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Name:
Magnus Wagner
Code Name:
Bamf
Age:
20 (been drinking since a teenager and cant wait for next year, not that it stops him)
Gender:
Male, very male
Appearance:
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" On his right hand he has L O K I on his first knuckles.

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 an extra measure of defense from heart-shots.
Ninjato Kept on left hip.
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 soldiers at once. Chaff-nonmagnetic metal flakes meant to scramble electronic measures, 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.

Powers:
Physical mutation: His physiology is unique in several different ways. His bone structure allows him great flexibility. His spine is more flexible than an ordinary human, enabling him to remain in a crouched position for a long time and perform contortionist-type feats without causing any damage to his spine. Bamf's balance and bodily coordination are all enhanced to superhuman levels. He also possesses superhuman dexterity, being able to manipulate items and fence with either hand and his tail. He lacks his fathers prehensile feet but does have five fingers and toes that let him pass for human easier. He has a prehensile tail, allowing him to grab onto objects with relative ease. His tail is strong enough to not only support his body weight, but also lift an adult man completely off the ground at the same time, and is deft enough to fight with while holding a sword or blunt object. His eyes (which are constantly washed in black) grant him a marked degree of heightened night vision.

Wall crawling: Where his father could blend into the shadows by warping light, he can stick to shadows by an instinctive connection to the home dimension of his father and grandfather. This allows him to fight in a third dimension most others lack but also means he can not cling to an activated ceiling light for example beyond his physical strength.
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.

Magic(k): While a weak skill now, it is to note he keeps a store of occult books and the like, some real, some just to piss his dad off. His superhuman dexterity makes the sleight of hand as easy as breathing but he does also practice a few practical incantations like sewing glyphs into all of his clothes so they will put themselves away.
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. Where his father was a devout Catholic, Magnus has always carried a despise for the church's position on mutants to the point he is a vocal follower of Loki, a 'real god' of Asgard that has put many a hero of earth on their heels.
History:
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 wouldn't 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 can't 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

Note: Magnus has a fear of heights/falling from a failed attempt to teleport that broke his spine, resulting in two of his bones to have to be fused to let him walk again.
Now that he was in the armory, what was he to do? The area was sectioned off by types of items followed my alphabetical, He could only guess for convenience reasons the heaviest things were located up front such as the power armors and heaviest of blasters, to bad none of them had power cells. "batteries not included, just my luck." It was probably for the best, none of these weapons were in his skill set aside from avengers training. Sadly the greater number of insane ninja villains that get caught isn't that high.

He needed something like black widows suit, or black cat, even green goblins toys would work. That thread of thought brought the mutant to a horrible idea, he gathered a few select small items that wouldn't betray his body before leaving the armory. With the same clear confidence ans purpose, he makes his way to a specific hall and swiped his card at the elevator to grant him access to the vault where certain supers with sensitive information is contained. Marching past one villain after another, he knocks on the glass of Flash Thomson, Agent Venom.

This man used to be a living legend for his time, unfortunately, the venom symbyote bonded to him permanently and began to eat away at the mind. He volunteered himself to be incarcerated before he did something he could never forget. He knocked on the glass before pressing the intercom and pulling out a chocolate bar. "Sir, I need a moment of your time, may I come in?"

Since he was a volunteer, Jameson had a few luxuries others did not, such as the privacy of a camera free room. Intrigued, he set a chair in one corner of the room closest to the glass with a black tentacle before retreating to the back wall to keep the farthest distance from freedom. Magnus swiped the card again and entered to take the seat before the glass closed behind him. He tossed the candy onto the bed before he tried to explain himself.

"Sir, I'm sorry to say things are going downhill, shield is tearing apart from the inside out and I'm here to save someone wrongly imprisoned. I need to borrow the symbiont for a few-

"No! We cant, we wont, no one knows what we can do, cant do, wont do, must do!"
"Sir, my name is magnus Wagner, I'm the avenger known as Bamf. As an avenger, I need your help."
"Avenge, revenge, eye for an eye leaves the world blind, in the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king."
This is going to take some time. Sadly that is not a commodity they have. *BAMF* Magnus was suddenly out of the soldiers smoking armor and inches from flash's face to prompt a fight or flight reaction. Soon the two are brawling inside the glass, Magnus' mutant agility and training are matched by the dozens of tendrils attacking from every angle as he works the retired avenger fast and hard in an attempt to exhaust the reserves of energy as fast as he can.

Soon the older man is struggling to remain standing as Magnus holds out a hand to him. "Please, let me help you save just one more life."
"You know kid, you remind me a lot of spiderman. Take it, just don't keep it for more than 2 days or you get to lock yourself up here right next to me, got it?" He take the blue boys hand, and everything goes black.
Finally posted and explained where mort has been all this time.
Mort was a busy gopher, go for this, go for that. He finished his regular exercises in the warehouse with the crates before the regular shifts arrived. if anyone asked, the 7'6" boy was just a night guard. After exercises, he went to one of the few remaining karate dojo's in the city after the second world war to train for an hour or so with a proper teacher in the arts and language since his father had him fluent in Chinese, Japanese would be the next language he studied beyond technical terms for the martial art.

Leaving the dojo sore in body as well as mind, he was supposed to get a copy of a book from one of the local bookstore. It was a long walk for most without his four foot strides but he made quick time of it at a brisk pace. Apparently it was already ordered but he wasn't told which one it was at so he had to navigate the city to look for it. Another few hours later he had The Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote of La Manchaa Spanish novel by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra in his hands. Next came the bar run where he had to travel to the local brewers and retrieve some crates for the legitimate business.

Finally, he got in the back door by the alley just in time for there to be an ear splitting screach that shattered every beer bottle he just bought. "所有神离弃妓女催生一个狒狒的, 我做了应得的什么神圣的地狱?!?" Clearly it was time for a smoke break before he did something stupid. He squatted down so low that he nearly folded in on himself before a single snap of his legs had him thirty feet in the air to land on the roof. With one hand he took out an altoid box and with the precision only a practiced hand was good at proceeded to pinch out three small balls of hashish to which he plugged into his peterson pipe one at a time to make sure it was evenly distributed. A 'taf-hiss' of a wood match soon had the boy relaxing as he smoked atop Xavier's office skylight as he tried to figure out what to do now while beer dripped off his soaking clothes like rainfall.

They brought him in and let him sleep in the warehouse behind a few small crates stacked into the corner. It was cold and dark and lonely but better than his mothers penthouse any day of the week. In exchange he was a helper for the bar and warehouse to keep some meager money rolling in and keep things looking good in case their new plan went south. He wasn't planing on meeting any of the new recruits until later anyways when they all got together for supper. Thats what he forgot to get! Now he had to go back out for more alcohol for the bar and some red wine for the spaghetti tonight.

Mort considered a few more things while on that roof while he finished his bowl before taking a deep breath to blow out the contents with enough force to knock a bird out of the sky with the pitch ball. "Oops."
Isn't logan 5'3?
Zerofighter said
So your a ninja, and a knight who is also a hawk :p


Yep, I'm a muchkin powergaming multiclasser :p
Patience, patience is more than a virtue, its a survival skill. Patience is waiting. Not passively waiting. That is laziness. He was one of the four who escorted the human to the helicopter. "She is to be taken straight of ravenloft asylum, locked down and no one sees her or talks to her understood?"

It was this moment that he was glad he didn't inherit his dads limited fingers otherwise the gloves would have revealed him in an instant, The balaclava and sunglasses kept is skin of sky blue hidden from view too. While he waited, he watched with his head back like a sleeping solider, he watched every solider for signs of favoring or weakness to exploit. Across from him had a bulging right wrist which was most likely a brace of some kind, Kitty corner was a fidgety man playing with an e-cig while rubbing his upper arm where a patch most likely sat but it clearly wasn't enough and beside him was the senior officer fast asleep by his posture with drooped head and breathing rate.

He could hit her with a black bolt and pop her a hundred feet outside the helicopter then himself and then what? Hope for the best they weren't passing a solid object and kill them both. He could take the guards easily and hijack the bird, only for them to hit the auto destruct and blow them all to bits. The asylum meant a super-max prison for all manner of rogues gallery for the criminally insane with powers... Hmmm.

An idea was forming as the chopper touched down and she was escorted off into a holding cell, clearly standard processing procedures were not being taken into account on this guest. Once the techno terrorist was securely behind doors, two were dismissed to report. Magnus touched the jittery shoulder and spoke up. "We'll go do the legwork, sir." Once they rounded a corner, he pated the others back and muttered in his ear under the helmet. "After we grab a smoke."

Playing to the mans addiction, they were soon on a roof. "Got a light?" When the man looked down to find his fire, it was a fast blow to knock him out. He was soon stripped as well and gagged with a little bit of creative zip-tie to have the man hanging from his wrists from an outcropping pipe. Who in an insane asylum would believe there was a man just hanging outside the window and not trying to escape?

Thankfully, Magnus still had his million dollar keycard to walk around like he belonged with a uniform to get him past casual observation, but these alone would not get him what he needed, he needed something more. He checked the paper directory and marched like he belonged directly to the evidence armory. Now he was a kid in a candy store.
I'm still here as well, Bamf is just being a ninja at the moment. the art of invisibility, so hidden you can even see him post his actions :p
If I may suggest, just to be different from the last attempts, what if you offer a signature to start? The reason I suggest this is that each member of the legion has a signature already, that is what makes them legion material and these three are already legionnaires so they have some weight under their belts to start. Off the top of my head Matter Eater Lad could penetrate any physical defense with one bite, that seems like your special attack and that was his opening ability for his race.
Apparently they hadn't seen him, oh well. He lead his evenings entertainment to the great holo-projector where she was given her watch and passed off to a female who was here last year to help her get acclimated. He himself had no watch, or at least not like the others, he had his arm upgraded with a jarvis interface that let him communicate through the up-link to his cybernetic systems. All the same some people got a show as his hand clamped onto the port and uploaded the newest data.

~Shalom aleichem, David~
~Aleichem Shalom, Rabbi~

Normally having an AI jacked int your head is the start of a bad movie, but this was part of a controlled experiment to improve AI responses by observing all forms of interaction on such an infinitesimal scale. It could read his every action or reaction each nanosecond to file, compile, and compute behavioral studies to improve automated response for any other programs that could use such data. It also served as a moral compas for him when he needed it, hence his naming the AI Rabbi.
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