11-18-2018, 06:58 PM
Name: Marcellus “Marcel” Porter
Age: 24
Codename: Monsoon
Your Mutation: While his normal skills equate him to that of a ninja, his actual powers stem from Hydrokinesis: The Manipulation and Formation of Water out of water molecules, his own body and even grom it’s gas (steam) and solid (ice) forms. He is an Omega-Level Mutant, though he heavily nerfs himself until he can fully control his abilities.
Character Description: Afro-Hispanic with predominant African features. A soft caramel brown skin tone. Stands at 5’11” with an upper muscular build and lean physique overall fit for a male who usually spends his time doing parkour. Wears diamond studded earrings. Otherwise normal in appearance until his powers get a bit out of control. Like most Omega level Mutants, this means there is a much darker persona underneath.
Small Bio: Marcel was the subject of a National Headline: Massive Floodings in Dallas, Texas. It wasn’t by choice. He had unknowingly come into his powers from numerous incidents triggering it to a full head. The Friends of Humanity going on a violent rally against Morlocks (Mutants disfigured by their mutation and forced to live in the sewers as a result) caused everything to erupt and him to black out. When he came to, he was being treated by Ororo Munroe and Bobby Drake who informed him of his condition. Ever since, he’s been at the academy for years in hopes to better control his abilities because if the MRD had actually pinpointed him to the source of everything, he would have not seen the light of day again.
Role: Both
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Time: 7:30 PM
Month: December 12th
Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Season: Winter || Mildly Snowing
The skies were dark as much as they were cloudy and bustling with small amounts of snow. Marcel sat in the seat aboard the X-Jet, Ororo Munroe at the helms of the ship itself and her second in command, Bobby Drake, next to her. Usually the more Senior members would have taken the jet, but Cyclops and Wolverine both had a proverbial pissing contest they refused to lose on which method of getting to Pittsburgh was more efficient. Marcel didn’t mind though. He honestly preferred the Jet over a car.
“Look Sharp,” the African Queen of storms commanded. “We will be at the drop off point soon. It may be a war zone down there already.”
They had the simple task of retrieving the mutant in question from armed humans and possible evil Mutants who wanted them for their own cause. Under no circumstances were they to let this kid get into those dangerous hands. There was no telling what would happen. This is what it meant to be a part of the X-Men, a nifty uniform to wear and showing the world that not every mutant was out on a war to prove they were superior to humans, Inhumans, Asgardians and what have you. As the Jet began to descend, it cloaked itself with invisibility. Marcel turned to look back at the others he would be working with.
Age: 24
Codename: Monsoon
Your Mutation: While his normal skills equate him to that of a ninja, his actual powers stem from Hydrokinesis: The Manipulation and Formation of Water out of water molecules, his own body and even grom it’s gas (steam) and solid (ice) forms. He is an Omega-Level Mutant, though he heavily nerfs himself until he can fully control his abilities.
Character Description: Afro-Hispanic with predominant African features. A soft caramel brown skin tone. Stands at 5’11” with an upper muscular build and lean physique overall fit for a male who usually spends his time doing parkour. Wears diamond studded earrings. Otherwise normal in appearance until his powers get a bit out of control. Like most Omega level Mutants, this means there is a much darker persona underneath.
Small Bio: Marcel was the subject of a National Headline: Massive Floodings in Dallas, Texas. It wasn’t by choice. He had unknowingly come into his powers from numerous incidents triggering it to a full head. The Friends of Humanity going on a violent rally against Morlocks (Mutants disfigured by their mutation and forced to live in the sewers as a result) caused everything to erupt and him to black out. When he came to, he was being treated by Ororo Munroe and Bobby Drake who informed him of his condition. Ever since, he’s been at the academy for years in hopes to better control his abilities because if the MRD had actually pinpointed him to the source of everything, he would have not seen the light of day again.
Role: Both
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Time: 7:30 PM
Month: December 12th
Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Season: Winter || Mildly Snowing
The skies were dark as much as they were cloudy and bustling with small amounts of snow. Marcel sat in the seat aboard the X-Jet, Ororo Munroe at the helms of the ship itself and her second in command, Bobby Drake, next to her. Usually the more Senior members would have taken the jet, but Cyclops and Wolverine both had a proverbial pissing contest they refused to lose on which method of getting to Pittsburgh was more efficient. Marcel didn’t mind though. He honestly preferred the Jet over a car.
“Look Sharp,” the African Queen of storms commanded. “We will be at the drop off point soon. It may be a war zone down there already.”
They had the simple task of retrieving the mutant in question from armed humans and possible evil Mutants who wanted them for their own cause. Under no circumstances were they to let this kid get into those dangerous hands. There was no telling what would happen. This is what it meant to be a part of the X-Men, a nifty uniform to wear and showing the world that not every mutant was out on a war to prove they were superior to humans, Inhumans, Asgardians and what have you. As the Jet began to descend, it cloaked itself with invisibility. Marcel turned to look back at the others he would be working with.