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Feb 27 2018, 01:59 PM
Celebrity Claim-Jamie Campbell Bower
Ezekiel Lucas Hathaway Nicknames/Aliases-
20Date of Birth-
X-Men-arrived March 2017 Occupation-
21st century glam rock sensation. Accidental music teacher and super hero.
Ezekiel has always been an outgoing, vibrant, and loud character. He craves attention, good or bad, and will often jump into the spotlight. As a child in order to get attention he tended to take on the role of the class clown and that irreverence has followed him into adulthood. He takes very little seriously, preferring to ham it up or simply avoid or ignore important issues in order to do what he pleases. He can be a bit of a flake unless it's something he cares strongly about so far music is the only thing that has gotten him to buckle down and get to work.
Despite the tendency to clown around and jump in with both feet and little to no planning, he does tend to be a bit of a social chameleon. He's constantly after acceptance and to be part of the group, often at odds with his tendency to do things his own way and strike out on his own path. He'll often adapt to the goals and interests of a group he wants to be part of in order to fit in, although the core of his personality remains the same where ever he goes. This had led to a wide array of knowledge about random things, as to fit in he's learned about sports various books and movies, and hobbies
His number one loyalty is to himself. That's not to say he would betray people, but he doesn't expect much from anyone and doesn't like to owe anyone. He'll help to a point, but if it puts his plans or safety in danger he'll bail. He isn't very politically minded and frankly wouldn't care about the human mutant arguments if they didn't directly effect him. He learned early that life isn't fair and that the only person he could depend on was himself. He likes to be around other people, but since the last person he counted on was a foster mom when he was twelve he doesn't expect much from friends, lovers, or acquaintances. If you brace for disappointment, it doesn't hurt as much when it happens.
Despite the jaded layer, Zeke also tends to be fairly excitable. He isn't worried about appearances and lives in the moment. He likes what he likes and he'll be damned if he cares what everyone else says about it. He'll try anything once and despite his self proclaimed rock star status he can't dance to save his life. It doesn't stop him from trying. He also has a chivalrous streak, his foster-mom who he considers his real mother taught him manners and how to be respectful. Likes-
- Music-anything from classical to country to classic rock to pop, he can find something interesting about any of it
- Girls-He is all about the ladies.
- Being the center of attention-good or bad Zeke loves attention
- Guyliner-he is a rock star damn it
- Anything 80's, he's often modeled himself off the New Wave singers and bands
- David Bowie-the good die too young
- Kids cartoons. Team Daffy for life.
- Stories-it doesn't matter if it's a book or a movie he loves stories and is actually fairly well read.
- People who don’t sing along in the car. What’s wrong with you?
- High expectations-he has parent issues
- Stick in the muds-life is too short to go home early
- Planning-he’s unfortunately a spur of the moment kind of guy
- People who don't laugh at his jokes
- Overly negative or pessimistic people
- Parents or authority figures who abandon their kids-although he's not a big fan of authority figures period
- Goal Oriented-if Zeke has a goal in mind he’ll work as hard as he has to to get it done.
- Socially adept-Zeke has good instincts and tends to get along well with most people, or at the very least he can manage them to get what he wants
- Creative-he writes music and lyrics, previously for his band now for himself
- Really good hair
- Emotional-Zeke has the bad habit of acting on emotions rather than holding himself back to make a more intelligent choice
- Physical activity-If it’s not dancing he’s not into it and he's clumsy to boot.
- Egotistical-not exactly to maniacal levels, but he has a big head and a little too much self-confidence
Zeke’s power is simple: he can create illusions. The object of his creations is limited only by his imagination from a scale of simple auditory hallucinations all the way to complete scenes trapping a person.
On the largest scale he can create full immersive dreamlike states. These can range from harmless every day scenes like a home or a meadow all the way to terrifying settings filled with monsters. If he can imagine it, he can trap a person in it. So far Zeke can only bring three people into one of these visions and they have to be within two hundred feet of him. Since they are full illusions they can not cause any physical harm directly to the participants, but while inside they can be injured or even killed. No harm results to their physical body, but mentally it can be traumatic and while trapped in the illusion they can perceive pain. Theoretically while trapped in the illusion their body could be hurt outside by someone else since mentally they aren't really all there to respond and defend themselves.
Zeke can and frequently does use this power on himself. He is able to transfer himself in and out of dreamstates he's placed other people in, but due to lack of experience runs the risk of being stuck. Someone with mental powers of their own or a strong enough personality can exert their will on these illusions causing them to change or even for them to get out of it although it isn't necessarily easy.
While the immersive illusions are the most powerful weapon in his arsenal, Zeke can also cast figures into the real world. Once again what he can create is limited by his imagination, which unfortunately for his victims is quite expansive. These constructs can actually interact with the real world to a certain extent, in that they only effect him and anyone he might be touching at the time. So if he creates a fire and sticks his hand in it, it might burn him, but to everyone else it would just be a source of heat and light while it tricks their perceptions. If he grabbed someone else's hand and stuck them both in, they potentially could both burn.
For the most part however these illusions merely trick the viewer's senses. They might perceive pain if he set them on fire, but their actual bodies would be unharmed. For example, he make rain and make you think you're dripping wet, but if you went to actually try to drink the water to survive it's not going to help you.
This power came with some limited mental resistance to telepathy and other people's illusions. Limits-
Zeke's biggest limitations are distance and sustainability. To trap someone in a dream state he has to be within two hundred feet of them and able to see them. His other illusions can travel as far as two hundred yards if they remain within Zeke's field of vision. If he can't see them, they flicker out and vanish. If he's effecting a wider area, for example creating the illusion of a thunder storm he can maintain it for that two hundred yards as long as he remains in the center of the illusion.
His dream states can be broken out of by someone sufficiently determined or with stronger mental powers than his own. If he's attacked mentally he's likely to drop his hold on any illusions he's created. If his physical body is attacked while he's in one of the dream states he's entirely vulnerable. He can also be injured by his own illusions since they can interact with him.
Illusions take concentration to maintain and if he's not paying attention or is busy with something else he isn't likely to be able to keep them going. Perceptive people may be able to tell they aren't real and once someone has figured that they can more or less work around it. That giant dragon coming screaming at you isn't scary when you know it's going to pass right through. Skills & Abilities-
Zeke has a natural gift for music honed by years of hard work. He can competently play guitar, piano, ukelele, and drums and is in the process of teaching himself the violin. He has a good singing voice with a large range and writes and composes his own music. He's also fairly knowledgeable about music and musicians in general, mostly due to listening to it constantly and reading about it on hi sown time.
He has some basic hand to hand combat skills and good instincts in a fight, but other than about six months of Tae-Kwon-Do is not formally trained.
Tall and lanky, Zeke still looks like he never quite grew into his legs. His blond hair is on the long side, because someone forgot to tell him he was not Duran Duran reincarnated. He seriously regrets that it's thin and not curly and floofy enough to get some real volume going. In different phases it's been different colors, most recently purple, but is currently its natural shade. He's been referred to as a pretty boy on some occasions, but at least that's better than being ugly.
In terms of style he's a bit of a fashion disaster. He often ends up shopping at thrift stores and anything he thinks is 80's style he's sure to buy. Whether he's entirely accurate or not is another story, but he tends to go for the leather jacket paired with sparkles look and has been known to show up on stage in fringe with fingerless gloves, because there's not one to tell him not to. He owns one suit which is entirely interview inappropriate since it's sparkly. He's a fan of Converse shoes and has Chucks in several different colors. He's had a few ear piercings and one nose ring which he mostly but not entirely has given up on.
He doesn't get on stage without his eyeliner. Even if that stage is a sketchy bar.Gear-
He owns both an acoustic and electric guitar and has absconded with his former band's keyboards and the majority of their recording equipment.
He boasts a large collection of CDs and records with the record player to appreciate them. Many of them came from garage sales so the quality on some is questionable.Additional Information-
If he could live at the beach he would.
He's actually a fairly accomplished cook and loves all kinds of food. His dream kitchen would have a double oven, marble countertops, stainless steel, and a crème brulee blow torch. He not so secretly marathons Food Network on a regular basis.
He's an avid social media user, for his music and personal life.
As a child he would daydream about his real father who he was sure was a rich, kind, awesome guy who was going to show up and get him one day so he could have a real family. Deep down that's what he really wanted then and he still hasn't entirely shaken the picture of a typical nuclear family: a wife, three kids, and a dog. Preferably all decked out in punk clothes or something cool like that. Even the dog.
Born in Salt Lake City, but grew up in various California homes. He considers NYC his real home.Immediate Family-
Alexa Brown nee-Hathaway-mother-39
He was briefly in a band that was actually posed to do well and had put out a CD, but since his bandmates threw him out he doesn't talk about them much. Unless it's about how he'd like to ruin their careers.History-
Zeke's story began in a dingy apartment in Los Alamos, New Mexico. His mother was nineteen from an upper middle class family, estranged from her parents, who got hooked on drugs and the party life. She wasn't entirely sure who the guy who got her pregnant was, but nine months into freshmen year of college a baby made an appearance. Parenthood did not beat any type of responsibility into Alexa, she would frequently drop Zeke with her parents to carry on with the dates and drugs and drinks.
When Zeke was two she ran away to LA with him, determined to start a career as singer, but really just running the circuits as a groupie for whatever band happened to be in front of her. It wasn't long before a neighbor sick of Zeke crying throughout the night when he was left alone called the police and child protective services were brought in. Without any family willing to step up and take him and with obvious signs of neglect and a mother who showed no willingness to actually parent, he was placed in foster care.
For the next eight years Zeke was bounced from one foster home to another to his mother and back again. She would go into rehab, get clean, get him back, and then fall into some new trap: abusive boyfriends, unemployment, abuse, neglect, until finally she lost parental rights altogether. Zeke knew his life wasn't normal, moving schools constantly, always a new set of foster parents, siblings, and schoolmates, but it was all he knew. He acted out to get attention, starting fights, playing the part of the class clown, and bouncing from one place to another. He ran away more than once, when he was younger to try to go home to his mother and when he was older just to get away. Books and music were his escape, although he never though to start playing.
When he was twelve he was on his way to yet another foster home, one Maria Jones who had spent her whole life taking in foster kids. In the system she was known as one who would take any kid, the problems, the unwanted one, and make her house a home. She took in an angry pre-teen and within a few months there was a marked change. She was the one who encouraged him to pick up a guitar and play and to write down the words in his head into lyrics. She introduced him to Tolkien and David Bowie and Led Zeppelin. She made him do his homework, but fed him homemade cookies while he did it. She was in every way the mother he had always wanted and never had.
They had two good years and Maria had even started the process to adopt him when things went wrong. It was a freak accident, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, caught in a drive by shooting and then she was dead and Zeke was without the first and best mom he had ever had.
It just proved that you couldn't count on anyone and he went into highschool with a bigger chip on his shoulder than ever. He started a garage rock band with some of his classmates and fell into a bad crowd, starting trouble, staying in trouble. As soon as he was eighteen he left California for the East Coast: the lights of New York were calling his name.
He joined a new band and for a while things were okay if not great. They were playing shows. They were getting hits on Youtube and their website was actually selling tracks that he was writing. He was still drinking too much and living a wild life, but he had friends, he had something to do, it was as good as it had ever gotten for him, until his mother got in touch. Turns out he had a little sister who had seen one of his videos and shown their mother who had recognized his name and face. She wanted to meet, Zeke said no. She had gotten her life together, had a daughter who she had kept and taken care of, was married with a whole new family. She hadn't come back for him, so he wasn't about to go back to her.
It was at the beginning of 2017 at a concert that the little bit of stability he had managed to carve out for himself fell apart again. They were on stage, it was the show of their life even though they were only the opening act, playing a set inspired by Led Zeppelin and fantasy films of the 80's when it happened, with every note, every guitar chord an image was bursting out of him, fantastical creatures, griffins and goblins and fairies. At first the audience believed it was simply special effects, the set was fantastical in nature after all, but when he manifested an actual dragon panic reigned.
It was a disaster. His bandmates freaked out and accused him of hiding his mutation from them and he protested. It wasn't him. He wasn't a mutant. He was nothing special.
Only that night while he slept more illusions appeared and accidentally he pulled his bandmates into a full on illusive scene. They threw him out of the house then, he had to beg his landlord to let him into get his things and while he was at it he took all of their recording gear since as far as he was concerned he was the band. He had copywritten everything he had written under his own name and although it was messy he held on to his music, despite the label dropping the entire band. No one wanted their up and coming star fronted by a mutant freak.
Zeke crashed on a variety of couches for the next two months, spiraling down. He replaced alcohol and drugs with the waking dreams his illusions provided, crazy, beautiful, amazing scenes better than any trip. He would just stay like this, he decided. He didn't need music or friends or anything. He was some kind of mutant freak with no prospects, he might as well live down to that expectation.
Only eventually he ran out of couches to crash on and living homeless or in a shelter was absolutely not going to happen. He had run across a mutant or two since he manifested and one had mentioned a school for people like them, even if Zeke didn't exactly want to be a person like them.
Anyway it was a place to stay, so he made his way to Xavier's ready to fake some credentials. It was a school right? They would need a music teacher, right? He was cheap. He just needed a place to crash and if they wanted him to be a super hero well he had a codename all picked out, Blackstar, a hat tip to the late and great David Bowie.
23How Can We Contact-
PM, SkypeTime Zone-
ESTHow did you find us?
I live here now.Other Characters-
X-23, Mistral, Marvel GirlRole Play Sample-
No band, no apartment, no bed, no future. Again. Man every time he started to make something work the world decided to kick him in the teeth. He had thought this was it. They were making great music. People liked them. They had a label. And those assholes had thrown him out on his ear.'Thanks Mom, thanks for your stellar frigging genetics. Hit the lottery with that one.'
A deadbeat mom who didn't care was bad enough. One who passed you on some weird genetic crap that made you a freak was just the shit lottery. Or maybe it was his unknown father's fault. His mom would have gone for the biggest freak in the room after all.
Ezekiel huffed to himself and kicked back on the couch he had picked for his bed tonight. It belonged to a chick who was a friend of an acquaintance, but she had food in the fridge, was willing to let a weirdo crash on her couch, and had an epic music collection. She was out at some class or something, Zeke had zero interest in college himself, which just meant he had the apartment to himself.
He put in his earbuds and kicked back to his Bowie mixtape, everything from Space Oddity to Lazarus and as it played he relaxed, let his mind go, reaching for the inexplicable swirl of color that he had never noticed drifting at the back of his mind. It was cheaper than a drug, a better high, and no one had to know about it. Better than booze too, although he had found when the hallucinations were too long then he woke up with what felt like a hangover anyway. 'If I could bottle this and sell it I'd be rich.'
Or if he could tap into it and write it into lyrics and melodies. But it was hard to think about music right then. Even that had let him down. What was the point of putting in all that work when everyone was going to drop you in a second like they had? It wasn't his fault he was some kind of mutant. Besides, the dragon hadn't hurt anyone, it had been cool actually, an awesome effect. No need for fancy technology if he could do that, then he could do a bad-ass show anywhere for practically free. 'No one wants to see it.'
His enthusiasm was snuffed out as quickly as it came and he sunk into the vision he had created for himself, a brightly colored world of fantasy creatures frolicing. In the distance he could still hear the music and he was starting to drift off when the images suddenly started to fragment as the song changed. In the Villa of Ormen
In the Villa of Ormen
Stands a solitary candle
At the center of it all
At the center of it all
The meadow was turning gray, the colors leeching out of it and the creatures changing, becoming nightmare versions of themselves: ragged and bloody. Zeke tried to pull out of it, but it was like a dream you couldn't wake up from.'This isn't real.'
But it felt real.Something happened on the day he died
Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside
Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried
I'm a Blackstar
I'm a Blackstar
Monsters were converging now, this had gone from a pleasant meadow to a really bad trip. Zeke tried to remind himself it was his vision, he could control what he saw, but his surroundings weren't buying that story. So instead he started to run, but the ground was falling out from under him and the dragons were hungry.How many times does an angel fall?
How many people lie instead of talking tall?
He trod on sacred ground
He cried loud into the crowd
I'm a Blackstar
I'm a Blackstar
I'm not a gangster
There was a dark explosion of light and Zeke sat up wide awake and gasping, shaking, and drenched n sweat. Well hell. No one had mentioned that your mutant power could turn around and bite you in the ass like that. Not that he had exactly gotten a guidebook to this.
No way was he going to try that again though. Zeke stood up and went to push the window open, letting in the chilly night breeze to remind himself that the real world was still out there, not that nightmarish illusion. Far below the city noises were reassuring, no dragons, no blood dripping monsters.
Well. None outside the ordinary anyway.
Nov 1 2017, 01:14 AM
and I talked about this a little back when Laura and Amara tried to go acquire roller blades only to find out there were no swords involved and I watch a lot of dumb movies while I'm on nights so what if the New Mutant girls go ahead and decide that it would be a great idea to start a roller derby team? (Yeah I know you can't just start your own team, but for the sake of fiction let's pretend we can), because the NMs haven't gone out and gotten into any trouble lately and that's just sad, so them bashing people on roller blades with codenames seems like a good place to start.
There are actually a couple leagues in NYC: https://www.gothamgirlsrollerderby.com/
So any interest? The boys can come along to watch if they want. Tagging all the NM girls.
EDIT: And obviously they're sneaking out to do this of course... what the X-Men will never notice all the teens are out of the mansion at the same time!Ace
Jul 4 2017, 04:38 AM
Celebrity Claim- Rose Leslie
Jean Elaine GreyNicknames/Aliases-
Red, Jeannie, I’m-Too-Sexy-For-A-CodenameAge-
A lady never tells. Date of Birth-
May 27th, 1983Faction-
X-Men, arrived in 1997Occupation-
Teaches science at the school while she unlocks the secrets of the universe/genetics.
Jean is a creature of contradictions. She’s likes to be around people, but is slow to warm up to them. She’s intelligent, pretty, and successful, but still remembers her lack of control in her childhood and is afraid to return to those days.
Highly intelligent and organized, Jean’s perfectionist nature has made her her own worst enemy. She expects perfection from herself and at thirty-thirty you really think someone would have told her that no one is perfect, not even her. The early emergence of her powers has made her cautious with relationships and her trust. As a telepath she is also privy to surface thoughts and occasionally deeper ones. Although she’s had it hammered into her head from childhood not to abuse her powers by looking too deep, Jean hasn’t always been the best with following that rule and has been known to search deeper to find a person’s true motivations. This often leaves her disgruntled and has ruined more than one relationship. It’s also left her as a fairly blunt individual who can’t abide by liars. She has no patience for useless arguments or people who throw their weight around. She’ll respect a person when they’ve earned it and not a moment before. She often takes on the role of a mediator, she doesn’t want to listen to arguments and she isn’t a fan of chaos.
None of that is to say she isn’t a caring person. Jean enjoys mentoring those who want to learn. She’s highly loyal especially to the school. She believes in Xavier’s dream of peace between human and mutants, but has a bit of a temper. She’s no pacifist and has been known to be a bit more forceful than perhaps Xavier would like her to be. She’s killed in the past and come to terms with it. She also wouldn’t hesitate to throw herself in the line of fire for her teammates or students. She’s been jokingly referred to as a Mama Bear and she doesn’t deny it. She believes in doing the right thing and wants very much so to be the kind of person who will always do that, but she occasionally finds herself falling short such as the injudicious use of telepathy. This annoys her, she holds everyone to high expectations and she’s no exception. She has the unfortunate need to be the best at things and first with everyone as well as a jealous streak, although she tries to keep these more negative traits hidden. She has a secret funny side and while she’s no class clown and may pretend disapproval at some of her teammate’s antics, she has a sense of humor deep down.
Jean is a problem solver with no time for whiners who don’t want to find a solution. She’s almost always busy with something and works hard on any project she undertakes. Once committed she dedicates herself completely to something or someone. She’s not good at relaxing, she always feels like she should be doing something and that she has to achieve great things. The one exception to this is when she’s playing Facebook games, an addiction she tries to hide.
Not always the most tactful person, she does care about her family and people in general. She often goes out of her way to help or comfort the students. She remembers her own early struggles with her powers all too well and wants to save anyone she can from the same fate.
She hates the spotlight, especially since she can hear the thoughts of everyone watching her. She has forced herself into it for academic presentations and modeling as a young adult, but she isn’t truly at ease with it. When necessary for her to take the center stage she prepares very thoroughly, she doesn’t like to look dumb and wants to have an answer for everything. She tends to blend herself into the background at social events, she would like to be the one out dancing in the crowd, but hates the attention. She only truly lets loose around some of the longer running members of the X-Men team and at the occasional school function. The older X-Men may have been privy to other moments of familiarity, such as her pajamas emblazoned with cartoon characters or early morning Jean without her coffee or worst of all drunk Jean who thinks she can sing (she can’t).Likes-
- Ice cream, especially strawberry
- Action movies
- Being right
- Facebook games
- Pig headedness
- People who do less than their best
- Gym clothes as real outfits. Nike shorts are not cool. Leggings are not pants.
- Low tolerance for bull shit
- Hard on herself
Jean’s primary power is her telepathy. She’s one of the strongest known telepaths in the world.
- Mind reading: The most basic use of her telepathy, Jean can not only read minds, but project her own thoughts to others. With this ability she can “track” people within her range by following their thought pattern. Currently her radius is one hundred miles to read or project which can be enhanced with Cerebro. She can pick up on familiar signatures (such as the First Class or Xavier) and reach them to send thoughts as far as two hundred miles. Jean is also able to take control of another’s mind, manipulating them into doing what she wishes to include actions and making them forget something they have witnessed. She can also use the manipulation as a type of cloak, shielding herself and others from view by fooling her adversary’s brain into not processing what their eyes are telling them. She can access, change, and erase memories, however this is difficult and time consuming.
- llusions: Once inside someone’s head, Jean has the ability to create illusions. The illusions are all completely mental in nature and can only be seen by the people she is effecting. If she has time to go searching through someone’s mind she can tailor these to the individual she is fighting however she also has some “stock” illusions in her repertoire of things that are generally scary. Her favorite is the clown snake.
- Astral Projection: Jean has trained extensively with Charles on Astral Projection. She has never actually engaged on a true battle on the Astral field, but knows how to project, manipulate the environment, and has had some practice skirmishes with her mentor.
- Psi Bolts: Another mental projection technique, Jean can overload an enemy’s mental pathways with her bolts. They have no physical shape, but can cause pain and in a weak mind, death.
- Psi Shield: Jean has a natural resistance to other telepath’s attacks. She’s not unstoppable, but it would take a stronger mutant with a stronger will to defeat her in her own mind. Jean can extend this shield to others within her line of sight, currently three to five other individuals depending on the strength of the attacking telepath.
- Empathy: Jean isn’t a true empath, but she tends to pick up on people’s moods if she delves into their minds or pays attention to their surface thoughts. She can not manipulate or control people’s emotions.
- Telepathic link: Jean has never had cause to construct such a link, but should she choose she has the ability to form a bond. This would allow the other party to send thoughts to her more easily as well as negate the effects of distance. With such a bond they would be able to contact each other anywhere, anytime and it would be almost impossible to keep secrets with the overflow of thoughts from one to the other.
On her own her range for her mind reading is approximately one hundred miles. She must be within line of sight for her psi bolts or illusions. She may be able to telepathically cloak herself from view, but she can not fool machines or cameras. Jean’s telepathy is strong enough that she must actively shield to filter out surface thoughts, she has grown used to the constant outpouring, but occasionally still slips up and answers thoughts rather than spoken words. This is worse when she’s tired. Illusions and Astral projections both require intense concentration to maintain. Any time she manipulates minds she must take care to avoid permanent damage, in her hands her power can be a scalpel or a battering ram and it’s probably best not to attempt complicated maneuvers on the battle field. Power Name-
As if evolution hadn’t done her enough favors, Jean’s secondary mutation is telekinesis or in layman’s terms she can move things with her mind. She currently can lift up to five tons, however her real strength is fine control. She has no issues using her telekinesis simply to move pens and papers around and she does quite frequently when she’s at home.
- Flight: Jean can lift and propel herself through the air at speeds of up to 25 miles per hour. She can stay aloft as long as she can keep concentration, but typically flies solo as she can only carry with her what she can physically carry without telekinesis.
- Telekinetic barriers: Functioning like a telekinetic deflection Jean can create telekinetic barriers within forty feet of herself. These barriers only work against physical threats such as brute strength or objects thrown or fired at her. She has a range of fifty feet and must be within line of sight to create a shield.
Jean has a weight limit (five tons) but even that is the maximum weight she can lift, currently she can keep her max weight under control for five to ten minutes. While flying she has no anatomical mutation to allow her to breathe thinner or air or thinner bone structure to let her stay up longer. She depends solely on her concentration and telekinesis to stay aloft, however her weight max is much more limited while flying and is reduced to herself and what she is capable of physically carrying. Her barriers typically can last while she’s paying attention, but in a battle can be worn down by sheer force. She is also limited to creating either a dome with a seven foot radius by eight foot height or a solid wall that can range up to fifteen feet long by ten feet high. Skills & Abilities-
- Jean went through all the same training as the rest of the First Class. She’s a capable hand to hand fighter and tactician. Although capable of leading she’s often content to step back and allow the likes of Cyclops and Wolverine that dubious honor. Unfortunately she’s a bit of a backseat driver, offering them unasked for advice telepathically and out loud.
- She’s a skilled pilot.
- She briefly considered a career in fashion design and can sew well, she still sketches her designs and makes herself clothes.
- She speaks some French, because fashion and Japanese, because too many of the X-Men do and she wants to know what they’re talking about.
- She has two bachelors because she’s an overachiever, one in genetics and one in psychology which she got in an attempt to work out dealing with the kids (it didn’t help). She also has a master’s and doctorate in genetics.
Five feet, nine inchesWeight-
The most striking thing at first look is Jean’s hair, dark red usually long and loose. In the field or at work she wears it in a bun or braid, but at home its free either in its natural waves or straightened. Pale skin and green eyes complete the redhead look. She’s tall with a willowy frame. She could probably stand to put on another five to ten pounds, but hasn’t.
In day to day life she goes light on the makeup, except for trademark bright red lipstick which she wears simply because she can. It’s usually paired with natural colors. For dressy occasions or on days when she’s cranky or needs a little extra oomph she goes for greens. In highschool she had a purple eyeshadow phase, but has mostly grown out of that. Along with the funky lipstick colors. Fingernails are usually professional, either a French manicure or light pink gel. Toe nails never match, since no one at work sees them she goes for bright colors and experimental patterns. When working she tends to dress professionally although she prefers dark bold colors. Of course in the lab she wears her lab coat, because it makes her feel sciencey. She’s not one for lounging about in yoga pants or shudder, leggings. Even on her off time she’s usually in sundresses or at the very least jeans. Gear-
Jean doesn’t carry any gear with her, but has trained to use Cerebro.
No black leather suits for Jean’s costume, she has given the suit a bit more pizzazz than that. She has given up on the green dress she wore as a teenager and moved to black pants, dark shirt, and a black and green jacket, with the X-Men belt. She has a half gold mask, because it really wouldn’t do for Dr. Grey the geneticist to be known as a super hero. Reference: LINKAdditional Information-
Jean can’t cook to save her life. She manages to burn or undercook everything. She loves good food though, if you cook for her you’ll probably be her best friend.
She’s probably the only person in the world to still have a Farmville. She checks her cows and crops religiously every day.
She was given the codename Marvel Girl as a teenager and for lack of something better still uses it. After all, “Mind Reader” or “Lifts Stuff” or “Lady Brain” sound even worse.
Annandale-on-Hudson, New YorkImmediate Family-
Sara Grey-older sister
Jean has been estranged from her parents and sister since she went to Xavier’s. They exchange Christmas cards and the occasional phone call, but haven’t seen each other since Jean’s graduation with her Bachelor’s degree. Others-
The rest of the First Class are her closest friends, brothers, and in highschool occasional crushes.
Her beagle, Darwin. He’s the dumbest dog in the world, but she adores him and constantly is making excuse for him chewing up shoes, furniture, eating food, and generally making a nuisance of himself.
The rest of the X-Men are her family, even the ones who get on her nerves.History-
In her early years Jean Grey lived a charmed life. She was the younger child to a successful couple, living out the American dream in suburbia. She had an older sister she adored and loving parents. She was popular with her classmates, a straight A student, a gifted athlete, she had it all and likely it would have continued that way if not for her mutation. When Jean was just thirteen years old her best friend was hit by a car and the trauma of the event caused her powers to activate early. A telepathic bond formed between Jean and Annie, making Jean live through her friend’s terrifying final moments.
Jean withdrew after that. She could hear voices all the time now, the thoughts of the people around her practically assaulting her mind. Junior was hard enough without the thoughts of her peers, teachers, and parents coming at her unstoppably all the time. Add that to the trauma of Annie’s death and Jean went from one of the most popular girls in her grade to one of the outcasts, the freaks.
She became depressed and her parents began trying to find a solution. Medications and therapists all failed, but in 1997 at the age of 14 one Professor Charles Xavier got in touch with them. Jean was a mutant, a telepath of no small talent. Her parents were dumbstruck and all too happy to hand her over to him to attend his school. They still loved their daughter, but they didn’t know what to do with her and Jean was all too happy to go. As far as she was concerned they had spent the last year pushing her off onto other people, not wanting to deal with her. They were embarrassed to have a daughter with “issues”, comparing her to Sara who had never had any problems and even if they never voiced these thoughts Jean heard them and resented them.
Xavier placed mental blocks around the majority of Jean’s powers, leaving her with a very limited amount of telepathy to work with. Without the constant deluge of other’s thoughts she was able to take on an active role with her new teammates, becoming something of the team mother, keeping the boys in line. She desperately wanted to be one of the team and not the girl, the outsider. To this end she often bossed the boys around, insisting they come do this or that with her whether it was sneaking into the city, power training, or movie nights. She strove to keep up with them, mastering the same fighting, piloting, and strategizing techniques they learned. Her perfectionist nature drove her to work to master the telepathy Xavier left her with and demand he remove the blocks. He was more cautious and when her telekinesis developed the telepathy took a bit of a backseat as she learned to control this new power.
When she was eighteen she joined her four teammates in the fight against Magneto. Convinced this would not be the last encounter with him she talked Xavier into removing the remaining mental blocks. She spent several years honing her control of her telepathy. She was determined not to let her power get the best of her, she was the one in control, not it.
While working on the telepathy she pursued a stint in modeling in New York, however always knowing what everyone thought of her had an almost crippling effect. She considered going into design, but between people’s critique of her body while modeling and her clothes while designing she dismissed the idea. She claims it’s because it was impractical, but that’s truly only part of the issue. She turned to genetics instead, she had always been good at science and here she dealt in facts. If she was right she could prove it, if she was wrong the data would tell. Opinions were meaningless, which meant even if her classmates thought badly of her at least it was because she was right and they were wrong, not because she was too fat or her dress was ugly or she was a prude who wouldn’t sleep with designers to get to model their clothes. Although she enjoys her field, one of her secret regrets is that she didn’t continue in the fashion world.
By then she had achieved marginal control of her telepathy and moved to Massachusetts to attend MIT and study genetics. After graduation with her bachelor’s and thoroughly bored with normalcy Jean returned to Xavier’s and continued studying for her doctorate while also teaching the next generation of students. This was her purpose, this was how she would make her mark.
Presently she works her genetics magic in the lab Xavier constructed for her in the subbasement while also teaching highschool courses. In addition to being a member of the Gold Team she has made herself available over the years to students for individual power training, particularly the telepaths and telekinetics.
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Kaylee Vanessa MardisNicknames/Aliases-
Kay, Hurricane KayleeAge-
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Nurse & Tutor/Mentor/Superhero/Free Loader at Xavier’s
Kaylee is mostly a cheerful individual. She’s bubbly, bounces back, and likes to have a good time. She’s prone to waving off unpleasant facts and ignoring her problems, which usually comes back to bite her. She tends to jump to conclusions and then rush into things without always thinking it through. She means well, but she’s not the quiet, thoughtful type.
She’s loyal and once you’re her friend she’ll fight tooth or nail for you. She loves her family and is willing to distribute beat downs to anyone talking smack about them. She is a people person and she enjoys being around others, but tends to only have a few very close friends. She’s always ready to drop what she’s doing to give advice or go help someone take care of their problems. She has a maternal protective streak around her friends or kids in general. She’s always been confident, sometimes overly so, and is secure in her own skin. She has her down days and knows she’s not perfect but overall, she doesn’t hang around angsty. Unfortunately even though she gives great advice, she doesn’t always follow it herself.
She carries herself with a lot of bravado which has led to plenty of arguments and fights. She’s also fairly sarcastic (some would say sassy). She’s been raised to be polite with yes and no sir/ma’ams, but that doesn’t mean she always uses those manners. She isn’t just brave, she’s dauntless, if she’s scared she isn’t going to show it, she’s going to laugh it off with a snarky comment and fight head on. She’s also stubborn and if she thinks she’s right she isn’t going to change her mind.
Spending time at Xavier’s taught Kaylee to work in a team as well as lead one. She’s comfortable taking the lead and is naturally a little bossy, but can take orders and play well with others. If she thinks those orders are stupid or if they go against her ethics, she’s not going to follow them. Likewise rules are nice, but she’s not above bending them some if there’s no harm to it, especially small ones. She’s always been a little bit of a troublemaker, breaking small rules here, causing a little chaos there, but she’s never gotten herself into serious trouble. She has good instincts and usually follows her gut, even if she isn’t exactly sure what’s going on.
While most of the time Kaylee meanders along, marching to the beat of her own drummer, when she’s in her zone and given responsibility she does well and is meticulous. She likes to excel at everything she does and has a competitive nature. She’s good at thinking on her feet or in her words “winging it”, but it capable of planning and following through when necessary. She tends to be over-imaginative, always coming up with grand plans or crazy scenarios. This also occasionally leads to ruminating about actual serious business, such as the fact that any kid she’s likely to have will probably be a mutant. She likes her mutation, but she’s seen the difficulties it can bring. For someone as family oriented as her, this has created some quiet discontent. Likes-
- Bad movies and old TV shows
- Football and throwing football parties (which might just mean her eating buffalo chicken dip and watching sports all day)
- Baking. And eating baked goods.
- Hanging out in her pajamas all day
- Teaching others
- Adventure and excitement
- Artsy movies, she doesn’t get them.
- Vegetables, some nurse she is.
- Connects well with other people
- Holds grudges
- Can be a bit of an airhead at times.
At its most basic level Kaylee’s power is the ability to manipulate air and wind via the manipulation of the molecules making up the air. When in top form she can manipulate winds up to 180 miles per hour, the intensity of a severe hurricane. This allows her to cause substantial damage, bringing down small buildings and lifting cars or creating missiles out of objects. This means it’s completely within her ability to throw down people, bring down doors, and throw small objects around.
Kaylee can also use her power in more creative ways. She can create mini deadspaces by sucking the air out an area of approximately ten feet by ten feet, effectively suffocating anyone in her vortex. She can also create air streams to “fly” although it’s more like ice skating on currents she manipulates. Kaylee also can use wind to spy on people by carrying their conversations to her if they’re within fifty feet of her.Another useful facet is the ability to create compressed pockets of air and then rapidly expand them creating small explosive effects. With proper concentration she's been able to break glass (and bones) and cave in doors. While she's capable of summoning winds more powerful, this requires less energy and is honestly more surprising and controllable in small spaces.Limits-
Manipulating air requires concentration. If she’s distracted or in a fight trying not to die her effectiveness decreases. Flying especially takes a lot of concentration. If she’s trapped in her own deadzone there’s nothing to manipulate and she’s useless. She’s susceptible to all the usual means of harm. Kaylee can only keep up her top speeds for five minutes at a time, but that’s usually all she needs.
Kaylee also doesn’t have any particular resistance to the air herself. She can be knocked around by it if she isn’t controlling it away from her, though typically she funnels her currents around her and her allies. She also isn’t built to go particularly high, her eyes can’t handle it (hence her goggles with her costume), but also her body isn’t equipped for cold. Her flying is usually strictly low leveled, with a max height of 7000 feet in terms of her body handling it. On the other hand maintaining enough control to keep her aloft safely means she typically cruises much lower. She’ll still go splat if she falls and doesn’t catch herself. Skills & Abilities-
- She’s a Southerner, her father and uncle taught her to shoot and safely handle firearms at a young age on fishing and hunting trips. She thinks hunting and fishing is boring, but went for the time spent with her family. She owns a rifle and a handgun. Just in case.
- She’s a nurse, so has medical knowledge, but works in labor and delivery so good luck with that gunshot wound or heart attack, but she can totally deliver your baby or stop your postpartum hemorrhage!
- Thanks to all the years of X-Training she knows how to fight and handle herself in stressful situations. She has basic tactical knowledge.
To her complete dismay, Kaylee is a short girl. She makes up for it with a lot of bravado and carrying herself like she’s about six feet tall. Intensive physical training has made her strong and muscular, even if she’s small. Even before she had a mutation to blame her hair always looked a little crazy with frizz that wouldn’t be tamed and parts falling out of braids. Periodically she cuts it short, complains she can’t do anything with it, grows it out, complains that it’s annoying, and the cycle starts over again.
Her choices in clothing range from jeans and plaid shirts (that girl loves plaid shirt, she currently has fourteen in different colors) to t-shirts to dresses. Despite her tomboy attitude she loves sparkly makeup. She also sports a lot of Auburn University gear, which was her alma mater, but also to needle her parents who are University of Alabama fans. Shoes tends to be Converse or cowboy boots. She’s not above sitting around in pajamas or sweats all day if she’s staying home. She also loves to get dressed up. She got herself invited to a few formals at school just for the opportunity to wear ball gowns.
She has two tattoos, one an arrow on her right wrist pointing forward to her hand and the other a stylized swirling pattern that represents wind on her left shoulder. Her belly button and ears are pierced, usually with hoops unless she's in training or a fight. Gear-
She has a set of purple and silver goggles because they look really cool and to protect her eyes from damage in high speed winds. They match her uniform, black with purple and silver accents. Teenage Kaylee thought it was cool, adult Kaylee still secretly thinks it’s cool. Additional Information-
She owns a beat up old green pick up truck which she dubbed Scarlett after Scarlett O’Hara. She plays country music obnoxiously loud, singing off key, while bopping around in it, getting some strange looks from New Yorkers.
She makes terrible choices when it comes to dating. In highschool she had to be different and dated humans outside the school, it never worked out. In college the guys she ended up with always turned out to be jerks. Once again, great advice, doesn’t follow it. She’s a hopeless romantic, but convinced she’s going to end up an old forever alone cat lady.
She loves to read, anything and everything from really bad romance novels to Westerns to fantasy to classics. Her parents had a rule, one book a week and Kaylee happily embraced it.
Notasulga, AlabamaImmediate Family-
Lee Ann Mardis-40-mother
Brad Mardis-brother-19-currently serving in the Marine Corps
She spent the years 2009-2012 and then half of 2015 at Xavier’s so is familiar with many of the residents, she went to school with the likes of Menagerie, Hellfire, Mirage, Mimic, Shadowcat, Firestar, Spark, and Savage. The X-Men are as much her family at her biological one.
She has several cousins on her mother’s side she’s close to, they know she’s a mutant, as does her mom’s brother, Uncle Bryan who was her partner in crime as a kid. History-
Kaylee was a surprise, unplanned baby born while her parents were in their senior year of high school. It wasn’t really an earth shattering event in small town Alabama, but it was life changing for them. With help from her grandparents, her parents were able to finish high school. They got married shortly after and with the goal of achieving a better life from themselves and their daughter started working, her mother as a nurse’s assistant and her father in an autobody shop while they pooled money for Lee Ann to take classes at a community college. Little by little the credits added up until she was able to become a nurse. They started the whole process of saving over again, until Jacob was able to buy partial ownership in the shop.
Of course, Kaylee didn’t realize the struggle her family went through when she was that young. They had a decent house and food on the table and she was happy to run around outside with the neighborhood kids and her cousins while her grandmothers took turns watching her. Her childhood was fairly unremarkable, other than the world shaking she received when her parents had a baby when she was three, a little brother who she tried to sell to the circus.
Most of her early upbringing was fairly uneventful. She went to school where she was a fairly average student. She played sports with the boys in the neighborhood and went to church on Sundays. Her uncle was a graduate of the nearby college, Auburn University, and frequently took her to football and baseball games to her mother’s dismay. They take their college football seriously in the Mardis-Ward family (like most of the state) and her parents were fans of the rival school, the University of Alabama. She was definitely the family problem children, getting into brawls, pulling pranks, nothing ever too bad or problematic, but enough that if something was happening she was usually involved.
In middle school, the former owner of the autobody shop passed it entirely off to Jacob. This enabled them to move out of Notasulga and into Auburn right before Kaylee started eighth grade, a decision made because Jacob and Lee Ann wanted the kids to go to a better school district. The move was not well received by Kaylee. Her family, although doing well financially, was poorer than a lot of the kids. She didn’t get along with her new classmates and got into a few significant fights over them, especially in on her younger siblings’ behalf. Insults were traded, including white trash. She also didn’t hit it off with the clique of popular girls in her class, resulting in a feud that would last as long as Kaylee was in Auburn and include them “stealing” her first boyfriend at the end of freshmen year.
Right around the spring of freshmen year, Gage and Ashley became the target of a few local highschool bullies. Brad and Kaylee went after them and in the fight, Kaylee’s mutation manifested. No one quite knew what had happened and the bullies were too embarrassed to tell anyone that they had gotten beaten by a girl and a middle school kid, but Kaylee knew it was something, especially since by then the “mutant problem” was a hot topic of conversation.
Kaylee told her parents, more excited than freaked out, and they made her promise to keep it quiet. They were worried about their oldest, their problem child. They knew the world wasn’t very generous towards mutants and she was rambunctious, more likely to shout from the roof to the world that she was a mutant and proud than she was to be careful and discreet about it. Hoping it was a one time thing, her parents decided to just say nothing about it and hope it would blow over. The world doesn’t work like that though and in a tornado hit Notasulga. Kaylee decided to play the hero and went out to try to stop it. It didn’t end well. Part of the town got ripped up, she passed out, and to top it off, she made the local headlines. Xavier’s got in touch with her then offering her a place at the school.
Her parents decided it would be the safest place for her and so off she went almost immediately. Kaylee thrived there, people didn’t care that she was from the backwoods, they didn’t know her history, and most of them were from way more messed up backgrounds than her anyway. The teachers pushed her to work harder physically (Wolverine) and mentally (everyone else) and for once she actually listened. She had never exactly been lazy, her parents cracked the whip too much for that, but she had never tried as hard as she could. Under Xavier she began to push herself, to keep up with the others and to prove to them that she was X-Man material, because what kid doesn’t want to be a super hero? She got along well enough with most of her classmates, nursing brief crushes on both Wolverine and Cyclops during her years at school (well the caliber of material for crushes on a teacher was higher there than your average school).
She graduated with better grades than she had ever had and good ACT scores. She went back to Auburn for college, but spent summers and parts of her other breaks back at Xavier’s training with the Blue Team and helping out with the kids who didn’t have anywhere to go. As she had done in high school she often took other students home with her, after all with four of her own kids, Lee Ann never minded having a couple of their friends running around the house, even if they had fangs or tails or shot electricity out of their eyeballs. She became a bit of a local celebrity at home, people had heard about her stunt with the tornado and then disappearance and despite the college bringing in so many people, Auburn really still is a small town. Most of her highschool enemies went on to the university so she hadn’t quite escaped them, but having been out in the world at least she had realized there was more to life than high school drama. A few of them tried to cause trouble over mutants, Auburn has it’s fanatics like anywhere else, but most people ignored it or took up for Kaylee. December of 2014 saw her back at Xavier’s when her power changed to include her accidentally blowing things up. After an explosive (literally) argument with a roommate, Kaylee took a semester off to head back to Xavier’s to sort out the newest part of her power: the ability to create pressurized areas of explosions
, returning to Alabama the next August to finish her degree.
When she graduated with a degree in nursing, Kaylee headed back to Westchester in early October. She had heard about the Purifier attacks and was worried about her second family. She got a job at a local hospital as a Labor and Delivery nurse, but since she only works three days a week there, spends the rest of her time helping out with the students of all ages whether it’s power control, tutoring, or mentoring, but is available to help in the infirmary if Merry needs it. Granted, she has a strict, “If insides are on the outsides, I leave” policy. She also received a promotion, joining the Gold Team which she takes more seriously than she takes most things in life
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