X-Men RP

[BeautifullyImperfect]

((Since lily hasn't logged on in over a year, I'm gonna make my own X-men thread for you guys to post in, ok? Please post your character profiles in the thread I made *here*. ))

[XoxOjo]

((so..when can we start?))

[PillsburyDoughboy]

with your permission beautiful, I would love to start the story I have a great idea, it starts long after the original X-Men had left the school and thus begins a new adventure with new recruits

[BeautifullyImperfect]

((That's fine, go ahead and you can do the first post. ))

[PillsburyDoughboy]

( I hope you don't mind Sara but I am also controlling the character Jean Grey since she works with Professor Xavier if you have a problem with this I will gladly drop the lumber jack. And since I am the one who is basically in charge of the school characters will come and go but don't parts will be short you will see. I will make it nice and easy to follow)

Professor Xavier was getting ready for the new school year at Xavier's School For The Gifted. The past few years though have been rough for the school. They have barely had enough students to stay open. With the rise of terrorise and the use of mutants as terrorists mutants are feared more than ever and other mutants are afraid to show them selves. And in addition to terrorist more gang members are mutants these days then ever before. The year is 2010, Professor Xavier is well along in years but is still just as alert as he has ever been. Together with assistant Jean Grey he runs the Xavier School For the Gifted.

This year he had barely enough enroll to keep the school going. Whether or not they realy show he has no idea. "These two look promising." Jean said as she went through enrollment papers. "Trinity," Jean began to read "Prefers to go by Shadowmere. She is 15 and has one of the most remarkable powers I have ever herd of, she turn into a dragon like form and breath fire. And then there this other realy talented young man here, named Josh who prefers to go by Dread. He has the power to 'black fire' I realy don't know what that is but sounds remarkable don't you agree?" The professor nodded.

"Yes indeed, but what the others we have there." Jean went through the papers "Just the usuals, flying, super strong, ice powers, fire powers, nothing we haven't seen before." The professor rubbed his chin thinking "These two will be my special project. In all my years I have never seen anything like them, I wish to learn as much about there powers as possible." Jean nodded in agreement. She looked up at the wall covered in old photos.

"You miss Cyclops don't you?" Professor asked when he noticed her staring at his picture for a long time. "Of course I do, it has been almost 10 years since the originals left. I miss them all. The only one that is still here is Beast." Professor smiled "Yes they are all missed but time goes on. There was a knock at the door, it was one of the current students living there. "Jimmy is fighting again." The boy said as he was let in. "Jean?" Professor said, "Yes professor I will handle it." Jean left the room with young boy.

Professor Xavier looked over the old photos. Cyclops, Wolverine, Storm, Night Crawler, Gambit and all the others. "We will meet again." He said under his breath. Xavier wheeled himself in his chair over to his desk and flipped on the radio. Half way through the song an announcement came through "Another mutant attack has occurred in central park last night leaving the victim badly beaten and near death." Xavier flipped off the radio. He looked out his window. The school grounds looked so peaceful and serene but beyond those grounds was a living hell, and Xavier and his school of the Gifted was man kinds only hope for survival. Together they formed the elite fighting group, The X-Men.

[PillsburyDoughboy]

((perhaps everyone should control a few others throughout the RPG just a for a second to make it seem like we have more students, you know like I am doing))

[XoxOjo]

((I feel really special! and what do i need to post? like me just like walking? lol))

[PillsburyDoughboy]

(( well let me fix that now, should have thought about that before, lol))

[PillsburyDoughboy]

It is now the first day of the new school year and the new students were coming in and registering and finding thier rooms. When Trinity walked in Jean reconised her right away. "The professor would like to talk to you." She said to Trinity and she led her to Xavier's office. Jean knocked on the door. "Come in," A voice answered. She opened the door "I found miss Trinity for you." "Thank you Jean." Xavier said "Could you leave us alone." Jean left to go keep an eye out for the other student to show up.

Back in the office, "So miss Trinity, I have read your papers, you are a very remarkable young lady. Before I get to know you more what do you think of the school?" Xavier smiled at her to ease the tention.

[BeautifullyImperfect]

((Nice posts, Doughboy!! Sorry, can I call you something else? And yea, my character's been at the school for a little over 2 years...I'll go ahead and post.))

Emily was laying on her back in bed. Professor Xavier was too busy for her to ask him to open up the training room, so for now she was attempting to train in her room. Training outside would draw too much attention from the newer students, and the last thing she wanted was to have to deal with an awkward introduction while she was trying to train. Despite her pleas, the professor had denied her request to have a punching bag set up in her room. He said that she needed to meet other people and make friends. Apparently he thought that training with other people would make that happen; but it didn't.... She just trained in silence, like always.

At the moment, she was in her room, training with a tennis ball. She used her telekinesis to throw the ball against the wall, then catch it as it came flying back and throw it again. It required perfect concentration, as did the majority of her skills. Fortunately, the campus was pretty quiet, and she had no roommate to bother her. It was just her and the constant thunk of the tennis ball hitting the wall.