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I am willing for magnus to know anyone, He was a xavier student, a bloodline descendant of magneto and azazel, and an avenger currently which was formed by shield.
"TRAITOR!"-"Side with your own kind!"-"How COULD you?"
He had heard it all before, he heard it yesterday, he'll hear it tomorrow. As it was he stood across the way from a sewer full of hideously deformed mutants, none passable by any standard and almost none of them with anything resembling real power, The Morloks.
Their leader was a woman by the name of Naga And she matched her namesake. Standing on a steel catwalk thirty feet above the swirling waters of a Manhattan drainage outlet he faced off against her with an electronic clipboard in right hand as his left rested upon the handle of his sheathed ninja-to in a reverse grip. Mentally he superimposed the sewer with a training dojo, a mental exercise to force light telepathy to see what he wanted them to see by using his imagination. It also kept his terrifying fear of heights in check. The son of the great acrobat, the first time he tried to teleport ten years ago was by forcing himself into a position his mutant power would activate to save his life, it broke his back instead.
"Look, you're all mutants, register, I'm a mutant, I registered. If you register, Shield can get you placed in-"
"Concentration camps!"
"Listen b!tch, My grandfather was in those camps, and this isn't like that at all. You want hell on earth? I've see int! They don't march down here and give you a fight to the death, they flood this place, they flood this whole island to sea level then flash freeze it with a cryo-bomb! Those that don't drown die of suffocation and hypothermia as the air runs out.... That is your future if you don't sign."
Nagas hands came to rest on her swords as he shouted back, her slit eyes tried to read the solid black orbs for signs of betrayal, having to trust the facial structure instead. She released the swords as he continued to talk, impassively crossing her four arms before speaking in a softer tone, concern in her voice now.
"You have seen it, haven't you? A psychic vision?"
"Something like that. Right now their are options, apartments, farms, places where you aren't part of the petting zoo. Better to do it now than wait for imminent domain to take away your options one by one until you are cornered."
"If we are to be cornered, we would lead the fight now and take it to your streets. A riot of hundreds of mutants pushing back your 'saviors' dream by centuries. What then?"
"Then I am under orders to challenge you to trial by combat and 'when' I win I 'make' them register... The only difference is that you are no longer in charge."
He had heard it all before, he heard it yesterday, he'll hear it tomorrow. As it was he stood across the way from a sewer full of hideously deformed mutants, none passable by any standard and almost none of them with anything resembling real power, The Morloks.
Their leader was a woman by the name of Naga And she matched her namesake. Standing on a steel catwalk thirty feet above the swirling waters of a Manhattan drainage outlet he faced off against her with an electronic clipboard in right hand as his left rested upon the handle of his sheathed ninja-to in a reverse grip. Mentally he superimposed the sewer with a training dojo, a mental exercise to force light telepathy to see what he wanted them to see by using his imagination. It also kept his terrifying fear of heights in check. The son of the great acrobat, the first time he tried to teleport ten years ago was by forcing himself into a position his mutant power would activate to save his life, it broke his back instead.
"Look, you're all mutants, register, I'm a mutant, I registered. If you register, Shield can get you placed in-"
"Concentration camps!"
"Listen b!tch, My grandfather was in those camps, and this isn't like that at all. You want hell on earth? I've see int! They don't march down here and give you a fight to the death, they flood this place, they flood this whole island to sea level then flash freeze it with a cryo-bomb! Those that don't drown die of suffocation and hypothermia as the air runs out.... That is your future if you don't sign."
Nagas hands came to rest on her swords as he shouted back, her slit eyes tried to read the solid black orbs for signs of betrayal, having to trust the facial structure instead. She released the swords as he continued to talk, impassively crossing her four arms before speaking in a softer tone, concern in her voice now.
"You have seen it, haven't you? A psychic vision?"
"Something like that. Right now their are options, apartments, farms, places where you aren't part of the petting zoo. Better to do it now than wait for imminent domain to take away your options one by one until you are cornered."
"If we are to be cornered, we would lead the fight now and take it to your streets. A riot of hundreds of mutants pushing back your 'saviors' dream by centuries. What then?"
"Then I am under orders to challenge you to trial by combat and 'when' I win I 'make' them register... The only difference is that you are no longer in charge."
Zerofighter said
Nice character. Accepted. Also if he is Wanda's son wouldn't that make him and David related in some way
Indeed, quantum cousins.
Zerofighter said
Nice character. Accepted. Also if he is Wanda's son wouldn't that make him and David related in some way
Indeed, quantum cousins.
Full name:
Mortimer Tolansky (no middle name)
Alias:
Toad
Age:
16
Appearance:
7'6", 4'6" from heel to hip and 3' from hip to head wearing size 20 shoes. [Not the world record so shouldn't bring too much attention to himself on a global scale.] 8'6" on tip-toes
Then/now:
Abilities:
Secretes psychoactive venom from his pores that causes psychedelic reactions with the consistency of tacky resin similar to gymnast chalk, he can use this to cling to solid objects.
His legs muscle were twice as dense as everyone else's as are his bones from the pelvis down resulting in strength three times a normal person or equal to one professional athlete, all without working out. In the last year "___" has put him on a killer workout session to make up for lost time so now his leg strength is equal to ten men.
Superhuman flexibility and spine capable if contortionist movements.
His lungs can expand and compress large quantities of air that can be expelled with enough force to knock a fully grown human off their feet or hold enough air for him to stay underwater for a half hour.
Superhuman taste, perhaps more of a negative trait than he would hope for, but it means he could easily track someone by licking where they might have touched. Mostly he uses it to taste test 'product' to make sure it isn't tampered with.
Skills:
He was a highly skilled capoeira student for eight years but barely practiced at all for seven years until "___" insisted he learn again, Toad has now taken up Muay Tai in the last year as a way to hone his superhuman kicking.
After four years of football, he is a skilled athlete even though he barely puts any work into it at all.
He has become overly familiar with multiple narcotics and paraphernalia over the last nine years.
A six inch purple prehensile 'Gene Simmons' tongue may not seem like a skill, but it is worth noting beforehand if he has to grab something or manipulate a small object with his mouth.
Brief bio:
He's a fucked up pup, that is for sure. He was the bastard son of a high school head cheerleader and a one night stand with a college guy. Pregnant at 16, she fell into depression and tried to drink herself into a miscarriage. It didn't take but it did cause certain birth defects such as his appearance and body growth. She blamed him for everything wrong in her life after that including the fact that her parents refused to let her give him up for adoption until she was 18. On her birthday she took her year old son to the orphanage to give him up as his first and only birthday present to his own mother. It was there that she met a man Named Erik, a capoeira instructor from Brazil who was looking to adopt a boy of his own since he was unable to have children after blow to his groin. What should have been a simple transfer became dating and eventually marriage.
She still resented her son for ruining her life and further fell into alcoholism. Her binge drinking along with general abusive treatment of Mortimer, 'an ugly name for an ugly baby', left him seemingly developmentally challenged. For all of her fury, his dad was his safety, he stuck with the failing marriage while devoting the attention to Mort and constant therapy attempts for his wife. While he was always a quiet child, his dad would take him everyday to class to keep him away from his mom where he learned and developed physically, able to do some of the more advanced techniques with no effort at all.
Sadly, when he was 13, a crane fell from a building and killed over a dozen people, his dad was one of them. Again Mortimer was somehow to blame in his twisted mothers mind that all she had left was a massive law suit. It was then that he fell into recreational drug use instead of gymnastics and martial arts like his dad had always hoped while his mother tried to drink away the thousands of dollars.
She couldn't wait for him to move out at 18 so she could cut him off and lets him do whatever he wants in hopes he'll kill himself as long as he left her alone. Miraculously when its time for teacher conferences, she always managed to pull her act together and play the part of a Stepford mom for a few hours in public before she took the mask back off once she is in the door.
***possible recruitment
During his first year in highschool, when Mort was under the bleachers getting stoned, the football coach found him after he kicked a twenty pound rock across the parking lot into the principals car. In exchange for turning a blind eye to his recreational drugs, Mort joined the football team where he meet "____", later known as "____". The two became friends instantly, constantly chilling and hanging out. Once Mort was out at a party when one of the other kids thought he could make a name for himself by taking out a football player, Toad killed the boy with a kick to the crotch that broke every bone in the spinal column from pelvis to atlas.
Before the police arrived, "___" got to him first and offered him a place in their ranks. He joined them if they would recruit "____" as well. "___ has spent the last year forcing him through his paces, trying to make up for the last decade Toad spent squandering his life.
Mortimer Tolansky (no middle name)
Alias:
Toad
Age:
16
Appearance:
7'6", 4'6" from heel to hip and 3' from hip to head wearing size 20 shoes. [Not the world record so shouldn't bring too much attention to himself on a global scale.] 8'6" on tip-toes
Then/now:
Abilities:
Secretes psychoactive venom from his pores that causes psychedelic reactions with the consistency of tacky resin similar to gymnast chalk, he can use this to cling to solid objects.
His legs muscle were twice as dense as everyone else's as are his bones from the pelvis down resulting in strength three times a normal person or equal to one professional athlete, all without working out. In the last year "___" has put him on a killer workout session to make up for lost time so now his leg strength is equal to ten men.
Superhuman flexibility and spine capable if contortionist movements.
His lungs can expand and compress large quantities of air that can be expelled with enough force to knock a fully grown human off their feet or hold enough air for him to stay underwater for a half hour.
Superhuman taste, perhaps more of a negative trait than he would hope for, but it means he could easily track someone by licking where they might have touched. Mostly he uses it to taste test 'product' to make sure it isn't tampered with.
Skills:
He was a highly skilled capoeira student for eight years but barely practiced at all for seven years until "___" insisted he learn again, Toad has now taken up Muay Tai in the last year as a way to hone his superhuman kicking.
After four years of football, he is a skilled athlete even though he barely puts any work into it at all.
He has become overly familiar with multiple narcotics and paraphernalia over the last nine years.
A six inch purple prehensile 'Gene Simmons' tongue may not seem like a skill, but it is worth noting beforehand if he has to grab something or manipulate a small object with his mouth.
Brief bio:
He's a fucked up pup, that is for sure. He was the bastard son of a high school head cheerleader and a one night stand with a college guy. Pregnant at 16, she fell into depression and tried to drink herself into a miscarriage. It didn't take but it did cause certain birth defects such as his appearance and body growth. She blamed him for everything wrong in her life after that including the fact that her parents refused to let her give him up for adoption until she was 18. On her birthday she took her year old son to the orphanage to give him up as his first and only birthday present to his own mother. It was there that she met a man Named Erik, a capoeira instructor from Brazil who was looking to adopt a boy of his own since he was unable to have children after blow to his groin. What should have been a simple transfer became dating and eventually marriage.
![head cheerleader]("http://www.bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/save-the-cheerleader-save-the-world.jpg"){kind=link}
She still resented her son for ruining her life and further fell into alcoholism. Her binge drinking along with general abusive treatment of Mortimer, 'an ugly name for an ugly baby', left him seemingly developmentally challenged. For all of her fury, his dad was his safety, he stuck with the failing marriage while devoting the attention to Mort and constant therapy attempts for his wife. While he was always a quiet child, his dad would take him everyday to class to keep him away from his mom where he learned and developed physically, able to do some of the more advanced techniques with no effort at all.
Sadly, when he was 13, a crane fell from a building and killed over a dozen people, his dad was one of them. Again Mortimer was somehow to blame in his twisted mothers mind that all she had left was a massive law suit. It was then that he fell into recreational drug use instead of gymnastics and martial arts like his dad had always hoped while his mother tried to drink away the thousands of dollars.
She couldn't wait for him to move out at 18 so she could cut him off and lets him do whatever he wants in hopes he'll kill himself as long as he left her alone. Miraculously when its time for teacher conferences, she always managed to pull her act together and play the part of a Stepford mom for a few hours in public before she took the mask back off once she is in the door.
***possible recruitment
During his first year in highschool, when Mort was under the bleachers getting stoned, the football coach found him after he kicked a twenty pound rock across the parking lot into the principals car. In exchange for turning a blind eye to his recreational drugs, Mort joined the football team where he meet "____", later known as "____". The two became friends instantly, constantly chilling and hanging out. Once Mort was out at a party when one of the other kids thought he could make a name for himself by taking out a football player, Toad killed the boy with a kick to the crotch that broke every bone in the spinal column from pelvis to atlas.
Before the police arrived, "___" got to him first and offered him a place in their ranks. He joined them if they would recruit "____" as well. "___ has spent the last year forcing him through his paces, trying to make up for the last decade Toad spent squandering his life.
NAME:
Magnus Wagner
AGE:
22
ALIAS:
Bamf
LOOK: 5'6" with a very lean Bruce-Lee frame. On his chest is tattooed an Egyptian cartouche that reads "He will serve the end of the world for a year and a day".
RACE:
Mutant
SKILLS:
Trained in the formal art of Ninjutsu by psylocke, he puts his mutant physiology to best use as an infiltrator. He has been taught how to consciously filter out the lightest levels of psychic invasion.
POWERS:
Superhuman agility, contortionist flexibility, Capable of projecting a teleportation beam capable of relocating an object one foot per pound of object weight. With time and concentration he can cut through solid objects by teleporting a micron thickness a micrometer a a time in a process that looks like he is reducing an object to sand at an inch an hour. He does not possess his fathers extrasensory spatial awareness, as such he is reluctant to ever teleport himself into a blind area, less he ever loose *another* finger.
EQUIPMENT:
Taught never to rely on any one thing, he keeps a number of tools on hand at all times.
Tanto Located on his left pectoral with a kevlar mesh sheath as ann extra measure of defense from heart-shots.
Ninjato Kept on left hip, the bottom of his scabbard contains a second climbing claws rather than a second set of caltrops as he lacks his fathers ability to cling to surfaces.
Grenades: Never keeping more than two on him at any time in uniform after hearing the story of his grandfather pulling the pins of a dozen soliders. He has several available he selects before starting a mission: Chaff-nonmagnetic metal flakes meant to scramble electronic measures, Standard- Pineapple grenade for when lives are on the line, Knocker-compressed microfine Metal powder used to blow open door with high kinetic output or stun multiple organic opponents
throwing irons As designed, but his are hollow and fluted with multiple tiny holes to ensure a sucking wound to let an opponent bleed out if organic or hydraulic if he can land the right shot. Kept on his person on a thigh holster even out of uniform.
Sling: Simple kevlar thong used to hurl a simple fiberglass sphere with enough force to break bone, When he slips a thread through the ring of a grenade, it becomes a twofold weapon to launch the five pound weapon to impact before exploding. This he also keeps on a pocket with a hard rubber ball in civilian attire.
Uniform: A class A-III fabric armor in the make of denim jacket and pants with impact plastics Velcro atop. Can withstand up to .357 at point blank with only broken bones. His boot soles are fitted with a mono-directional material that allow him to cling to surfaces when used properly
PERSONALITY:
For the most part he is happy go lucky to hide his pain of loosing all the life he had ever known. He has always had a fascination with sleight of hand and stage magic, On quiet nights he loves to curl up with horrible kung-fu movies and a plate of sushi to pass the time away whenever a girl isn't available. Even being the prodigal son of two great mutants and the grandson of even greater mutants he is still a physical mutant, he can never pass in normal society. As such he has a deep seeded hate for 'pretty' mutants who can pass by unseen and will bend over backwards, literally, for those who cant hide themselves.
SHORT BIO:
In another time and another place the mutants lost at Alcatraz. It became a campaign of slaughter on a planet wide level, In that reality, Kurt wagner and wanda maximoff had a child who was born in bloodshed and forced to fight from the time of a child, in time it became evident that they wouldnt survive so they went to the oldest and most powerful enemy they knew, Apocalypse. They agreed to become his newest horsemen if he got their son to safety, The first mutant agreed and sent the teenager to a reality whose other Aubin-sur matched his own temperament and psychic harmonics. The new Apocalypse understood what had been done with a simple letter tattooed int the boys chest, and handed the boy over to Xaviers school anonymously.
This Xavier knew the boys past and did all he could to try and help heal a lifetime of war, but healing cant be done if it is unwanted. For years he studied at the academy and learned his lessons to master his powers so they didn't master him but there was too much ill will in his heart to be a member of the x-men , Thankfully there was room in the Avengers for his talents.
OTHER:
Missing the middle finger on his left hand, a reminder against cocky behavior when he teleported himself while flipping someone off, his middle finger formed into a hollow iron pipe.
Unknown to even magnus, he can be summoned by this worlds apocalypse at any time for his bidding.
Magnus Wagner
AGE:
22
ALIAS:
Bamf
LOOK: 5'6" with a very lean Bruce-Lee frame. On his chest is tattooed an Egyptian cartouche that reads "He will serve the end of the world for a year and a day".
RACE:
Mutant
SKILLS:
Trained in the formal art of Ninjutsu by psylocke, he puts his mutant physiology to best use as an infiltrator. He has been taught how to consciously filter out the lightest levels of psychic invasion.
POWERS:
Superhuman agility, contortionist flexibility, Capable of projecting a teleportation beam capable of relocating an object one foot per pound of object weight. With time and concentration he can cut through solid objects by teleporting a micron thickness a micrometer a a time in a process that looks like he is reducing an object to sand at an inch an hour. He does not possess his fathers extrasensory spatial awareness, as such he is reluctant to ever teleport himself into a blind area, less he ever loose *another* finger.
EQUIPMENT:
Taught never to rely on any one thing, he keeps a number of tools on hand at all times.
Tanto Located on his left pectoral with a kevlar mesh sheath as ann extra measure of defense from heart-shots.
Ninjato Kept on left hip, the bottom of his scabbard contains a second climbing claws rather than a second set of caltrops as he lacks his fathers ability to cling to surfaces.
Grenades: Never keeping more than two on him at any time in uniform after hearing the story of his grandfather pulling the pins of a dozen soliders. He has several available he selects before starting a mission: Chaff-nonmagnetic metal flakes meant to scramble electronic measures, Standard- Pineapple grenade for when lives are on the line, Knocker-compressed microfine Metal powder used to blow open door with high kinetic output or stun multiple organic opponents
throwing irons As designed, but his are hollow and fluted with multiple tiny holes to ensure a sucking wound to let an opponent bleed out if organic or hydraulic if he can land the right shot. Kept on his person on a thigh holster even out of uniform.
Sling: Simple kevlar thong used to hurl a simple fiberglass sphere with enough force to break bone, When he slips a thread through the ring of a grenade, it becomes a twofold weapon to launch the five pound weapon to impact before exploding. This he also keeps on a pocket with a hard rubber ball in civilian attire.
Uniform: A class A-III fabric armor in the make of denim jacket and pants with impact plastics Velcro atop. Can withstand up to .357 at point blank with only broken bones. His boot soles are fitted with a mono-directional material that allow him to cling to surfaces when used properly
PERSONALITY:
For the most part he is happy go lucky to hide his pain of loosing all the life he had ever known. He has always had a fascination with sleight of hand and stage magic, On quiet nights he loves to curl up with horrible kung-fu movies and a plate of sushi to pass the time away whenever a girl isn't available. Even being the prodigal son of two great mutants and the grandson of even greater mutants he is still a physical mutant, he can never pass in normal society. As such he has a deep seeded hate for 'pretty' mutants who can pass by unseen and will bend over backwards, literally, for those who cant hide themselves.
SHORT BIO:
In another time and another place the mutants lost at Alcatraz. It became a campaign of slaughter on a planet wide level, In that reality, Kurt wagner and wanda maximoff had a child who was born in bloodshed and forced to fight from the time of a child, in time it became evident that they wouldnt survive so they went to the oldest and most powerful enemy they knew, Apocalypse. They agreed to become his newest horsemen if he got their son to safety, The first mutant agreed and sent the teenager to a reality whose other Aubin-sur matched his own temperament and psychic harmonics. The new Apocalypse understood what had been done with a simple letter tattooed int the boys chest, and handed the boy over to Xaviers school anonymously.
This Xavier knew the boys past and did all he could to try and help heal a lifetime of war, but healing cant be done if it is unwanted. For years he studied at the academy and learned his lessons to master his powers so they didn't master him but there was too much ill will in his heart to be a member of the x-men , Thankfully there was room in the Avengers for his talents.
OTHER:
Missing the middle finger on his left hand, a reminder against cocky behavior when he teleported himself while flipping someone off, his middle finger formed into a hollow iron pipe.
Unknown to even magnus, he can be summoned by this worlds apocalypse at any time for his bidding.
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Just to check, this is an x-tension of the movies?
I ask because I'm thinking the child of gambit. Gambit was 21 ish in wolverine when cyclops is in high school so it wouldn't be that hard to be a teenager after the movies had ended.
I ask because I'm thinking the child of gambit. Gambit was 21 ish in wolverine when cyclops is in high school so it wouldn't be that hard to be a teenager after the movies had ended.
I'm new to this specific RP so i am more than happy to be new to a side thread of the same RP.
Aerandir said
It'll get better everyone is accepted and can post But knighthawk what's with the bio and personality? Finishing it later?
Finished, I hope.
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