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Character: Charles Xavier Fandom: X-Men: First Class Character Notes: ---using pieces from my old apps. History: In 1944, Charles Xavier, being the sparkling young age of twelve, awoke in his luscious Westchester mansion with the creeping sensation that something was not quite right. Arming himself with a cricket bat, he quietly wandered the house until he came upon the kitchen, where his mother, a charming older woman, was looking for a snack.
But not all was as it seemed, and Charles, both knowing his mother and being a budding telepath, immediately recognized the woman as an imposter. He declared his suspicions within the other person's mind, and the woman transformed- literally. The visage of the older woman melted away to reveal a blue, scaly girl younger than himself, named Raven.
It had finally happened - he'd finally found someone different. Special. Like him. A mutant - the next stage of human evolution, imbued with amazing abilities of the new age of humanity.
They became fast friends, his boundless compassion stepping in to try and save her from her tragic present, and he promised to help her, even going so far as to somehow meld her into his family, accepted by his step-father and mother alike.
Fast-forward to 1962. Charles has dragged Raven along to Oxford, where he's studying genetics, working on his thesis, becoming a professor and generally partying as hard as possible. One such night of said partying, he's approached by a beautiful American woman, Moira MacTaggart, asking for his help. Having just imbibed an unbelievable amount of alcohol in front of a rowdy crowd, he's more than just a little tipsy, and she exasperatedly asks to come round to see him the next day. Curiously, Charles peeks into her head, finding she'd run into yet more mutants - a diamond woman and a red demon teleporter, specifically; fascinated and breathless at the idea of two entirely new and incredibly powerful mutant beings, he gives her word to help her, hoping to run into them.
She manages to fly he and Raven to America again, to a meeting with the director of the CIA. There're two extremely powerful mutants on the loose, working with an equally powerful and dangerous man named Shaw, and it's up to Charles to convince the director that mutants to indeed exist. He scoffs at the good professor's presentation, but stubborn Charles isn't one to be shown up. He immediately admits to reading their minds, revealing an important government secret in the works, and is almost taken in as a spy when Raven stands and transforms into one of the men in the room.
This naturally flabbergasts just about everyone.
Flustered, the director demands they be locked down, and they're signed up to be transferred to a secret facility under the direction of the CIA as soon as possible - but not before rushing off with Moira to a suspected hideaway of Shaw's.
If, by 'hideaway', we mean 'bigass yacht'.
Upon trying to apprehend Shaw, Charles is blocked telepathically by the diamond woman, and they find Shaw's keeping another mutant around, this one with the ability to create wind tunnels. Being on the water, sudden upswings of wind are incredibly dangerous, and Raven, Moira and Charles are commanded to get below-deck - but before they can, Charles senses another being out in the water. He busts back out onto the deck, trying to find this new development. The being, yet another mutant who happens to be incredibly magnetic, is trying to stop Shaw as well - but he's trying to pull an entire submerged submarine out of the water, and the force is killing him.
Charles flings himself off the side of the boat to stop the magnetic mutant, desperate to save this man's life. He ends up pulling out of the water one Erik Lensherr, a strong and angry mutant on a mission to kill his old Nazi tormenter, Shaw.
Charles gets Erik to come to the facility, who only complies in order to get more information on Shaw. As he's sneaking out with said information, Charles stops him, indignant. He insists Erik stay, insists Erik's only hurting himself by disappearing. Somehow, Erik decides to stay.
The next day they find themselves wielding a machine known as Cerebro, a satellite designed to increase brainwaves. By connecting Charles' sharp telepathic mind to the device, they manage to connect to thousands of minds all at once, the machine recording coordinates of every mutant mind Charles finds. Together, Charles and Erik go out and find several of the mutants nearby, convincing them to come to the facility and help hone their abilities and skills.
Soon after, they receive intel that Shaw would be visiting an official in Russia. Quickly, Moira, Charles and Erik (leaving the kids behind, since they'd seen it fit to destroy a courtyard with their abilities) departed for Russia, but found Emma Frost, the telepathic diamond woman and Shaw's right hand, had been sent in his place. Erik stormed the place with Charles on his heels, and they managed to capture Emma, learning Shaw's grand plan - to nuke pretty much everything and bring about an uprising of a mutant society. The plan would manifest through convincing the armies of both Russia and the US to move their missiles to points on the map that would be closer to and impossible for each country to avoid.
Upon returning to America and the CIA base, they find Shaw's stormed the place, entirely wrecking it and taking one of the kids with him - and killing one of the others. Conflicted, Charles demanded their merry band be broken up, but Erik and the others convinced him to stick together and train for the coming threat. He agreed, taking them to his empty Westchester mansion, and they began to train as a group for a week, Charles stepping in as teacher and helping each person individually with their ability. At the same time, the Russians had decided to move their missiles towards Cuba, effectively sending America into a panic.
This is the point I'm stealing him from, right at the beginning of that training session.
Personality: Charles is, if nothing else, a deeply emotional character. His connections to the people around him are deep and meaningful, and he makes a point to make a relationship with anyone he can, or those who interest him the most (or, those he thinks need it). He can be silly at times, but he always knows when it's best to be serious, and keeps himself at least aware of the basic emotions of the people he's interacting with.
Not to say he's always in everyone's head - he's not. He doesn't listen to every single wayward thought, though he does seem to wander through memories if he gets curious enough. His boundaries are constantly flowing; one minute he won't go into someone's head, the next he knows their life story. He seems to switch his conduct from person to person, evidenced in his complete lack of tact at times - he either knows exactly what to say or says the first foot-in-the-mouth thing he possibly can.
Charles is a very moral-driven person. He believes all things can exist peacefully, especially in the case of humans and mutants. All of his drives are to keep peace and avoid violence, and he will argue to the ends of the earth if he thinks it'll save someone. Most of his actions are for the greater good. Because of this, he can often be blind to certain facts, especially when they come to himself; it's hard for Charles to believe he's ever in the wrong because he always sees himself as in the right (not egotistically; it's simply that he is a good person, and sometimes is short-sighted to his own failures). He doesn't mean to sound or act high and mighty, but he does take a lot of pride in his good doings, and often end up seeming cocky or full of himself at it.
He often also seems naive, due to his unshakable belief that all people are good or ultimately have good in them, and he can be naive when he's blinded by opinion, but he's simply steadfast in his belief that everyone can be saved. He isn't stupid; he knows enough that when a person means him harm, they could actually hurt him, but he believes he may be able to change their mind. He won't use his abilities to, as he prefers someone choose their own path, but if he must, he will, to avoid being hurt.
He tends to get flustered often, especially if he's embarrassed. He spent most of his childhood alone, and tends to say things wrong or in a way that sounds mean or vicious but accidentally so. He'll fumble through words and feelings simultaneously, having difficulty putting what he needs to express on the physical plane, instead of the mental plane. He understands people and yet doesn't, at all, due to his sheltered upbringing and naivety, and his comments often mirror that, making him seem much less intelligent than he actually is, or much more vicious. He picks up on accidental cues, which can lead to awkward conversations or a slip of the tongue regarding someone's inner thoughts.
Charles is very careful to keep most thoughts to himself, and will quietly collect information he may deem necessary, but he'll also use his ability to try and gain the upper hand in helping someone. He toes a very interesting and self-created line, and seems to deem it necessary to dance on either sides when it suits him, flipping from "guilt of a Catholic saint" to "conveniently knows everything about you". It's a matter of whether or not he seems to think it necessary, or interesting enough, or his curiosity just gets the best of him - it changes constantly, constantly fluid and motion, like thought.
Other: --abilities: Charles is a mutant, a human with what's later known as the X Factor or X Gene giving him extraordinary abilities. His mutation allows him telepathy, with the assumed secondary mutation of empathy. Telepathy is the ability to speak to and control minds. Charles can use this to hear thoughts, respond to a mind or several minds, take control of a mind and use it to see or move the victim's body freely, freeze a series of bodies in a radius and do any number of mind-related things. The possibilities of his ability are seemingly endless. He can tap into a person's mind and "borrow" their language, for example, but it's assumed that he doesn't immediately learn the language - it's more like he's got a superfast internet connection, using it to ask the other person's mind how to say something in their language, and receiving an immediate and correct (as far as the mind in question knows) answer. If someone thinks something is spelled or said a certain way, he'll receive that answer, regardless of whether or not the word is actually correct. Empathy is the ability to sense, identify and feel the emotions of the people around oneself. When using his ability, Charles usually picks up whatever emotions are attached to the thoughts or memories, and this can often manifest in his reaction to something. When helping Erik see a memory he'd forgotten, he ends up shedding a tear automatically, moved to sorrow by the reaction of his friend and the weight of the memory. Assumedly, this could branch out to other moments and reactions; he's told Erik that he's "felt what you felt", having gone through his thoughts and memories before. He's generally a level-headed sort, even with this, and though it could be a major drawback if not handled carefully, Charles seems to be able to sort out what the emotion and thought is and what his own emotion and opinion is on the same subject. He'll most definitely have a permissions post for this little trick (or six) of his.
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First Person (entry type): Tomorrow, I'm supposed to greet the series of new students I've had Alex, Hank and Sean find and gather, and I must say I'm rather nervous about it. Not even in my wildest dreams have I imagined such a response. It seems in New York, there's some form of quietly forming mutant underground, and once the word was put on the street about my little collective, there were more people finding us than we finding them. This is a wonderful step for progress, but I can't help but feel a little overwhelmed. I thought by this point I
..I thought I would have Erik by my side. He would be much better at helping me handle the work load than the boys have been. They've been simply wonderful, trying as hard as they can, but they're still young, and more than prone to silly mistakes or slips of the tongue. It's a wonder we've managed to collect anyone, at times.
In any case, I've a budding school to attend to. I should probably attempt sleeping; it simply wouldn't do to appear before my new students half-dead.
Third Person: It was exhilarating. He had been told when the right time would be, but he hadn't been able to stop himself and had come to the meeting place twenty minutes early. His new friends would be joining him soon. Hank had told him it was borderline possible, that he shouldn't base all his hopes in the idea that someone could not only jump time and space but entire timelines, entire universes- but he couldn't help it. He had to hope, he had to place his thoughts in something positive, for once. As well as the school had been going, he still hadn't been able to shake that crushing despair, the extreme loneliness he naturally felt as a telepath compounded by the event of losing his two best friends.
Charles taps on the chair arm impatiently, leaning against it. He knew objectively that he still had somewhere in the ballpark of 15 minutes to wait, but he couldn't help it. He was almost giddy, like a schoolchild before Christmas, edging off the bed with every passing second, as if it might help him move time faster. He toyed with the controls without activating them, bored and frustrated in his own impatience. God, what he wouldn't give to have Erik or Raven with him. Or both. They would be just as fascinated, just as excited, just as eager to see if it were indeed possible, unlike the boys back at the mansion, giving him side-glances and telling him not to get his hopes up.
Well. Perhaps they couldn't understand what it felt like to be utterly hopeless all the time. Like his dark thoughts were a panther just around the corner, waiting to pounce, and no matter how many times he tried to turn back, he knew what was coming. He knew it was only a matter of time before he was in its clutches, and he was without the ability to run away.
So many times had he been tempted to show them what it felt like, but that would be such an abuse of power..
Charles clears his throat suddenly, shifting in his wheelchair, uncomfortable. There he was, drifting down unwanted corridors again, and right before his guests were due to arrive. He shifted until he was comfortable, fixing his clothing to sit just right, with a quick hand through his hair to look as if he'd only just arrived. It was only a matter of moments, now. He had to be ready for his guests.
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Character: Charles Xavier
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Character Notes:
---using pieces from my old apps.
History:
In 1944, Charles Xavier, being the sparkling young age of twelve, awoke in his luscious Westchester mansion with the creeping sensation that something was not quite right. Arming himself with a cricket bat, he quietly wandered the house until he came upon the kitchen, where his mother, a charming older woman, was looking for a snack.
But not all was as it seemed, and Charles, both knowing his mother and being a budding telepath, immediately recognized the woman as an imposter. He declared his suspicions within the other person's mind, and the woman transformed- literally. The visage of the older woman melted away to reveal a blue, scaly girl younger than himself, named Raven.
It had finally happened - he'd finally found someone different. Special. Like him. A mutant - the next stage of human evolution, imbued with amazing abilities of the new age of humanity.
They became fast friends, his boundless compassion stepping in to try and save her from her tragic present, and he promised to help her, even going so far as to somehow meld her into his family, accepted by his step-father and mother alike.
Fast-forward to 1962. Charles has dragged Raven along to Oxford, where he's studying genetics, working on his thesis, becoming a professor and generally partying as hard as possible. One such night of said partying, he's approached by a beautiful American woman, Moira MacTaggart, asking for his help. Having just imbibed an unbelievable amount of alcohol in front of a rowdy crowd, he's more than just a little tipsy, and she exasperatedly asks to come round to see him the next day. Curiously, Charles peeks into her head, finding she'd run into yet more mutants - a diamond woman and a red demon teleporter, specifically; fascinated and breathless at the idea of two entirely new and incredibly powerful mutant beings, he gives her word to help her, hoping to run into them.
She manages to fly he and Raven to America again, to a meeting with the director of the CIA. There're two extremely powerful mutants on the loose, working with an equally powerful and dangerous man named Shaw, and it's up to Charles to convince the director that mutants to indeed exist. He scoffs at the good professor's presentation, but stubborn Charles isn't one to be shown up. He immediately admits to reading their minds, revealing an important government secret in the works, and is almost taken in as a spy when Raven stands and transforms into one of the men in the room.
This naturally flabbergasts just about everyone.
Flustered, the director demands they be locked down, and they're signed up to be transferred to a secret facility under the direction of the CIA as soon as possible - but not before rushing off with Moira to a suspected hideaway of Shaw's.
If, by 'hideaway', we mean 'bigass yacht'.
Upon trying to apprehend Shaw, Charles is blocked telepathically by the diamond woman, and they find Shaw's keeping another mutant around, this one with the ability to create wind tunnels. Being on the water, sudden upswings of wind are incredibly dangerous, and Raven, Moira and Charles are commanded to get below-deck - but before they can, Charles senses another being out in the water. He busts back out onto the deck, trying to find this new development. The being, yet another mutant who happens to be incredibly magnetic, is trying to stop Shaw as well - but he's trying to pull an entire submerged submarine out of the water, and the force is killing him.
Charles flings himself off the side of the boat to stop the magnetic mutant, desperate to save this man's life. He ends up pulling out of the water one Erik Lensherr, a strong and angry mutant on a mission to kill his old Nazi tormenter, Shaw.
Charles gets Erik to come to the facility, who only complies in order to get more information on Shaw. As he's sneaking out with said information, Charles stops him, indignant. He insists Erik stay, insists Erik's only hurting himself by disappearing. Somehow, Erik decides to stay.
The next day they find themselves wielding a machine known as Cerebro, a satellite designed to increase brainwaves. By connecting Charles' sharp telepathic mind to the device, they manage to connect to thousands of minds all at once, the machine recording coordinates of every mutant mind Charles finds. Together, Charles and Erik go out and find several of the mutants nearby, convincing them to come to the facility and help hone their abilities and skills.
Soon after, they receive intel that Shaw would be visiting an official in Russia. Quickly, Moira, Charles and Erik (leaving the kids behind, since they'd seen it fit to destroy a courtyard with their abilities) departed for Russia, but found Emma Frost, the telepathic diamond woman and Shaw's right hand, had been sent in his place. Erik stormed the place with Charles on his heels, and they managed to capture Emma, learning Shaw's grand plan - to nuke pretty much everything and bring about an uprising of a mutant society. The plan would manifest through convincing the armies of both Russia and the US to move their missiles to points on the map that would be closer to and impossible for each country to avoid.
Upon returning to America and the CIA base, they find Shaw's stormed the place, entirely wrecking it and taking one of the kids with him - and killing one of the others. Conflicted, Charles demanded their merry band be broken up, but Erik and the others convinced him to stick together and train for the coming threat. He agreed, taking them to his empty Westchester mansion, and they began to train as a group for a week, Charles stepping in as teacher and helping each person individually with their ability. At the same time, the Russians had decided to move their missiles towards Cuba, effectively sending America into a panic.
This is the point I'm stealing him from, right at the beginning of that training session.
Personality:
Charles is, if nothing else, a deeply emotional character. His connections to the people around him are deep and meaningful, and he makes a point to make a relationship with anyone he can, or those who interest him the most (or, those he thinks need it). He can be silly at times, but he always knows when it's best to be serious, and keeps himself at least aware of the basic emotions of the people he's interacting with.
Not to say he's always in everyone's head - he's not. He doesn't listen to every single wayward thought, though he does seem to wander through memories if he gets curious enough. His boundaries are constantly flowing; one minute he won't go into someone's head, the next he knows their life story. He seems to switch his conduct from person to person, evidenced in his complete lack of tact at times - he either knows exactly what to say or says the first foot-in-the-mouth thing he possibly can.
Charles is a very moral-driven person. He believes all things can exist peacefully, especially in the case of humans and mutants. All of his drives are to keep peace and avoid violence, and he will argue to the ends of the earth if he thinks it'll save someone. Most of his actions are for the greater good. Because of this, he can often be blind to certain facts, especially when they come to himself; it's hard for Charles to believe he's ever in the wrong because he always sees himself as in the right (not egotistically; it's simply that he is a good person, and sometimes is short-sighted to his own failures). He doesn't mean to sound or act high and mighty, but he does take a lot of pride in his good doings, and often end up seeming cocky or full of himself at it.
He often also seems naive, due to his unshakable belief that all people are good or ultimately have good in them, and he can be naive when he's blinded by opinion, but he's simply steadfast in his belief that everyone can be saved. He isn't stupid; he knows enough that when a person means him harm, they could actually hurt him, but he believes he may be able to change their mind. He won't use his abilities to, as he prefers someone choose their own path, but if he must, he will, to avoid being hurt.
He tends to get flustered often, especially if he's embarrassed. He spent most of his childhood alone, and tends to say things wrong or in a way that sounds mean or vicious but accidentally so. He'll fumble through words and feelings simultaneously, having difficulty putting what he needs to express on the physical plane, instead of the mental plane. He understands people and yet doesn't, at all, due to his sheltered upbringing and naivety, and his comments often mirror that, making him seem much less intelligent than he actually is, or much more vicious. He picks up on accidental cues, which can lead to awkward conversations or a slip of the tongue regarding someone's inner thoughts.
Charles is very careful to keep most thoughts to himself, and will quietly collect information he may deem necessary, but he'll also use his ability to try and gain the upper hand in helping someone. He toes a very interesting and self-created line, and seems to deem it necessary to dance on either sides when it suits him, flipping from "guilt of a Catholic saint" to "conveniently knows everything about you". It's a matter of whether or not he seems to think it necessary, or interesting enough, or his curiosity just gets the best of him - it changes constantly, constantly fluid and motion, like thought.
Other:
--abilities:
Charles is a mutant, a human with what's later known as the X Factor or X Gene giving him extraordinary abilities. His mutation allows him telepathy, with the assumed secondary mutation of empathy.
Telepathy is the ability to speak to and control minds. Charles can use this to hear thoughts, respond to a mind or several minds, take control of a mind and use it to see or move the victim's body freely, freeze a series of bodies in a radius and do any number of mind-related things. The possibilities of his ability are seemingly endless. He can tap into a person's mind and "borrow" their language, for example, but it's assumed that he doesn't immediately learn the language - it's more like he's got a superfast internet connection, using it to ask the other person's mind how to say something in their language, and receiving an immediate and correct (as far as the mind in question knows) answer. If someone thinks something is spelled or said a certain way, he'll receive that answer, regardless of whether or not the word is actually correct.
Empathy is the ability to sense, identify and feel the emotions of the people around oneself. When using his ability, Charles usually picks up whatever emotions are attached to the thoughts or memories, and this can often manifest in his reaction to something. When helping Erik see a memory he'd forgotten, he ends up shedding a tear automatically, moved to sorrow by the reaction of his friend and the weight of the memory. Assumedly, this could branch out to other moments and reactions; he's told Erik that he's "felt what you felt", having gone through his thoughts and memories before. He's generally a level-headed sort, even with this, and though it could be a major drawback if not handled carefully, Charles seems to be able to sort out what the emotion and thought is and what his own emotion and opinion is on the same subject.
He'll most definitely have a permissions post for this little trick (or six) of his.
Additional Links: n//a unless you'd like some more info, I can certainly provide
First Person (entry type):
Tomorrow, I'm supposed to greet the series of new students I've had Alex, Hank and Sean find and gather, and I must say I'm rather nervous about it. Not even in my wildest dreams have I imagined such a response. It seems in New York, there's some form of quietly forming mutant underground, and once the word was put on the street about my little collective, there were more people finding us than we finding them. This is a wonderful step for progress, but I can't help but feel a little overwhelmed. I thought by this point I
..I thought I would have Erik by my side. He would be much better at helping me handle the work load than the boys have been. They've been simply wonderful, trying as hard as they can, but they're still young, and more than prone to silly mistakes or slips of the tongue. It's a wonder we've managed to collect anyone, at times.
In any case, I've a budding school to attend to. I should probably attempt sleeping; it simply wouldn't do to appear before my new students half-dead.
Third Person:
It was exhilarating. He had been told when the right time would be, but he hadn't been able to stop himself and had come to the meeting place twenty minutes early. His new friends would be joining him soon. Hank had told him it was borderline possible, that he shouldn't base all his hopes in the idea that someone could not only jump time and space but entire timelines, entire universes- but he couldn't help it. He had to hope, he had to place his thoughts in something positive, for once. As well as the school had been going, he still hadn't been able to shake that crushing despair, the extreme loneliness he naturally felt as a telepath compounded by the event of losing his two best friends.
Charles taps on the chair arm impatiently, leaning against it. He knew objectively that he still had somewhere in the ballpark of 15 minutes to wait, but he couldn't help it. He was almost giddy, like a schoolchild before Christmas, edging off the bed with every passing second, as if it might help him move time faster. He toyed with the controls without activating them, bored and frustrated in his own impatience. God, what he wouldn't give to have Erik or Raven with him. Or both. They would be just as fascinated, just as excited, just as eager to see if it were indeed possible, unlike the boys back at the mansion, giving him side-glances and telling him not to get his hopes up.
Well. Perhaps they couldn't understand what it felt like to be utterly hopeless all the time. Like his dark thoughts were a panther just around the corner, waiting to pounce, and no matter how many times he tried to turn back, he knew what was coming. He knew it was only a matter of time before he was in its clutches, and he was without the ability to run away.
So many times had he been tempted to show them what it felt like, but that would be such an abuse of power..
Charles clears his throat suddenly, shifting in his wheelchair, uncomfortable. There he was, drifting down unwanted corridors again, and right before his guests were due to arrive. He shifted until he was comfortable, fixing his clothing to sit just right, with a quick hand through his hair to look as if he'd only just arrived. It was only a matter of moments, now. He had to be ready for his guests.