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The date was May 15th, 1972
Reports from numerous doctors and hospitals around the world started to pour into health organizations about strange and new mutations occurring in young men and women. The symptoms were varied and all brought fear to those who knew but didn't understand. In an emergency meeting held deep within the secret coves of Washington DC. President Richard Nixon met with top members in the CIA, FBI, Health Organizations, and other top experts to discuss the matters. What followed was a long, intense discussion over what to do with what was now being referred to as 'the X-gene'. Finally top genetics scientist Dr. Charles Xavier, alongside Dr. Hank McCoy. Came up with a solution, the world might be prepared to except such people with powers, but the possibility of it was realistically slim to not at all possible. Thus using a new program known as Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, shortened into the acronym S.H.I.E.L.D. A program could be established which would essentially work behind the scenes and away from the public. Helping control those with these powers while keeping them out of the public's attention or knowledge.
While just about all in attendance liked the idea, one man very much opposed the plan. Erik Lehnsherr, a man who at a very young age survived the holocaust and at this point a close associate of Xavier's. Felt that mutants shouldn't have to hide themselves from the public just because of something that wasn't their fault. If anything, mutants should be embraced, revered. His strong opinions and an already tense atmosphere lead to issues and after an incident that is closely classified. Erik Lehnsherr has gone missing and not seen since.
When the program began, known simply as “Project X-Men”. The first five people brought in were Scott Summers, Jeanne Gray, Bobby Drake, Warren Worthington III, and Dr. Hank McCoy as an adviser and head of the science and research department. Slowly as time passed the organization grew and blossomed. What once was a single group of a few trained agents has become a world wide network of organizations around the world each holding the same task of helping fellow mutants while ensuring secrecy from the public. The original four agents have all since retired from active work and now either handle administrative work in the organization's HQ, head up training divisions, or have retired peacefully.
As 2015 begins, Project: X-Men starts a new chapter as young agents finish their training in hand-to-hand combat, power control, firearm usage, high speed automotive driving, and other courses. They will begin handling assignments in areas around North and South America. However, Project: X-Men's one naysayer from so long ago is planning to return, and he's bringing madness and anarchy with him.
**Rules/Guidelines:**
1. NO OCS ACCEPTED, only canon Marvel/X-Men characters (see rule 3) are accepted
2. Obey my rulings and decisions. Or else I'll like be sad and stuff... YOU DON'T WANT THAT.
3. While the character has to be canon, you are free to modify them however you please. Rule 63 is allowed (For any given male character, there can be a female version, and vice versa), most importantly though keep powers and codename the same. Otherwise feel free to get creative. Keep in mind though, they are going to be secret agents, if they can't in any way blend into a crowd... they're probably not going to work.
4. While this RP is X-Men focused, you are allowed to bring in characters from the Marvel universe that can fit with the others. Want to bring in a member of the Fantastic Four? Go for it! Think one of the young avengers or grown up Avengers could give it a go? Sure! Think Spider Man would like to be a secret agent? Hell yeah! The only real rule is their power must be mutational based, so a hero like Iron Man would not work at all as is. If you have any questions about that don't be afraid to ask me.
5. If you want to play an X-Men who is already established in the storyline such as Cyclops or Iceman. You can but either just make them a different person who has the same powers for whatever reason, or the son/daughter of whatever character. If you do the later though do not combine powers or change them around, as I consider that just making an OC.
6. The big thing about this RP is that the characters will have specialty suits with special functions, but generally speaking, they will wear normal clothes and special gear that will help them blend in with the normal world when out on missions. So if your character may require such a thing. We can certainly come up with a technological way they can, some artificial appearance modifier or something of the sort.
7. Try to get at least two paragraphs in each post, and post at a reasonable rate. Nothing too crazy, but don't just vanish for whatever reason either please.
8. When you make your profile, don't just copy and paste something from wikipedia or a place like it. It just tells me you don't really care that much about the character and I'm not cool with that. If you're going to use it as a reference for their powers that's one thing. But use your own words for descriptions.
**Roster:**
Quicksilver (Drewvonawesome)
Pixie (Natty)
Rictor (Heathen)
Spider-Man (pyroman)
Sorceress (Whirlwind)
Mystique (Valaryant)
Gambit (AdamantiumWolf)
Invisible Woman (paigesweetheart)
Dr. Fantastic (Drewvonawesome)
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Full name: Pietro Maximoff
Codename: Quicksilver
Age: 22
From: London, England
Mutations: Able to run at speeds close to the speed of sound (770 mph). Has frictional and wind resistance when doing so.
Appearance: 
Special skills: Was trained specifically in jeet kune do for maximum efficiency with high speed attacks. Has more than natural ability in theft and training in breaking security systems.
Background: A foster child since birth, Pietro has always had problems with authority figures. He was constantly caught stealing or causing some other level of mischief. Once his powers manifested however Pietro was on the verge of planning much bigger heists and other crimes to gain enough personal wealth to live well.
This all changed however when he was met with an older man. He claimed he was Pietro's natural father and awaited this moment in the young man's life. The experience for Pietro was all at once confusing and infuriating, but he played along wanting to find out if the old man was speaking the truth. He was brought to an underground bunker in the Midwest US filled with other mutants. Where the old man spoke of their time coming and other cult like things. Pietro was unamused and convinced that if this man WAS his father, that he was better off without him. After making a quick escape he was found by members of the Project. Leaving behind his minor criminal ways was a bit difficult for Pietro, but it became easier as he started to exceed in training and even enjoy himself. All in all this was partially finding his cause in life, and partly rebelling against daddy.
Additional notes: Owns a small one bedroom apartment and a 2014 Hyundai Veloster. Though he likes the car and will use it, he must prefers running. Much MUCH quicker and always more fun to him.
Yeah send the link on over. I'm just chilling and thinking of random crap bored over here.
Yeah still here too, though if this doesn't work out I'm not surprised. The guild's problems would've killed any RP off...
GreenGrenade said
The titanpad has been compromised by a troll.
I will say the guy has sound logic about Tupac's involvement in the Cold War.
Sure give it a shot... not like the RP is going anywhere at the moment...
Er...Never seen Akira, how powerful is he?
Yeah plus I hate how the site doesn't tell you anything when a PM comes in. You have to look at the number of them and see if it goes up any.
I ended up getting a couple board games in Tragedy Looper, Bang!, Sushi Go!, a new soccer ball, Toybox Turbos and WRC Powerslide on Steam, biggest of all a new 32' LED TV.
Pretty good haul. I do agree though we should just move this along. Maybe just aim for the next story to be something simple and fun.
Pretty good haul. I do agree though we should just move this along. Maybe just aim for the next story to be something simple and fun.
CHRISTMAS MERRY
Loki quietly examined the contents of a small chest he had placed up into the bookshelf his room had. Having now just finished inventory of his personal belongings. Deep down he was still hurting a bit on the inside from meeting his new found captain. The trust issue existed as he knew, but he didn't realize the severity of things until he had Nightwing practically breathing death threats down his throat. Hopefully the rest of the team wasn't going to be so disconcerting.
Speaking of, hearing the knock at his door Loki faintly recognized the voice as Bucky Barnes peeked into the room. He had never met the young once sidekick to Captain America, but he had met his mentor plenty of times. Loki gave a faint smile to the man. "Sorry I already ate on the way over..." Loki tried to politely say. "Plus its not so much me worrying about them... 'biting' as you put it. Its more me worrying about my presence around them." Carefully Loki extended a hand out to the man, making sure to not use the hand that would be gripping Bucky's rather fierce looking metal arm. "Loki, God of trickery."
Bucky leaned casually against the doorframe and held out his flesh hand to shake the young man’s. “Bucky Barnes, new Captain America. Still getting used to that title.” He tilted his head slightly as he looked the boy up and down. He didn’t look like a malicious god. He was just a kid. Of course, Bucky had been ‘just a kid’ at one time, too. He knew better than to judge a book by it’s cover.
“If you’re worried about the whole ‘past you being evil’ thing, don’t sweat it. Take it from a guy who knows, it doesn’t help to dwell in your past. You can either sit up here and stew in your regret, or you can go downstairs and start with a clean slate.” James probably knew better than any what it was like to have regret over past action. Even before the Winter Soldier years, he’d suffered survivor’s guilt. When he can Steve would rush into battle with a platoon of men, only to be the only two who survived…
He believed that, if someone truly wanted to change, they should be offered at least one chance at redemption.
Loki gave a faint smile at Bucky's advice as he retracted his hand, having given Bucky a small bow as they shook, a typical gesture in Asgard Loki has never managed to shake. "Suppose so, still I was planning on going to bed early tonight as it was a long trip out. I suppose I can start that clean slate tomorrow." Loki told Bucky as he came up to close the door. "Look forward to working with you, if your mentor is anything to go by I'm not sure if I should be looking forward to your training..." Loki said with a sly smirk.
Bucky let out a laugh. “Steve? Bah, his training is sissy stuff. Guy’s gone soft over the years.” He smirk spread across his face, a joker’s glint in his eye. “Just wait, I’ll show you what a real training session is like.”
James was joking of course, mostly. He did have experience in training soldiers, both for the American army, and for…other people. He supposed teaching these kids how to kill people wasn’t very appropriate. But aside from that, how different could it be?
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning then. Try not to get into trouble; makes me look bad.” With that, James turned and headed off down the hall to his own room. Speaking of training, he should probably hit up the gym before bed. Bucky always slept better after a workout.
As Bucky though started to go into his room he could hear reading aloud as Nightwing had helped himself onto a seat, reading a love letter Bucky had left on his nightstand. "Oooo little love bird aren't you two? I didn't realize Black Widow had that kind of feelings in her." Nightwing teased as he got up from the chair, tossing the letter back over to where it was as he came in for a hug on Bucky. "Hey man you holding up alright so far?"
“What are you doing in my room, you little shit,” Bucky said, halfway defensive, halfway endearing. He snatched the letter and stuffed it into his nightstand drawer. It was something Natasha had left him, telling him about how proud she was of him and yadda yadda. It was the mushy kind of things that you would expect from two lovers. Not two assassins.
He smiled as he turned back and excepted a one-armed hug from Dick, using his other hand to effectively noogie the younger man’s head.
The first time they had met may not have been under the best circumstances, but Bucky had grown to befriend the boy wonder. Dick reminded James of himself when he was younger. He had yet to figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “I’m holding,” He said once he released the boy. “I just keep my head down and keep working, you know how it is.”
That was a bit of an understatement. Bucky’s idea of ‘holding out’ was thrusting himself head first into missions and not giving himself long enough to worry about anything else. He was an army man, born and raised. He coped in the only way he knew how: fighting.
As finally Dick pulled his mask off, stuffing it into the pocket of his suit's jacket. He gave Bucky a pat on the shoulder as his other hand went to fix his hair's mangled state after the noogie. Their friendship was certainly a weird one, as neither Batman or Captain America have ever seen eye to eye. Yet the both of them had histories that had familiarities to them, themes. Still having someone around who at the very least could put up the best fight outside of Batman himself was a great thing for Nightwing, competition was getting softer by the second.
"Yeah, I would've gotten here sooner but things got a bit crazy at the airport when I was trying to leave..." Dick took a seat back onto the chair he had sat in eariler. "Joker stole a small aircraft, Batman's looking into it but his men are out of the loop about this from what I can guess. I had planted a tracker on it but I haven't been able to pick up his signal yet." Nightwing sighed, between this and worrying about the team he had a lot on his plate. Still this was the name of the game and he knew that going in. "Either way I had to take a different flight out to San Fransokyo and drive over to here. Just got here not that long ago."
Bucky shrugged. “Business as usual. I’ve been here for a couple days. Steve and others wanted me to take a break. They think I’ve been working too hard. I say that’s a load of bull, but when Steve Rogers tells you to take a vacation, what can you do?”
It wasn’t a secret that Bucky was incapable of defying the other Cap’s orders. He respected Steve, a lot. It didn’t help that the man was almost always right. About pretty much anything. So if he wanted James to take some time off to play patty cake with a bunch of newbies, then that’s what he’d do.
He didn’t think it was worth mentioning that SHIELD had been very avid about having him there, keeping tabs.
“So how’s old Bats doing, anyway? Still got that permanent scowl?”
"Just the same as usual..." Nightwing replied shaking his head. "So something I was meaning to ask you, Loki. I saw you going into his room... what do you think about it?"
Bucky frowned. He couldn’t say he didn’t see this coming. He understood Dick’s concern, but he stood by his belief that people could change if given the right motivation. “I think he deserves a second chance,” He said, folding his arms loosely. “You seemed to think I did.”
Speaking of, hearing the knock at his door Loki faintly recognized the voice as Bucky Barnes peeked into the room. He had never met the young once sidekick to Captain America, but he had met his mentor plenty of times. Loki gave a faint smile to the man. "Sorry I already ate on the way over..." Loki tried to politely say. "Plus its not so much me worrying about them... 'biting' as you put it. Its more me worrying about my presence around them." Carefully Loki extended a hand out to the man, making sure to not use the hand that would be gripping Bucky's rather fierce looking metal arm. "Loki, God of trickery."
Bucky leaned casually against the doorframe and held out his flesh hand to shake the young man’s. “Bucky Barnes, new Captain America. Still getting used to that title.” He tilted his head slightly as he looked the boy up and down. He didn’t look like a malicious god. He was just a kid. Of course, Bucky had been ‘just a kid’ at one time, too. He knew better than to judge a book by it’s cover.
“If you’re worried about the whole ‘past you being evil’ thing, don’t sweat it. Take it from a guy who knows, it doesn’t help to dwell in your past. You can either sit up here and stew in your regret, or you can go downstairs and start with a clean slate.” James probably knew better than any what it was like to have regret over past action. Even before the Winter Soldier years, he’d suffered survivor’s guilt. When he can Steve would rush into battle with a platoon of men, only to be the only two who survived…
He believed that, if someone truly wanted to change, they should be offered at least one chance at redemption.
Loki gave a faint smile at Bucky's advice as he retracted his hand, having given Bucky a small bow as they shook, a typical gesture in Asgard Loki has never managed to shake. "Suppose so, still I was planning on going to bed early tonight as it was a long trip out. I suppose I can start that clean slate tomorrow." Loki told Bucky as he came up to close the door. "Look forward to working with you, if your mentor is anything to go by I'm not sure if I should be looking forward to your training..." Loki said with a sly smirk.
Bucky let out a laugh. “Steve? Bah, his training is sissy stuff. Guy’s gone soft over the years.” He smirk spread across his face, a joker’s glint in his eye. “Just wait, I’ll show you what a real training session is like.”
James was joking of course, mostly. He did have experience in training soldiers, both for the American army, and for…other people. He supposed teaching these kids how to kill people wasn’t very appropriate. But aside from that, how different could it be?
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning then. Try not to get into trouble; makes me look bad.” With that, James turned and headed off down the hall to his own room. Speaking of training, he should probably hit up the gym before bed. Bucky always slept better after a workout.
As Bucky though started to go into his room he could hear reading aloud as Nightwing had helped himself onto a seat, reading a love letter Bucky had left on his nightstand. "Oooo little love bird aren't you two? I didn't realize Black Widow had that kind of feelings in her." Nightwing teased as he got up from the chair, tossing the letter back over to where it was as he came in for a hug on Bucky. "Hey man you holding up alright so far?"
“What are you doing in my room, you little shit,” Bucky said, halfway defensive, halfway endearing. He snatched the letter and stuffed it into his nightstand drawer. It was something Natasha had left him, telling him about how proud she was of him and yadda yadda. It was the mushy kind of things that you would expect from two lovers. Not two assassins.
He smiled as he turned back and excepted a one-armed hug from Dick, using his other hand to effectively noogie the younger man’s head.
The first time they had met may not have been under the best circumstances, but Bucky had grown to befriend the boy wonder. Dick reminded James of himself when he was younger. He had yet to figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “I’m holding,” He said once he released the boy. “I just keep my head down and keep working, you know how it is.”
That was a bit of an understatement. Bucky’s idea of ‘holding out’ was thrusting himself head first into missions and not giving himself long enough to worry about anything else. He was an army man, born and raised. He coped in the only way he knew how: fighting.
As finally Dick pulled his mask off, stuffing it into the pocket of his suit's jacket. He gave Bucky a pat on the shoulder as his other hand went to fix his hair's mangled state after the noogie. Their friendship was certainly a weird one, as neither Batman or Captain America have ever seen eye to eye. Yet the both of them had histories that had familiarities to them, themes. Still having someone around who at the very least could put up the best fight outside of Batman himself was a great thing for Nightwing, competition was getting softer by the second.
"Yeah, I would've gotten here sooner but things got a bit crazy at the airport when I was trying to leave..." Dick took a seat back onto the chair he had sat in eariler. "Joker stole a small aircraft, Batman's looking into it but his men are out of the loop about this from what I can guess. I had planted a tracker on it but I haven't been able to pick up his signal yet." Nightwing sighed, between this and worrying about the team he had a lot on his plate. Still this was the name of the game and he knew that going in. "Either way I had to take a different flight out to San Fransokyo and drive over to here. Just got here not that long ago."
Bucky shrugged. “Business as usual. I’ve been here for a couple days. Steve and others wanted me to take a break. They think I’ve been working too hard. I say that’s a load of bull, but when Steve Rogers tells you to take a vacation, what can you do?”
It wasn’t a secret that Bucky was incapable of defying the other Cap’s orders. He respected Steve, a lot. It didn’t help that the man was almost always right. About pretty much anything. So if he wanted James to take some time off to play patty cake with a bunch of newbies, then that’s what he’d do.
He didn’t think it was worth mentioning that SHIELD had been very avid about having him there, keeping tabs.
“So how’s old Bats doing, anyway? Still got that permanent scowl?”
"Just the same as usual..." Nightwing replied shaking his head. "So something I was meaning to ask you, Loki. I saw you going into his room... what do you think about it?"
Bucky frowned. He couldn’t say he didn’t see this coming. He understood Dick’s concern, but he stood by his belief that people could change if given the right motivation. “I think he deserves a second chance,” He said, folding his arms loosely. “You seemed to think I did.”
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