X-Men Class of 1985 (Inactive)

Game Master Reckless

But when he was 14, things started to change. At first it seemed like normal puberty. He grew hungrier. Grew a little hairier. But then weird things started to happen. He started to be able to randomly smell things, things that were to far away to be smelled. Hear conversation from across the quad. And then the hunger really started to get to him. It seems that he had to eat all of the time. And it was often for meat. Scared, he hid it from his parents, and being a nerd, he started to do some research. He started with the library at school. Finding nothing, he started looking through the library at the University. He looked at any book about genetics he could find. He would write extensive notes about the progression of what was happening and what he could find.

One night, while biking home after spending hours at the library, he was stopped, by none other than Jared Plont and his gang. They knocked him off his bike, taunting him. Jared started pushing him around the group, asking him about the bag, and upon the discovery that it was books, pushing him around some more. But when he started to rip his note book, Michael started to push back. Which promptly caused the gang to start seriously beating him. Angry and scared, Michael felt the adrenaline pumping. He started to change. His teeth grew longer, claws erupted from his fingers. Muscles broadened. Legs and arms lengthed. He saw nothing but red, then blacked out.

When he came to, he was in bed, covered in blood and back to normal. Michael cleaned up, hoping that it was just a nightmare, some freakish dream. But then the police came knocking. They found his things with the bodies of Jared Plont and his gang. It seems that they were ripped apart by wild dogs or wolves. They didn't suspect poor Michael, but they asked him questions, trying to see if they saw anything that could help.

But this was enough to attract the attention of Professor Xavier. The day after, he came knocking at the door, telling him of a place he could learn to control the beast inside him. He took the offer and for the past 3 years, he has been a fine student, learning a bit about how to control himself as a beast, though it has been an uphill battle.

So yeah, he is a bit like Beast, but he has a rougher backstory and starts out with the beast form. And he has worse control over his bestial urges.

In human form, the only powers he has are some increased senses, mainly smell and hearing. He is intelligent and he is training under the Professor to be a scholar and expert on mutants. He is tall and filled out quite a bit in the 3 intervening years, but has a heavy dose of nerd to him. Brown hair and yellow eyes behind glasses.

In the beast form, however, he has increased strength and agility, low levels of regeneration, claws and fangs. He appears much like the classic werewolf, hence the name. At first, this form was uncontrollable, but now Michael has some control. His intelligence decreases and still acts mostly on instinct, but he can now tell friend from foe, understand and take instructions, and even speak a little. But he occasionally will lose control.

There seems to be some gradation with his form, corresponding to adrenaline levels. He becomes more beast like, becoming stronger and faster, the more scared or angry he is, and there is a threshold in which he loses control. (Mechanically, maybe based on damage?)

To truly give Drew a new start, Damon and his family (wife and daughter) moved from the depths of Chicago to a new home in Salem Center New York while they waited for the adoption process to be completed. Transferring to the SCPD police department, Damon took on the role of lieutenant and managed to gain the confidence and respect of his men rapidly. However, fate was not so smile kindly on Drew and his new family. On the way home from celebrating the official adoption, the car driven by Damon found itself hurtling off the rod and into a light pole courtesy of a drunk driver. Drew found himself flying through the front of the car and clear of the wreckage.

Discovering the car on fire, Andrew gave no thought to what had just happened, but immediately ran to the car and pulled the door open. Or rather off the car as he flung it to the side just as police and rescue arrived. Seeing the bodies of the family that made him one of their own was too much for Drew and he passed out.

When Drew awoke in the hospital and learned the fate of his potential father he fell into a deep depression. Strangely, at the same time, the entirety of North Salem experienced a storm outbreak that lasted for a couple of weeks. Noticing the storms abated as he left the hospital, Drew put a couple of other smaller incidents together in his mind and he realized that it was his own moods that were affecting the weather around him. Over the next couple of days, he learned a few things about what he could do.He managed to keep it hidden, but he was very afraid that he would lose control and spawn an EF-5 tornado or other devastating weather event. This fear and potential strength acted as a beacon for Professor X and Cerebro. Soon after he was spotted, Professor Xavier sent him an invitation to visit and join his school.

Background:

Isabelle White grew up the only child in a middle-class liberal family. Her childhood was relatively normal and her parents, both doctors, were always joining protests in support of gay rights, racial equality and even mutant rights. They always thought that mutants should be treated as people not monsters. That was until their own daughter showed the first signs of her developing powers. It was a normal day when Isabelle was just 15. Isabelle was in sports class, playing baseball. She'd always been pretty good at sports, and today, standing at second base, waiting for the pitch, she felt energised - like she could do anything. The pitch came, Sally Brindal hit the ball and Isabelle ran. Sally had not hit the ball well and it quickly came flying back towards third base. The opposing player caught the ball and began lowering it to touch Isabelle,.. and everything seemed to slow. Isabelle felt herself, shift, momentarily losing control of herself and somehow slipping through the girl's outstretched hand....

Powers:
Whisp has the ability to transform her body into a small ball of blue heatless vaguely human-shaped flame-like light. In this form she can phase through solid objects and can fly. When she phases through living creatures they are stunned (affliction effect).

Appearance:
Isabelle is short at 5ft.1in. with pale freckled skin, short black hair and a thin build. Being somewhat short-sighted, Isabelle wears glasses and, as a bit of a tom-boy tends to favour jeans and t-shirts, often with a baseball cap, rather than dresses or skirts. (I would determine Whisp's uniform in game if selected, if appropriate.

Notes:
I haven't played this system before so I'd need a bit of support in character creation and some of the mechanics.

Vincenzo Rafael Tuveri was born to an arch-traditionalist Sicilian-American family. His father, Rafael, made all the decisions. His mother stayed at home and involved herself with charity and the church when not supervising the maid. Everything was a certain way and there was no other way it could be. Everybody ate together every night. Every Sunday they drove half an hour to attend the church that Vincenzo's great-grandfather, the stonemason who came over from the old country and never learned to read, helped build. After the service, they paid their respects at the stone that had his name carved into it. Vincenzo's grandfather, that one that made good, had that put in for his father's sixtieth birthday.

Church, family, tradition. You could depend on those things. Vincenzo learned very early on that his first duty was always to them. He should always be loyal and faithful and never do anything that could bring shame or harm to the family. Most especially, he should never speak to the police because they hated Italians (the Italian cops most of all) and anything you said they would twist around to get you or someone else into trouble. At home and at St. Andrea's Catholic School for Boys Vincenzo encountered little to bring any of it into question.

But bring shame on the family he did. Despite the generous, stable home that his father provided, Vincenzo barely made it a year into his schooling before he began having momentary blackouts. They happened often enough to thoroughly destroy his grades. When he blacked out while moving, he often fell over or ran into things. Sometimes one of his legs or an arm would spasm too. Soon he was the kid everyone loved to make fun of.

Vincenzo's father did not take it well. Vincenzo always knew he had a temper, but that temper only ever appeared directed at other people and rarely, if ever, at home. His father turned from a gentle giant into a terrifying being with two windows to Hell for eyes, trying to knock Vincenzo into shape.

For most of a year, Vincenzo lived in almost constant terror. Then he blacked out and fell face-first into the school pool. He nearly drowned, but it was enough to convince the teachers and his parents that Vincenzo had problems that ran deeper than attitude. The doctors diagnosed him with epilepsy and gave him medication. It helped quite a bit. His father made a complete turnaround as well, going back to his gentle, nurturing self. He even apologized for what had happened, though afterwards he would never speak of the epilepsy again. Vincenzo's mother had to handle his medication and all the related appointments and discussions. His father would just get up and leave the room.

Things settled down and Vincenzo went on to be a more or less typical kid. He had an aversion to sports that dated back to his seizures and some residual mocking remained, but overall it was fine. He lived a boringly ordinary life until he found the sack full of hundred dollar bills while playing in the basement one day.

Vincenzo knew better than to talk about it. He went straight to his father and received the talk. Things had gotten better in America, but lots of people still had it out for Italians. They pretended everything was equal, but really they were always out there waiting to cut you off at the knees. They rigged the system so you couldn't get ahead. So sometimes you had to break those rules they set in stone. It wasn't just about getting ahead personally, but also helping your community. And most importantly, it was something that Vincenzo's father, his father before him, and his father before him were all part of. It could be rough, it could be scary, but it was about keeping people safe and being a man of honor. It was about demanding the respect you deserved.

Vincenzo ate it all up. His father was part of a secret knighthood that protected people. If some of the kids at school occasionally said something, they were just jealous or ignorant. If the other parents were on their best behavior around the old man, that was just the respect he deserved. And none of it would ever come into Vincenzo's home. He would always be safe and taken care of, just like his mother and his little brothers. Maybe some day, Vincenzo would be part of it too.

From then on, Vincenzo imagined all the good things his father did in secret and went about his life until puberty hit. Then it was time for him to join a sport, because that's what men do and he was becoming a man. Vincenzo wasn't all that interested, but the old man had made the decision. One of Vincenzo's cousins was under similar pressure and decided to try running track, so Vincenzo signed up for the same.

Vincenzo had a natural gift for it. He started out as one of the fastest five kids on the middle school team and within three months had them all beat. The sport Vincenzo joined unwillingly soon became his abiding obsession. His life revolved around his training. He won races. He set middle school records. He beat kids with two years' life and five years' training. Vincenzo was a star.

His schoolwork suffered a little, but Vincenzo found the time to mostly keep up. His bright competitive future more than justified a few more Cs on tests. Only later did he realize that he'd begun having blackouts again.

During Vincenzo's freshman year, his personal best times leaped forward. Then they did it again. And again. People began to ask questions and soon enough Vincenzo was taking drug tests before every competition. With his old man's encouragement, Vincenzo saw it as one of those ways that people were out to get him. But he loved running so he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Everything went well enough. Vincenzo had no drugs in his system except the ones his doctor prescribed, and quite low doses of those thanks to his years of improvement. Then came the big meet against St. Andrea's rivals, St. Sebastian's. They had seniors who were within spitting distance of beating some of Vincenzo's times. A bad day could ruin his perfect record. Losing to St. Sebastian's would just make it all the worse. He'd let everyone down if he lost. Vincenzo resolved to run faster than he ever had before.

The starter pistol went off and something clicked in Vincenzo's head. The world froze in place. His feet tore free from the soles of his shoes and hurricane-force winds slammed into him, tearing at his uniform. He finished the race in half a second, bursting over the finish line just as the cheering began. Smoking bits of shoe fell in his wake and hot steam rose off his body. The field looked so dark that for a moment Vincenzo thought he'd fallen asleep and woken up near sunset. His eyes ached. His uniform had odd holes with black edges. He barely felt like he'd moved at all.

The other kids shot past the finish line as Vincenzo took his first breath. The cheers were just dying down. They gaped at him. Then his mind began to work again and Vincenzo realized that he'd just won the race. But he'd done it by running faster than anybody could run. Awesome! Was it a miracle? Could he do it again?

Vincenzo looked for his coach, spotted him, and started over. He made it two steps before tasking strawberries. The world went black and he collapsed. It was his first tonic-clonic seizure. He had four more before they let him out of the hospital a week later. By then, Vincenzo was just numb. Coach had been by to explain that Vincenzo's records were no more. He had an unnatural advantage over the other runners. His track career was over. Vincenzo might not even be allowed to go back to St. Andrea's because people like him just were not safe. What if he had a seizure and hit someone at full speed?

Home brought worse news. His father bluntly told him, with those hell-gate eyes burning wide, that Vincenzo was no son of his. No freak was carrying his name. Whoever's he was, whatever he was, Vincenzo wasn't living under that roof. Because he didn't want anything that touched Vincenzo's filthy body, he could take some clothes. But he was leaving, then and there. They were through.

The Old Man was good for every word of it too. Vincenzo, not really believing it was happening, packed a bag and got fairly shoved out the door.

Xavier found him sleeping against the wall of the family church the next day.

I'm not very experienced with M&M 3e, but I was thinking that maybe at the upper edge of his speed he risks some damage from the friction and/or generates a minor heat aura. (Could be just a flavor text thing on the latter.) Both could eventually be fixed with training.

As he gets faster, I was thinking he might develop into going invisible while running. More or less standard speedster tricks down the road.

Vincenzo believes in loyalty, family, and all that stuff. He puts on a good face, but he essentially accepts that he did wrong and deserved some kind of punishment. He doesn't like hearing people object to his treatment or say anything else negative about his father. He thinks that maybe somewhere down the road he can prove that he's actually useful to the old man and deserves a place in the family business...or at least in what he imagines is the family business.

While he essentially means well, Vincenzo has very old fashioned ideas about gender roles, sex, and lots of other things. Men should be men and women should be women. Men are there to protect and provide for women, which entitles them to make the decisions. He also responds very well to strong male authority figures. (Female authority figures? What are those?!) He grew up believing that a man who needs to explain himself isn't really in control. These not attractive traits by any stretch, but he's young and capable of learning better. Doing so could be a fun character arc.

So far as real superhero work goes, Vincenzo would understand Xavier's dream as exactly the same as the mission of his fantasy vision of the mob: bend some rules here and there, but to protect the downtrodden and do right in the end. He's sort of a very confused paladin. :)

Her powers first manifested when she could hear some surface thoughts of her friends. She had to focus really hard so luckily no going crazy over hearing voices. After a while she was also able to move items if she focused really hard. In time while she trained this herself she became strong and stronger, especially with moving items.

Hearing people's thoughts was a very good technique if you want to become popular. You know what people think of you and even better, you could hear their inner most secrets. Using her guile and peoples personal thoughts to her advantage, Alex quickly rose to become the most popular kid in school. Anyone who tried to push the queen bee from her throne would either have her secrets spilled or tripped/fell with a tray full of food or had their pants dropped. Alex loved it. Finally she was someone, everyone adored her or feared her and she could pick whoever she wanted as a boyfriend.

However, she did not pick wisely. She went for Jim Hathaway, the quarterback of the schools football team and apparently kind of a basterd. After one of their dates he drove her to a lookout spot and when they started kissing he wanted more and more. Alex had no intention to losing her virginity (even though she claimed she already had sex like all the popular kids did) and tried to push Jim off of her. To no avail he was too strong for her.

In her panicked state she pushed out with her power and threw Jim out of the car and over the cliff. He survived, but he would never play football again. Fearful of what would happen next she ran away from home, school and everyone she knew.

The attack unleashed an inner limit on her power and what used to be hard to move, now would move without any effort. Where she used to have to focus on hearing thoughts she would now hear everyone's though within reach. She had no more control over her power. Unattended objects would float near her and she her self floated up when a car almost hit her while crossing the street.

She ran and ran avoiding people and crowds as much as possible. Fortunately, Xavier picked up on her psychic attack and found her at a bus stop, waiting to go to yet another state where no-one would know her. Xavier took her in and would train with her diligently to get her powers back under control.

Although she was 7 months pregnant at the time, not only was Amiko herself miraculously unharmed by the radiation, her child was also born perfectly healthy as well. Feared and hated by those around her who had suffered from radiation sickness, cancers, birth defects and other maladies due to the after-effects of the atomic bombing, Amiko found salvation in an unlikely source. Sergeant Alex Jackson was the man that had shot her husband in combat, but as he watched the light pass from the eyes of Kiyomi Yashida, Jackson promised the man that he would make sure the man's wife and child were looked after, and he kept his promise.

The two married and Jackson took his wife and adopted son with him when he was rotated back stateside. Although by no means superhuman, young Jiro Jackson-Yashida was always healthy- never sick, never broke a bone, in excellent physical condition, etc. Becoming a soldier like his adopted father, Jiro eventually married himself and on August 9th, 1971 his wife Dana gave birth to their first child, a son Daniel (named after his maternal grandfather) and Daniel too seemed to be perfectly healthy, until he got sick a week before his 13th birthday. He broke out in what appeared to be full-blown radiation poisoning and nearly died, but after two weeks of touch and go fighting for his life, Daniel's sickness broke and he was perfectly healthy again. The doctors could not explain it, nor could they explain what happened next.

Daniel began to exhibit the ability to open a microscopic white hole, drawing mass through it from an unknown source, allowing him to increase his mass to superhuman levels, granting him great strength and resistance to harm. Unfortunately, this ability has two drawbacks- he cannot control how long he can maintain the mass- normally anywhere between two minute up to a maximum current duration of twenty minutes; and because white holes can only release matter into our universe (the reverse of a black hole), he cannot shunt his mass harmlessly back where it comes from. Instead, when he can no longer maintain his excess mass, Daniel's body converts the mass into pure energy and it is released from his body in an uncontrolled explosion around him.

Professor Xavier had known Daniel's grandfather from his own time serving in the army, and agreed to admit his grandson into the school based not only on that fact but Xavier's fascination with Daniel's power- the professor has theorized that with practice Daniel might either learn to bleed off his excess mass as controlled blasts of energy or possible develop an ability to generate microscopic black holes as well- allowing him to not o9nly shunt his own excess mass back out of our universe peacefully but possibly even reduce his own personal mass to the point of achieving a desolidified state. But at this time both possibilities are simply conjecture on Xavier's part.

Appearance: Daniel is a fit and reasonably attractive 13 year old of 1/2 Japanese descent. When he employs his power and his mass increases, both his features and clothing become solid white so bright as to almost be blinding (think Sunspot's solar form in reverse). At the moment of his mass release, this white expands outward in a brilliant blast of explosive white energy in all directions around him.

Mom cried. She had to. She didn't know what else to do. Dad comforted her, as always. They kept saying they'd get through it together, they'd find a solution, they'd figure it out...what about me? This is MY birthday I'm talking about, can we give me just a LITTLE more consideration? I just had an out-of-body-in-a-body experience, and they're more concerned with what they're going to do? Typical.

It didn't happen again, not for a while. Life went back to normal. Dad went back to working for that big "fortune 500" company, Mom kept up with her special trend diets and meeting up with her girlfriends for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. All eyes were off me, and that was good. For a while.
You can get real lonely when you're keeping a secret. You start itching to share it, and boy, did I want to share it.

It started back up again, but this time, I wanted it to. I'd hide in my closet, close my eyes and see myself in another body and it'll just appear right out of me. At first, I tried small things. Going downstairs to grab myself a drink, run out to get the mail...things like that. I worked my way up to riding my bike, working my paper route and eventually going to school. It came with headaches, yeah, but it wasn't so bad at first. I thought I could handle it. I always think I can handle it, but things started getting real bad. Blacking out for hours, forgetting where and who I am-- that kind of bad.

Professor Xavier, I've heard you could help me..people like me... My mom and dad won't do it- they won't even acknowledge that I'm any different. I know I'm special, I've been reading about people-- about special people-- who can run faster, jump further--heck, I've been reading about a guy in the city who claims he's a spider or somethin'. Bobby at school says his dad saw the guy shooting spider webs or something. I may not be the fastest or a spider man, but I think I'm something you can work with.

signed, Javi Jones

When not dealing with the mental and psychological strain, Javi shows increased brain activity and extraordinary reflexes. Maybe one day, if he tried really hard, he could potentially split his consciousness between both bodies, and maybe even more. Ultimately, he hopes to control whatever is happening in his head to become something great like he's been reading about.

Codename: Hazard

Description: Julia stands at a tall 5'10" and has an athletic build toned from years of playing sports. Her golden blonde hair is about shoulder length though is usually done up in a bun at the back of her head to keep it out of the way. Her greenish brown eyes peer out with a sharp intellect from behind the stylish glasses she wears for her near-sightedness. Her outfits are usually comfortable but practical though are all long sleeved or ankle-length. In addition, she wears a pair of skin-tight gloves at all times.

Personality: Julia's personality is very much that of a no-nonsense scientist. Mature beyond her years, Julia acts like a mother to those around her, making sure everyone isn't getting into trouble. She is quick to reprimand those she thinks aren't taking a matter seriously enough but it just as quick to pick them up and dust them off after they make a mistake. She also has a thing about people touching her bare skin.

Background: Julia was born in a normal middle class home in a suburb in a small city in the state of Washington. She lacked for little growing up with her loving father, mother, and younger siblings. In school, she excelled in the academic, receiving high marks in all her subjects. This didn't mean she was the stereotypical good student though as she was also the president of several clubs, had a very active social life, and even when busy, she always had time to watch after her three younger brothers for her parents when needed. All in all, she lived a very normal life.

The awakening of her mutant powers didn't come about until just before her seventeenth birthday. After a stressful series of final exams for the semester, Julia was watching her brothers for her parents when she was telling her youngest brother to stop jumping on the sofa. When she went to pick him up and reprimand him, her touch set his clothes of fire. Panicking, Julia tried to smother the flames on her screaming little brother but another scope of her powers flared, turning her burning brother into a pyre. Her parents came home to the disaster but were too late to save the life of their son. They told the authorities that an electrical fire was the cause so that no one would know that Julia was a mutant. Instead, they shipped off the emotionally distraught Julia as soon as possible to her aunt's place on the other side of the country. They paid for her to relocate to a decent school there but told her never to come home again.

It took some time for Julia to stop crying every five minutes from what she had did, but eventually she threw herself into her studies. She took a keen interest in chemistry, looking for a cure to her horrible (in her mind) condition. She was reluctant to make friends with many people at first, scared that what she did to her brother she would do to them but after taking the proper precautions (gloves, long sleeve shirts, and pants) she started to interact with her peers. She came to the eye of Professor Xavier when he was visiting her high school for a speech. He told her that he knew of her condition and her pain. He asked her to come to study at his private institute. It took some persuasion but Julia eventually decided to give it a try. The technology and facilities of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters awed Julia and she quickly gave Xavier her application.

Powers: Secretion of highly flammable/toxic substances from her skin. Pyrokinesis.

Abilities (12 pts)
Strength -1
Stamina 1
Agility -1
Dexterity 0
Fighting 0
Intellect 5
Awareness 3
Presence -1

Advantages (3 pts)
Connected: Research labs/database/equipment by virtue of college
Eidetic Memory
Languages (1 pt) Native, German

Skills (16 pts)
Close Combat (Affliction) +8
Ranged Combat (Energy Control) +8
Expertise: Science +8
Expertise: Medicine +4
Treatment +4

Powers (78 pts)
. . INSUBSTANTIAL 3 (19 pts)
. . . Energy (Radiation) Descriptor
. . . Continuous (+1/rank)
. . . Precise (Flat +1)
. . CONCEALMENT 3 (7 pts)
. . . Visual 2 (invisible to normal vision but not types that detect energy)
. . . Hearing 1 (inaudible)
. . . Precise (Flat +1)
. . TELEPORT 6 (20 pts)
. . . 250 miles
. . . Accurate (+1/rank)
. . . Change Direction (Flat +1)
. . . Change Velocity (Flat +1)
. . . Extended (+1/rank)
. . . . Limited to Extended (-1/rank)
. . . . ((learn "Easy" Extra later))
. . ENERGY CONTROL 8 (17 pts)
. . . DAMAGE (Ranged) 8
. . . Radiation Descriptor
. . . Array (1 pt)
. . . . ENERGY AURA 4 (4/rank)
. . . . AFFLICTION 8 (1/rank)
. . . . . Versus Will
. . . . . Extra Condition (+1/rank)
. . . . . 1st Degree: Fatigued, Vulnerable
. . . . . 2nd Degree: Disabled, Exhausted
. . . . . 3rd Degree: Asleep, Incapacitated
. . . . HEALING 8 (2/rank)
. . IMMUNITY (15 pts)
. . . Life Support (10 pts)
. . . Damage of Radiation Descriptor (5 pts)

Offense

Complications
Motivation: Doing Good
Motivation: Recognition (for Science, not for powers)
Relationship: Parents
Responsibility: Professional Duties (occasional)

Languages
English

Defense (11 pts)
Dodge x
Parry x
Fortitude x
Toughness x/x
Will 11

Power Points
Abilities 12 + Powers 78 + Advantages 3 + Skills 16 (32 ranks) + Defenses 11 = 120

He grew up normally and was a pretty average kid. Good at school, ok at sports. But at his Bar Mitzvah, one of his gifts was a ornate and detailed stone statue of a man. A golem, his grandfather told him. Arthur didn't think much of it at the time, but as it was a present from his grandfather, he placed it carefully on a bookshelf in his room.

Months passed. Things started to change. It started with small things. Rocks seemed to follow him home. His mother's crystal glasses flew off the shelf when he got mad. Occasionally, the ground would shake.

When he started really to notice the patterns, he started experimenting, using the stone golem to help. He found that for some reason or another he could control stone, sand, crystals. Anything that has an underlying crystal structure to its parts. Fine enough to the point that he could move the arms and legs of the stone statue.

The Professor eventually found him after one of his experiments gone awry. A 5 on the Richter Scale localized to one empty lot. Seeing the Professor's powers in action, it convinced him to go to the School for Gifted Youngsters, though on the condition that his parents just think that it is a normal private school for their gifted son.

Arthur himself is cheerful and funny, though quite sarcastic. He's smart, but not terribly so, and through training, physically fit. In the years between his admittance and the present, he has grown to a respectable 5'10" with a mess of brown hair and black eyes behind glasses. He has aspirations of being a lawyer for civil rights.

Right now, he has a few good techniques up his sleeve. He can quickly amass stones to his body, forming armor, using it as protection, but also as a way to increase strength. He can throw stones at foes at a good speed. He can also use them as shields for himself and allies With sand, he can erode certain materials (sand blasting). He is working on flight, using a hunk of stone to lift him up, but he is still trying to work out the kinks. He is also not half bad at burrowing.

Most recently, he has been able to give crystals enough energy to move a bit on their own, with out his focus. For now, it only lasts a few seconds, but he can make a crystal golem move a few feet with out concentration. Later, this may translate into making actual golems that can move on their own practically all the time, though it may need charging.

Powers:
Claire has minor empathic powers allowing her to sense and to some degree positively influence the emotions of others. Additionally, those nearby her experience feelings of mild pleasure, her touch, however, induces powerful and incapacitating feelings of euphoria and ecstasy. Claire is unable to control her powers, and wears long skin-covering clothing and gloves at all times to prevent accidentally affecting those around her. She hopes that Xavier can help her to control her powers so that she can live a somewhat normal life, free from the risk of injuring other people and from the constant hubbub of their emotions.

Personality:
Claire is very shy, especially around boys. She tries her best to stay apart from others (especially since that group of boys just wouldn’t stop following her around!) and is happiest reading alone in her room or in the school’s library. Claire is what’s generally called a teacher’s pet – she’s polite, neat, hardworking and never gets into trouble, she is embarrassed by her powers rather than horrified or proud of them, and wants training primarily so that she can live life without their effects.

Jackson's childhood was rough. His father worked hard to keep the family afloat running the most successful inner city martial arts dojo Detroit had ever seen. His two older brothers and sister worked constantly, splitting their income with the family. His mother played the housewife until her alcoholism turned for the worse. She became violent towards Jackie. "He isn't right! He should be dead" she'd yell repeatedly as she threw bottles at him from across the house. Falling into a deep depression, Moretta took her life, claiming that she'd given birth to evil. In her note, she spoke of how she tried to be a good mother, but noticed that he hadn't been sick a single day of his young life. She described how she'd poisoned his food, fed him undercooked meat, gave him alcohol-- anything to make him ill, yet he showed no signs. She started to suspect that he was the devil and once she was heavy with guilt, she couldn't take it any more.

School was equally as rough as Jackson's home life. Always a tad bit shorter than everyone else, he got picked on constantly. He'd come home with black eyes, busted lips, and ripped clothes too often for the son of martial arts master. Once Ellington thought Jackie had hit that "right fightin' age", he started conditioning him, teaching him Shotokan, and then Taekwondo, Goju Ryu, Kobudo and Kyokushin. El was so happy to see that his boy was a natural fighter just like him. One late night, after closing up the shop, El and Jackie were stopped by a group of gang bangers looking for a quick buck. Jackson, overly confident after achieving his fifth belt earlier in the week, gave his father a cocky grin and charged the three men, leapt up in the air to deliver a kick and was met with a bullet to the head. The gang members were green. They'd barely even know how to operate that gun. The three ran off scared, leaving Ellington with alone with his son. Again, Ellington was met with a tragic death, first with his wife, and now with his son. He dropped to his knees and wept as he cried for help. Minutes dragged by with El cradling his son in that dark alleyway, unable to let go of his youngest son. Once again, Jackson had pulled a miracle and came back to life, grabbing his father's hand and letting him know that he's all right.

Of course, Ellington freaked out. Who wouldn't? All that grieving and pain, and his son just woke right back up. No bullet wound, no blood..good as new. He couldn't rationalize quite how it happened, or why, but he couldn't help but replay his deceased wife's words. Was Jackson a being of evil?

Around this time, Ellington caught wind of an experiment that bestowed four explorers with extraordinary powers and thought "could this be something else"? After some research, El grabbed Jackie and told him he was to go to a special school. A school for people like him- different people, people with abilities. They'd be able to help him and keep him safe from the change in social climate. Jackson packed a bag, hugged his family goodbye and left to The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.

Powers
Jackson possesses an unknown degree of immortality. The few times he's experimented, he's come back to life anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour later.
Along with immortality, he is also immune to poisons, diseases, suffocation, starvation, thirst and environmental conditions, and seems to have accelerated, quite possibly photographic, reflexes.

Appearance
Now at age 16, Jackson stands at 5'9', completely dwarfed by the rest of his family. He has a dark complexion and keeps his hair in an asymmetrical high top fade. He is relatively muscular and in perfect shape due to his background in martial arts. He likes to be ahead of the curve when it comes to style. He likes to sport thick gold chains, denim jackets, ripped jeans and nike hi-tops.

Personality
Ridiculously cocky and confident, Jackson lives to prove others wrong. Constantly picked on by others in school and even at home by his older siblings, he's developed a bit of a napoleon complex regarding his pretty standard height. He loves to push himself physically, often finding crazier and crazier stunts to pull.

Motivation
Whenever asked why he wants to be apart of the X-Men, Deathless says simply that he wants to be the best, but what drives him deep down is the need to prove his mother wrong.

Back Story
Javier Manuel Colon-Jones was born to vietnam veteran Juan Miguel Colon, a second generation American from Puerto Rico, and Diana Jones, a nurse from Brooklyn, New York. After serving in Vietnam, Juan Miguel came back to the States to settle down and start the life he and his wife had always dreamed of. They had it all: a big home, a car, a dog and soon enough, a son. Javier was their pride and joy. Juan was so happy to have a baby boy to follow in his and his fathers footsteps as soldiers.

As Juan started a new job working for a private military company (quite possibly Trask Industries), Diana quit her job as a nurse and became a stay-at-home-mother. The money started coming in and soon they moved to Manhattan, hired a nanny, and a maid. Juan started travelling further and further away for work, while Diana started focusing on interior design and living the life of a New York City socialite. Javier seemed to be living the "only child" preteen life: little supervision, a steady flow of mom-and-dad money for school supplies and clothes, a little side money delivering newspapers for comics and records--the kid had it made.

Things changed, as they do, on his 14th birthday. He awoke just like any day. He brushed his teeth, got dressed. As he went to make his bed, he let out a scream. He'd done all of his usual morning routine somehow without even leaving the bed? "How could this be possible" he thought. He saw himself in the mirror, he held his toothbrush, even brushed hard enough to make his gums bleed! Yet there he was, laying in bed with his eyes closed and a thin layer of sweat over his body. He reached out and touched himself-- he was flesh-and-blood..this wasn't a dream at all. Though he wished it was once his parents walked in, birthday cake in hand, yelling "surprise!" at the top of their lungs. Everyone went silent as faces turned pale. The cake fell on the floor and Diana's eyes started to water. Javi wanted to feel small, he wanted to crawl into a dark hole and hide-- and in a split second, he woke up from his bed with enough time to see his other body fall to the ground and disappear.

Juan and Diana never talked about it. They ignored it as much as possible. How could they ever talk about that? It wasn't normal, and no one would ever believe a thing if they were to bring it up, so why try? Life for them went on, with Juan going on longer trips and Diana staying out 'til sun up.

Javier was so confused. He knew his parents loved him, at least he thought they did. Could they not look past what happened? He couldn't let it happen again, no matter how much he wanted to try it. Thinking that the mishap was sleep-related, Javi started to stay up as long as possible, using caffeine and coffee. He found himself sitting on the couch in a daze after a three day binge, thirsty but too tired to get up. He closed is eyes and opened them again to get up and grab a drink. When he returned, he saw himself sitting on the couch. He'd done it again, but this time there was no one around to tell him not to. He was on a brand new kick. He'd hide in his bedroom closet, will up another body and go on about his day. He started with simple tasks, and worked his way up until he'd spend all day in that body. It was awesome! It was something so simple yet so fun to him. He'd started trying to think of changes whenever he conjured his double- different hairstyles, outfits, he even managed to add a tiny bit of bulk to his frame, and it all worked. Javier Jones was on the rise!

That is, until the headaches started. At first they were minor headaches. Once a month to once a week, to every day until it was a constant stream of pain. They became more sever, turning into migraines that would leave him bedridden. He then began to pass out, disassociate and even depersonalize as he spent more time in his second body. Around the time of the migraines, Javi had learned of a school run by Professor Xavier. He quickly wrote him a letter asking for his help.
After a particularly tasking day of conjuring, Javier suffered what seemed to be a massive stroke. In reality, he sent a painful wave of psychic energy that disabled his body. Three days later, Professor Xavier came to his home and brought him to The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters.

Powers
Javier, fully recuperated from his crippling incident,and with help from Professor X, only has minor headaches and no longer blacks out. He is capable of mentally manipulating reality to create a second body for himself in which he must concentrate to control. This typically leaves his primary body vulnerable, while he focuses his senses in his secondary body. Unlike his primary body, his secondary body does not fatigue as quickly, which he exploits when volunteering or working. Due to constant mental exercise, he also seems to be able to calculate and reason much faster than people twice his age.

Through practicing his "conjuring", Javi has learned to quickly summon, unsummon and resummon his secondary body to produce different effects:
By using his second body's vision, he can unsummon and resummon the body up to 10 feet away from it's last position (a very limited, combat-focused teleport).
Again, he can use this quick summon/unsummon/resummon trick to protect other friends. (He usually jokes around and claims to be the human ten-foot-pole)

Though he's noticed that he's capable of changing minor cosmetic things on his second body, he hasn't tried to make any significant changes, like a change of sex, or different abilities, nor has he tried to summon more than one body. He's particularly afraid of disabling himself again through over-exertion.

Appearance
Javier is a scraggly haired boy standing at 5'10" of an athletic build. His skin is a golden olive and his hair is light brown and shoulder length. Beyond this, everything else about him is mediocre. He enjoys wearing v-neck sweaters with collared shirts under them, along with his father's old combat boots and a pair of suspenders.

Personality
Jav is a goofball. Raised as an only child mostly by nannies and maids, he's learned to entertain himself and half the time, it comes in the form of pranks. In school, he's known as the rebellious class clown, always looking to get a laugh. Despite his willingness to joke on someone else's expense, he is extremely kind. He is always willing to help others whenever they need it.
He is a huge nerd who loves collecting punk records and comic books. When not reading or listening, or working, or volunteering, he loves to play dungeons and dragons and scour bookstores for old pulp stories.

While attending the institute, Jav seems to develop a complex centered around how normal-seeming he is. He feels his ability isn't as readily useful as others and he continuously wracks his brain on how he'll become a superhero with such simple powers. This leads him to become very fickle when coming up with a codename.

Motivation
His main drive is to become someone. He wants the recognition and adventure he's read about in his books.