Shadowcatcher

Dual Destiny Set in Stone

muahahaha! i found it!

but now im debating wether to pick the princess or the female knight.

decisions decisions...

Our Dual Destinies

this sounds like so much fun! is there still a spot open for the princess role?

also i checked breifly through the advanced intrest section and didn't see anything like this so... because i was too lazy to keep searching, here i am!

will there be 4 people in this one or in the advanced one only? because im slightly more curious about doing this with two others, including us

nevermind. i answered my own question by rereading XD

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP]

oh geez. im so interested in this!

Naruto: S.E.T.U

reading over things now and deciding what to write. i have a general idea though so im finally ready to crank something out ^^

X-Men Noire: A Nation Reborn

alrighty and there is my Scott Summers. I know his personality is not like how he is portrayed in the movies or how most of him think he is, but i tried to keep in mind that this is him at the start of the X-Men, meaning itll be some time before he becomes the badass freedom fighter everyone loves and knows him as.

The badassness will come people, dont worry. ^^

X-Men Noire: A Nation Reborn

Name: Scott Summers (Scotty)

Age: 23

Alias: Cyclops

Appearance:


Costume:


Abilities: Cyclops can emit powerful beams of energy from his eyes. He cannot control the beams without the aid of special eyewear which he must wear at all times.

Skills: He has only a few skills, mainly stealing and other things that make him the perfectly moulded criminal. He's nearly silent on his feet, can pick a lock to pretty much anything and is comfortable with using guns and things like that. He has some good close combat fighting skills but rarely uses them.

Personality Traits: Scott is an emotionally unstabe and fragile spirited man. Though his tough look suggests otherwise, he is very kind and likes to avoid conflit as much as possible. He fears a lot of things and trusts no one. Any physical contact with others draws out panic as he is so used to being beated or emotionally/sexually abused. Scarred is an understatement to how messed up he is. Though he keeps a lock on how much pain he really feels, the years of horror he faced can be easily read on his face. Even when smiling, he looks sad. Though this causes him to be soft and distant from many people, there is a small piece of him inside that still keeps him fighting through it all.

When he is around people he keeps himself closed off, only showing a cold shell of his inner self or whatever he wants others to see him as.

Backstory: Scott Summers is the oldest son of Major Christopher Summers, a test pilot in the U.S. Air Force and his wife Katherine Ann. His younger brother is Alex, now age 13 (later known as Havok) who has some undiscovered powers that are much like Scott's. At a younge age, Scott lost both of his parents during a freak accident while the family was travelling on a long trip in a train. The Summers' were moving off of an Air Force base where they had been permitted to live most of their lives. His father having been restationed in a base near New York City caused the family to uproot everything and take a hours long trip to plant roots somewhere else.

Though it is unknown to Scott how the accident happened, as the train travelled over a bridge that passed a few hundred feet above a large expanse of water, the bridge failed, crumbling under the weight of the train, collapsing and taking the train and everyone inside along with it. In a desperate attempt to save her children, Scott's mother literally broke through a window and shoved the two of them out of it. As Scott and Alex fell into the water seperate from those in the train, Scott would get hit in the head by a piece of bridge debris, causing damage to the part of his brain that would have later allowed him to controll his optical blasts. Scott and Alex both would be the only survivors of the wreck as the other passengers would drown as the train sank to the bottom of the water.

The two were both found and treated soon after, the bridge being only a mile or so from a nearby suburb of the city with a few families living there. Scott and Alex both suffered trauma induced amnesia from the accident, Alex getting the worst of it, being so young (about age 5) having forgotten most of his memories of Scott or their parents. Scott (around age 15) having only forgotten about the accident himself and not knowing why when he awoke that his parents were gone, when told about the accident and how his parents were likely killed in the disaster, Scott was thrown into a panic where he, for the first time, would unleash the power of his optical blasts, destroying a good part of the small town hospital that him and his brother were admitted to.

Shortly after he would lose consciousness and awake one year later in a different hospital, having been the subject to various tests in an orphanage located in Nebraska. He spent a few years there, being harassed and bullied and prevented from having anyone adopt him. At one point he was suffering severe headaches, a sign that his power was going to soon flare up again and was sent to a specialist. He was given a pair of ruby-quartz glasses that were meant to prevent his power from getting out of hand. The problem was when he would be beaten up by bullies or his glasses would get taken, he had to struggle and keep his eyes closed in fear of unleasing the deadly blast that came from his eyes.

Scott lived the rest of his years in fear of his ability and of people finding out. When he was finally old enough to be released from the orphanage, Scott, now 18, travelled around, hoping to find his way back to New York where he thought his brother may be. Eventually he caught the attention of a mutant criminal who used and abused the already weak spirited and emotionally drained teen. Whenever Scott wanted to be free of his clutches, he was beated into submission, the poor mutant eventually not trying to escape.

For the past 5 years, Scott still has his emotional fragility, but has grown stronger. Strong enough to stand up for himself and take control of his powers to a certain extent. Though he had finally reached the point he could easily take down the mutant criminal who he worked for, the man had Scott wrapped around his finger, keeping the fear in Scott too pronounced to ever dare try to escape.

Recently, Charles Xavier along with the help of some federal officials helped to take down the criminal, but Scott was also subject to punishment for being his accomplice. In an effort to get Scott out of some terrible trouble, Charles would offer him solace at the school he was now forming in New York. This brought a new found hope for Scott as he wanted to still find his younger brother, wondering if he had the same powers as he did. Encouraged by this, he would agree to go with Charles and finally give up the life of fear and pain he had been subject to all this time.

Other: He always needs to wear his special pair of sunglasses, even in his sleep. The lenses are made of a material called ruby-quartz, that for some reason, keeps his powers in check. For this reason, no one usually sees the true ocean blue color of his eyes. Though it no longer bothers him, he sees the world with a subtle red tint to it, not because of his glasses, but his eyes themselves.

Sunglasses

How he sees the world

Normal Person Vision

His Vision

X-Men Noire: A Nation Reborn

@YoshiSkittlez

I see you dropped 3 people. Does that mean everyone else has contacted you recently? Because I see little from everyone else who have made characters, save from those who have posted already.

Edit: oh wait I also see you reduced the characters from 10 to 12. Well never mind then as my question is now self explanatory. Will you be allowing for 2 more spots if someone becomes intrested?

X-Men Noire: A Nation Reborn

Iris had not even fully entered the building before she was greeted by another girl with a french accent. For some reason, seeing the womans thick brown locks made her reach up and touch her blonde hair, wondering how the girl's hair looked so nice. She shrugged off the jelous twinge she felt and closed the door behind her as she finished walking through the door. Sophia was her name. It was fitting with her obvious french accent that only made the girl seem even more beautiful than Iris was.

Wait... where the hell was this sudden jelousy comming from? Iris wasn't one to worry about her looks, as she was quite content with them.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she looked around the dimly lit room, not yet answering the girl who introduced herself. She moved the black umbrella that was giving her shade and closed it, deeming the room dark enough for her to feel comfortable. Folding the umbrella up, she placed it at the side of the door before moving over to the girl who sat at the bar. Iris took a seat next to her, pointedly ignoring the outstretched had that was extended to her and eyed the woman for a moment before introducung herself.

"Iris... my name's Iris. I was more forced to come here rather than persuaded... and I suppose we are the first ones here." she paused and looked at the other girl for a second longer before reaching out to touch a bit of the girls hair, taking a thin cluster in her fingers and twirling it. She said nothing, just examined the brown lock of hair and admiring how smooth it was. Then she would let it go and touch her own hair. It too was soft, but not as thick and shiny as Sophia's. Why was that?

"How do you get your hair like that?" she asked, wanting to know the woman's secret.

The obvious fact that this girl was really attractive made Iris wilt a little as she couldn't help but compare her body with that of the other girls. The french girl had longer legs than her, clearly taller, she had nice tanned and glowing skin that made Iris look like a corpse in her paleness, and the bitch even had bigger breasts than her. Perhaps all those things had something to do with the sun....right? Sun-kissed. That was a thing. Iris was sooo far from sun-kissed.

Boy, did she already want to go home.

She had to find something else to look at before the girl assumed she was attracted to her or something. A scowl formed on her face though as she realized there was no way out of this conversation now that she had responded. She was anticipating the girl launching into some kind of self praising rant since Iris had complimented her. Where the hell was Erik anyway? If he was here, maybe she could avoid a conversation by pretending to be here just to see him. Trying not to make it known she was uncomfortable with holding a conversation, she forced a small smile and just bit down on her resolve to sit through it.

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Erik stood at the streetlight outside the Bakery that was run by Iris's family and waited patiently for her to come out, not knowing she had already left prior to his arrival. He had a feeling she may need a bit more convincing to show up to the school. After waiting for a while, he decided there was no trouble in going in. When he passed through the door, a small bell jingled annoyingly and he resisted the urge to immediately stop the sound by crumpling the thing. Taking the few strides to the front counter, he gave a smile to the older gentleman who he assumed to be her dad.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm looking for Iris, is she here?" he asked in his polite voice. His smile dropped when the man shook his head and told him that Iris had left about an hour ago. Nodding, he looked over to the menu and thought it a good idea to buy something. The Vatrushka he had the week prior was really good. After a moment of pondering he decided on a sandwhich displayed as a special.

"Can I order.... " he paused, thinking of ordering something for all the students he hoped were supposed to be arriving. Also, Logan along with himself would probably eat three each. Not Charles. He'd probably barely finish one. The sissy.

Wait... could he tell what Erik was thinking?

He was brought out of his thoughts when the man cleared his throat, gesturing to the few people behind him.

"Ah, right. I'll take... a dozen of your turkey subs, with everything on them." After he paid, he moved out of the way of the line and went to sit in the same spot he did a week before, waiting for his order to be finished. Absently he removed his coin from his pocket and began rolling it over his fingers as he waited, soon becoming lost in thought.

X-Men Noire: A Nation Reborn

30 minutes i said...

give or take 30 minutes! XD

X-Men Noire: A Nation Reborn

ETA of my post for Iris...

30 minutes

ETA of my post for Erik...

N/A he's getting sandwiches for everyone.