World of Darkness Mutant - In Character Post Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 10:01:26</strong>
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				Her heart froze once she felt some strong hands wrapped around her tiny and weak body, she felt shivers went down her spine as she knew that the next thing that would happen was more torture. “P..Please don’t hurt me… I…I will do whatever you want just don’t hurt me anymore”. Her body was out of strength as she just remained standing because of the man hugging her. “I..I will locate whoever the hell you want to just please don’t torture me anymore I beg you”. Her mind was still fixated on the thought that she was still on the bad place with all those bad people never crossed her mind that she was actually on a safe place.<br><br>There was one word that came out from his mouth that made her stop, student. <em> Why the hell would he call me a student? I was kidnapped from school and never returned why the hell would he think I am a student</em>. She looked down as she gave up the fighting, “I…I…where am I? this is not the facility… why there are so many mutants in this place? Over 50? Why the hell would you keep so many mutants in a location like this?”. Without even noticing she revealed a fact about her abilities, she could identify that this place was full of mutants and the number went beyond fifty in less than twenty seconds. She was a genius in all sense of the world. When she calmed down she nodded at him, “This it’s not the facility… where am I?”.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 08:59:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi54.tinypic.com/2m2w4fr.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Marcus Sucram</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Mutant Type: Speed Bump</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">Initiative Roll Bonus: 6</span></div><hr>When she stopped struggling Marcus let out an audible sigh of relief and relaxed his hold on her to just a light hand on the shoulder. After he gently turned her around so she could face him he lifted her chin so that she could look him in the eyes.<br><br>"As I stated before, I never wanted to hurt you to begin with. My name's Marcus." He gently lead her by the hand back towards the room she started and walked backwards the entire way, with a glance over his shoulders every now and then so as not to run into a wall or door or anything else for that matter. "As to answer some of your questions. Specifically you are in the infirmary."<br><br>"This infirmary," he said in his best tour guide voice, "directed by the gracious Althea, is attached to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Each one of the students, yourself included, is unique in our own special way." Back in his normal relaxed tones, "Well, that is what they said in this mornings welcoming diatribe at least. Today is the first day of the new school term and not long ago we had our welcome back ceremony."<br><br>By now they had arrived back at her room the door still open and the spilled food, broken glass plate and all still on the floor. "Oh my, I can't have you walking across this mess. Please excuse my invasion of your personal space." He stated as he closed the gap between the two of them and quickly scooped her up in to his arms, before she could object. Marcus then proceeded to walk the rest of the way to her bed with her in his arms. Marcus lightly set her down on the bed before he stepped back and continued.<br><br>"Where was I again? Oh yes, please try some of our welcome to school feast." He said with a smile on his face as he handed her the plate he made for her and then slid over the bed side table while he withdrew one set of plastic wear from his back pocket, still wrapped and placed it on the table for her to use. "If you have any more questions I'll do my best to answer them. And when you are ready, I would still like to hear your story." He placed the final piece of the breakfast, the glass of apple juice, on the table for her to enjoy at her leasure and crossed to the one chair in the room for visitors and sat down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old World of Darkness Mutant - In Character Post Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 09:25:31</strong>
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				Kat stopped fighting, somehow she sensed that this person wasn’t going to hurt her, perhaps he was the only good guy in this place. She walked with him, all the time she was looking down a little bit too ashamed to even look up at him after what she did. Once she was at the doorstep she frowned looking at all the spilled food that she caused him, “I….I can tell it was my fault…”. Gasping out loud as she was picked up and taken with care until the bed. The food that was left in the plate was offered to her and she hungrily took all of it. It was quite awhile before she tasted real food and not microwave food. The food was delicious as she finished it all very quickly and took a long sip of juice. Her smile quickly went to frown as she remembered what happened to her seven years ago. <br><br>“I…I am a freak, at least that is what they said over and over again. My name when I was with them was freak, or freak of nature or monster. I… I…I ….I can sense and basically search for people like me and you, I can locate every mutant on the planet and identify their powers and abilities if I concentrate enough. They wanted me to use my powers to locate other mutants so they could be…cleansed. I said no, I did not understood what was happening why people were telling me that I was a monster and a freak. All of the sudden I realize what I could do, I blacked out and saw the entire planet in black and white, little red dots appearing all over the world.&nbsp; I….I knew instantly what It was, people like me and like you. I know that in this place there is over fifty mutants, ten or so are more than level 3”.<br><br>Once she calmed down she looked at him and her eyes became white. She looked at him and smiled, taking a deep breath she began to tell him two of his powers. She knew everything about those two powers from how they activated to their weakness and power level. She smiled as she looked at the empty cup of juice and whimpered she was still thirsty.<br><br>(I rolled and krysia saw my roll, so I get to know two of your powers Bayne :) )<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old World of Darkness Mutant - In Character Post Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alliance</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 19:44:02</strong>
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				There was something electric about the academy as new and old students poured into the facility. He enjoyed the cool busy mornings, but only as an observer and not someone who actively participated in it. It would be yet another year where he spent his summer at the academy in the dorms. His parents no longer wanted him and the academy became a second home. To bad this was his last year here, at twenty he would have to find someway to function elsewhere. But how could he really? These thoughts that cradled his idle, young mind were not private. He could feel in the plain scape of his very own conscious another person behind him. All though at current they were in his mind, they were also physical. One of the same. They were him and they were not. Freakshow was an alien symbiote whom found himself a home, nestling in Micheal's genetic mutant DNA.<br><br>Neither of them could separate from one another even if they wished to.&nbsp; He could feel Freakshow's large silhouette behind him and he turned around in the very conscious, confines of his own mind. He stared at Freakshow, all though to most in the outside world of his mind would think he was just a weirdo spacing out in front of a window.<br><br><em>"Don't feel to bad," Freakshow said.<br><br>"Coming from you that sounds horrible," Micheal said.</em><br><br>His mind wasn't very impressive. He had remember reading that within your own plain scape you could create a whole entire imaginary world. But for him it was blank, just him and Freakshow forced to stare at each other in harsh shadowed light. <br><br><em>"How could that be horrible?" Freakshow said.<br><br>"It just means I'm stuck with you," Micheal paused and lowered his voice before adding, "And I have no real way of leashing you."</em><br><br>"Micheal," said a voice rippling from the outside world into his mind, "Micheal."<br><br>He seemed to wake from a dreary and spacey dream as he continued to stare out the window. When he turned to see who had called his name he had almost bumped into one of the vases on the decorative tables. She was a beautiful girl, Elizabeth Jone Walker, he had asked her out once. But Freakshow appeared in the middle of the date. It had startle her that she ran out on him. Her beautiful auburn hair fell over her shoulder in beautiful cascades, like a waterfall. Her hair glimmered and shined with great glory, her olive skin and strange blue eyes pierced into his soul. She was still so beautiful, but Micheal had no way of talking to her since things had always been on the awkward side since Freakshow's appearance.<br><br>"You okay?" she asked, "You look pale?"<br><br>"I'm fine,"Micheal said, "Summer?"<br><br>"Mine was good," she said with a smile, "You?"<br><br>"I stayed here, so the usual academic and studious," Micheal said.<br><br>"You ready to leave the academy?" she asked.<br><br>"Not particularly," Micheal huffed, "I wish they had a college program. I cannot really function in the real world."<br><br><em>When the other half of me likes to appear whenever he pleases</em>, he wanted to add. She smiled and then her friends called her over. She waved goodbye and it was Micheal and Freakshow again. In the dark, empty plain scape of the prison that was his mind.<br><em><br>"She's pretty," Freakshow said.<br><br>"You ruined my chances with her," Micheal said.<br><br>"How could I do that?"<br><br>"How didn't you do that? Is more of the question."<br><br>"Look anyone that is to be dated, We're dating them so I had to make sure she was the right type," <br><br>"We have two completely different views of woman!" </em><br><br>Something rippled through the black background and Micheal snapped back to his reality. He had found himself walking towards the cafeteria like a mindless drone. With no recollection of ever even preparing to start here. A young man who must have been waiting upon him had bumped into him. His expression was pained and distorted.<br><br>"Watch it!" the boy shrieked making his way back to the cafeteria table with his spork.<br><br>"Punk," Freakshow said through Micheal.<br><br>"What did you just say?" asked the boy.<br><br>"Nothing," Micheal replied.<br><br>Whenever it happened it felt like to conscious molding together, but Micheal's own will, soul, and personality seemed to switch in the back of the prison walls of the conscious. He was now staring at the back of Freakshow. He was going to get him in trouble again it appeared. <br><br><em>"Don't do anything," Micheal said knowing that his pleas would be ignored.</em><br><br>"I am Freakshow," growled the large black and purple alien out in the physical world.<br><br>------<br><br>Freakshow always enjoyed the sensation of the outside. It seemed to stimulate his brain very quickly. He required a more active world that buzzed and zinged around, it kept him focused. If things were still and silent and were not moving Freakshow could never seem to really handle it. He was tall and rather bulky and muscular. With four arms he was very noticeable everyone was staring at him in a hush kind of silent. Some were afraid and even the boy who had been rude, there was a scent. Fear. The young man quivered in the presence of Freakshow. He made his way and tried to sit on the cafeteria table, but most things for his size were never a perfect fit.<br><br>The boy who had gotten mad with about a spork got up quickly and ran away. Freakshow laughed.<br><br>"Ahahahaa," Freakshow said.<br><em><br>"Good you made him run, can I come back?" Micheal asked, "Sometime now. So I don't get in trouble."</em><br><br><em>"Look Micheal," Freakshow said, "He left his breakfast."<br><br>"You have to be kidding me," Micheal said, "Let's go back now."<br><br>"I just got out," Freakshow said.<br><br>"Yeah well you don't have any clothes," Micheal said.<br><br>"Doesn't matter I am an alien lifeform," <br><br>"And don't eat his food," Micheal said.</em><br><br>With one of his hands he slid the breakfast over to his side. Freakshow laughed. Micheal was a health nut as well as a vegan. Freakshow was not. Several times Micheal has tried to feed Freakshow something horrible. <br><br><em>"Not horrible, good for you," Micheal said.<br><br>"Rawr," Freakshow said.<br><br>"Oh you don't like it when your "private" thoughts are interrupted," Micheal said, "Should I say something Freaky right about now? You shouldn't think we are one of the same my thoughts are your thoughts."</em><br>&nbsp;<br>Freakshow stared around the stimulated outside and shrugged. If any teachers came into play it would be Micheal in trouble and not him. He dived into the pancakes. And laughed in his deep voice, still noticing all the stares from everyone else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old World of Darkness Mutant - In Character Post Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayne</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 07:18:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://oi54.tinypic.com/2m2w4fr.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">Marcus Sucram</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Mutant Type: Speed Bump</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">Initiative Roll Bonus: 6</span></div><hr>When she started to eat Marcus remembered the spilled food on the floor and quietly got up and pressed an until now inconspicuous button on the side of the room and a door opened up in the wall to reveal a full bathroom. Once the door opened up Marcus silently got out some cleaning supplies and cleaned up the mess he'd made on the floor.<br><br>As she started to speak Marcus wrapped up his cleaning and sat down again to listen to her story. He nodded at parts remembering how it was before he left his home town. But when she started to describe a couple of his abilities like; how he could quickly heal from most woulds in a matter of moments and how his ability to increase his own body mass was not under complete control and tied to his anxiety level to a degree, his eyes opened wide for a moment before going back to his normal expression.<br><br>"You did say you were quite talented in your perception of people like us and I have definitely got to believe that now as a fact and not a boast." He chuckled a bit, no one knew about how his control went a bit hay wire in tense situations but his staff mentor.<br><br>He stood back up and picked up the glass of milk from the chest of drawers where he had placed it so hastily when he first entered the room and placed it on her bed side table. "If you you're still thirsty feel free to drink up. Around here the students keep talking about what codenames or aliases they would use if they were to join the X-men. Until such time as you feel comfortable enough to give me your name would it be alright if I called you Ms. Delphi? After the oracle priestesses of Delphi of ancient Greek Mythology."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Old World of Darkness Mutant - In Character Post Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 08:00:42</strong>
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				She shrugged and shook her head, “It’s not that I don’t want to give you my name, it’s just that I don’t remember it quite frankly. I been seven years with people calling me freak and all sorts of bad names that I don’t… even remember mine”. She was surprised to see the bathroom in the corner of the room, she was so used to do her necessities with other people that a bathroom was something wonderful to see, wonderful indeed. “Y…you can call me whatever you want….” she stood up and walked to the bathroom and saw at herself in the mirror. She seemed so much different than what she remembered, gently touching her face she tried to remember something about her past but it was a big blur. <br><br>Taking a deep breath she looked back at the man that helped her for the first time in quite awhile. She had all of her emotions bottled up inside of her but she knew all those emotions needed to come out sometime. Walking back to the bed she sat on it and hugged her knees, “It was awful, they did so many things to me so I could help them, the last thing I remember before waking up in&nbsp; here was they injecting me with something and then me blacking out, the next thing I know I…I woke up in here”.&nbsp; She wanted to go out but wearing nothing but a long shirt would make her stand out. She looked around and sighed obviously tired of being in a closed space like this.<br>
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