r/XMenRoleplay

*A bright orange mannequin girl stumbled onto the X-Mansion's campus, looking like she'd only learned to walk an hour ago.*

*She was only wearing a dirty lab coat as she fumbled her way across the courtyard. She moved over to anyone she saw, getting close enough for people to see that there was a name tag pinned to the coat that said "Int. Annie".*

Annie was laying on a patch of dirt not far outside of Emma's school. She was running her index finger through the dirt, drawing little shapes or letters.

She was thinking, mostly about the people she'd met while wandering around aimlessly. She'd seen dozens, and had a full conversation with two.

"Two people out of dozens... why? Colin says I'm nice... people are weird."

She thinks as she looks at the sky, specifically the sun. That's supposed to hurt... but she's completely fine. Her "eyes" didn't hurt, not even an ounce.

-Aizaru is lying in his bed in his room. Since he's gotten here, he's nabbed various things, just for fun. A few stolen things here and there probably won't hurt, right? So... He's taken posters, flowers, silverware, all that.-

-He leans back, grinning a bit.- "Man... This place is full of chumps..." -He thinks back to Colin and that annoyingly charming smile, and blushes slightly.- "Agh... Weirdly hot chumps... But still."

-He teleports over to his desk and starts tinkering with his mask, improving the breathing filter. Then when he's done with that part, he improves the camera on it.- "Hm... Armor done. Weapons next."

-He summons his daggers and starts sharpening them. Then he summons a few guns and starts modifying them to pack even more of a punch. After a bit, he summons a few explosives... And his mask. He already has one scar, he doesn't exactly want another.-

-He works for a few hours, then stands up, stretching.- "Alrighty...!" -He summons a Monster and chugs it. His door is slightly ajar.-

(Ooc: Open for Interaction. Wanted to make a chiller, more slice of life post.)

The morning of New York was calm or as calm as it can be with all the hero's and villains running around. A group is in progress of robbing a bank when one suddenly gets webbed to a wall not by spiderman this was too aggressive too harsh the wall that the theif was webbed too was cracked. Then the others see a shadow in the alleyway until the shadow jumps out at them punching one in the face knocking them out immediately as she kicks another in the chest breaking all his ribs. As she grins at the last guy before biting his head off ripping it apart from his neck and swings away blood dripping from her long pink tongue. The police arrive to the robbery but all they see is multiple people thieves and innocents dead all brutally murdered and disconfigured body's someone even headless this was no hero saving the day. This was a slaughter. A brutal slaughterhouse of death.

Later that day the police department decide to hire a hero for hire named Shadow-Willow they have no file or information on her true identity except they knew she was a capable hero. She manifests in a shadow in the police department as she grins at the annoyed cops who despise the sheer fact they need her help. One officer walks up to her.

Officer 1: Listen up Miss Willow this isn't a pardon for your crimes this is a once in a lifetime chance for you to give up the whole petty villain act and make something of your current pathetic life.

In response to this Shadow-Willow just smiles like he's just joking as she turns around and says.

Shadow-Willow: Well if I'm so pathetic maybe my talents aren't required here. And according to our deal it is a pardon to my crimes. Next time remember your own promises before you attempt to threaten me or I can just walk and let you face this shadow yourselves.

As she says this everyone in the room tenses up they know they are no match for whatever this thing is. They need Shadow-Willow. As another officer tries to defuse the situation.

Officer 2: Ok everyone needs to slow down, we are not here to fight nor attack you Miss Willow. We are aware of your deal with us and will respect it fully in payment and with a clean slate.

Shadow-Willow: Good. Now what's the target and plan?

Officer 3: Target is unidentified. And unseen no picture we don't even know if it's human or a you know mut¡e. Can't stand them thinking they are superior to us cause they were born with some gifted power.

Officer 1: Seriously not the time we all hate mutants but now is not the time for that. Right now we need to figure out how to catch this one freak.

The police officers pull up all the information they have on the mysterious killer. The file is short barely any information. List of victims and a list of the crime this thing has 'stopped' if that's what some people can call brutalizing people like this thing does. The images of the crime scenes makes another officer throw up from how disgusting it is. Shadow-Willow watches it all seemingly unfazed almost as if she's impressed with the brutality of this creature. Some of the officers look at her with disgust others with concern.

Officer 4: Is this some sick fucking joke to you? This thing has and continues to brutalize the entire of New York and you think it's impressive?

Shadow-Willow: I mean I can respect the craft without endorsing it. Much like how you can be racist while having laws against that. Weather it's colour or genetics you find a way to hate differences right?

Officer 3: Of course a criminal like you is a mutant sympathizer.

Shadow-Willow: Wrong. I don't care. I don't hate or sympathize I just get the fucking job done. Caring what people are is a waste of time. Now I have a plan. I need some supplies and a bank.

The police help her plan a heist on a bank she hires random goons off the dark web to do the heist for her they think it's another criminal job little do they know they are bait. For a job set up to go wrong. Gwenom hears of a break in at that moment and goes to the bank to 'save the day' as she lands behind one of the goons and immediately bites his head off screeching at the others before brutally slaughtering them and some innocents in the area. Shadow-Willow rises from a shadow behind her.

Shadow-Willow: So your the one terrorising New York? Huh, what would you know it'd be a renegade hero. Ghost-Spider right?

Shadow-Willow dodges Gwenoms attacks with ease disappearing and reappearing in the shadows of the building. Before Gwenom hits one of the buildings supports bringing the entire bank down as Shadow-Willow saves a civilian that was still inside as Gwenom swings away screaming.

Gwenom: W҉E҉ A҉R҉E҉ G҉W҉E҉N҉O҉M҉!!!

Shadow-Willow returns to the police department and hands them her report and announce she's quitting the job. It's not worth dying for.

Report log:

Name: Gwenom

Threat: High

Information: Ghost-Spider has a symbiote and has gone renegade.

((Reddit, this is roleplay and all events described are completely fictional))

-It was a normal day for this particular branch of The Friends Of Humanity. It was the same old same old. Hurt mutants. Do some paperwork. Chat like they aren't the scum of the earth... Then a 5'5 teenager crashed through the wall on a motorcycle with a tommy gun in his hand, giggling like a maniac.-

-Let's rewind a bit for context. Aizaru had heard about the branch of Friends Of Humanity and decided "none of that". He was thinking of how to do it... Then he landed on it. His perfect plan. He teleported into the Darkrealm and started searching.-

"QUERY. IS MOTOR VEHICLE NECESSARY?"

"Yes, DR. The motorcycle is absolutely necessary for my plan. Don't question it."

"DR?"

"That's your nickname now. Don't question it."

"QUERY-"

"That's a question, DR. Cut it out."

-He finishes working on the motorcycle and grins like a maniac. Can Umbra drive? No. Should he drive? No. Will he drive? Fuck yeah, he will.-

-That brings us to now, where he's crashed through the wall of the warehouse, hit a wheelie, and slammed the leader of the branch into the wall with his motorcycle before turning him into Swiss cheese.- "OH, HELL YES! I SHOULD DO THIS MORE!!!"

-He starts driving around, running over enemies, shooting them, throwing knives into them, and overall being a menace. After a few minutes, only one remains. He cowers away from Umbra in fear, begging for his life.- "P-please don't kill me! I-i'll do anything! Plea-" -He's cut off by his head being literally cut off.-

"Well, this has been fun." -The motorcycle disappears into the Darkrealm as Aizaru calmly walks out of the warehouse, fixing his gloves a bit.- "Hmh..."

(Ooc: Interactable for anyone.)

There were three things I had learned since starting X-Factor. One, people would do absolutely anything for a good picture. Two, apparently everything I wore needed to be approved by at least six different people. And three, nobody ever listened when I said something was a bad idea.

First example being the giant, expensive, definitely not fireproof backdrop behind me.

"Okay, first of all, I specifically said I wanted pink!"

I gestured toward the enormous silver-and-white display behind the photographer, complete with enough reflective surfaces to blind a small army.

"This is giving dentist's office. Where's the sparkle? Where's the personality? Where's the drama?"

The photographer pinched the bridge of his nose. Someone from the production crew hurried over to adjust a light while a stylist fussed with the collar of my jacket for what had to be the hundredth time. I swatted their hands away and checked myself in the nearest reflective surface.

"I swear, if one more person tells me to look natural, I'm gonna start charging them for the privilege of looking at me."

I stepped onto the marked spot, popped my hip, and flashed the camera my best celebrity smile.

"Okay! Let's make some magic, people!"

The lights brightened. The camera clicked. I snapped my fingers, sending a little burst of pink and gold fireworks into the air behind me.

Except the fireworks didn't fizzle out.

One of them struck the edge of the backdrop.

There was a tiny, almost polite little POP.

I blinked.

"...That's probably fine."

The corner of the backdrop caught fire.

"OH, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

Suddenly, everybody was moving. Someone yelled for a fire extinguisher. Another person started dragging equipment out of the way. The photographer abandoned his camera to rescue a rack of designer clothes, while I scrambled backward, waving both hands frantically as I tried to smother the flames with a shower of harmless sparks.

"NOBODY PANIC! THIS IS A CONTROLLED SITUATION!"

The backdrop collapsed.

Straight into a lighting rig.

The lighting rig toppled into a table full of makeup, sending brushes, powder, and approximately four thousand dollars' worth of cosmetics flying across the floor. A sprinkler system kicked on overhead, soaking the entire set in about three seconds flat.

I stood there, absolutely drenched, staring at the wreckage.

My hair was plastered to my forehead. My jacket was ruined. Mascara was running down my face, and somewhere behind me, a camera was still taking pictures.

Click.

I slowly turned toward it.

"...You better not be getting my bad side."

Another flash.

I pointed at the photographer.

"DELETE THAT!"

He lowered the camera.

I looked around at the ruined set, the scattered equipment, and the stylist who appeared to be reconsidering every career decision they'd ever made.

Then I looked back at the camera, forcing the biggest, fakest smile I could manage.

"And THAT, everybody, is why you hire professionals for your X-Factor photoshoots!"

I paused.

"...Which we are absolutely doing next time."

I brushed a clump of wet hair out of my eyes and glanced at the smoldering remains of the backdrop.

"Can we at least get a picture with the fire extinguisher? I think there's a brand deal in there somewhere."

I've only been here one day and I really love it and i just started training in in the danger room and I love it here

OOC: you can interact with this one

Colin is on a bench outside of frost university...drawing, a notebook and pencil in hand as he sketches. Whistling a bit as he did so...in a state of complete focus...zoned in on his sketches...ignoring everything going on around him. He looked at what he had been drawing...architecture...beautiful designs, ornate, simple yet complex, elegant and sophisticated...they were incredible...

He sighed, adjusting his reading glasses...he wore them every time he sketched or read...it helped him see the finer details better...he smiled softly...genuinely as he drew...genuinely enjoying the moment.

OOC: this is open to interaction! I hope you all are having a great day because you deserve it and yeah byeee :D

I hurd about the mansion from the news and I needed somewhere to stay after I moved away from Latveria so can I move in I have powers as well I have super strength I can control water and fire and I can also Read minds

Frost Academy had probably seen its fair share of strange things. Mutants were hardly known for their subtle entrances, and between the occasional psychic incident, the uncontrolled power demonstrations, and whatever the hell teenagers got up to when left unsupervised, the building had developed a certain tolerance for the unexpected.

What it probably hadn't accounted for was me.

Or, more accurately, me traveling at approximately the speed of a small automobile.

CRAAAAAASH!

The front doors of Frost Academy exploded inward with a spectacular cacophony of splintering wood, shrieking hinges, and violently offended glass. The doors themselves flew several feet into the entrance hall before clattering across the polished floor, followed shortly thereafter by a purple-and-black blur that sailed through the opening, bounced once, skidded across the floor on her back, and finally came to a stop in an undignified heap beneath what appeared to be a very expensive decorative plant.

For several seconds, there was silence.

Then a hand emerged from the wreckage.

"Ow."

I sat up with a groan, rubbing the back of my head. My beanie had somehow survived the impact, though it was now crooked enough to suggest it had personally witnessed a crime. I blinked at the ceiling, then at the shattered doors, then at the plant resting on her legs.

"Okay. First of all, rude."

I shoved the plant aside and scrambled to my feet, brushing splinters off my hoodie. There was a fresh tear in one sleeve, a smear of dirt across my cheek, and the unmistakable look of someone who had been having a perfectly terrible afternoon before the universe decided to make it everybody else's problem.

From somewhere outside came the distant sound of something very large hitting something considerably less large. A muffled explosion followed. I winced.

"Second of all, I am SO getting blamed for this."

I glanced toward the gaping entrance, where the sounds of my ongoing fight continued to echo from somewhere beyond the front steps. For a brief moment, my expression shifted. The embarrassment faded, replaced by a tense, irritated focus as I flexed my fingers. Whatever had sent me flying through the front doors clearly hadn't finished with me yet.

And then I noticed the people staring at me.

Students. Staff. Whoever happened to be unfortunate enough to be in the lobby when a teenage girl came crashing through the architecture like a human cannonball.

I straightened, tugged my beanie back into place, and offered them all a somewhat sheepish smile.

"Hey! So, uh... surprise inspection?"

Another crash sounded outside.

"Okay, no, that's a lie. I'm being chased."

I turned toward the entrance, planting my feet as the smile vanished and I raised my fists.

"And whoever decided to throw me through a building is about to find out that was a really, really stupid idea."

I paused, glancing back over my shoulder at the ruined doors.

"...Does anybody here know a good carpenter?"

Destiny got a text from Mystiques phone that read "meet me in in the alleyway behind a old bar" destiny already knew the text was coming and headed on her way once she arrived at the alleyway she found a note that read "She is gone. You were too late. Her DNA will make greatness."

(Mystique intro)

They hate us. Flatscans, sapiens, whatever you wanna call them, they hate us. So we need to hit back harder.

Stryfe had a vision with the original MLF, hit the flatscans hard, take them out by any means necessary, and this newer generation lost that. They hide in their schools and their manors from the problems the rest of us face. Those of us who can't walk down the street like one of them have to live in fear of what they could do to us. We have to bash skulls.

It's easier with a team like the MLF, but alone I can still walk into a small Sapien League hideout, break a few jaws, snap a few necks, crush a few sternums, and cave in a few skulls. The flatscans would do worse to us if given the chance, so I'm taking them out first. I'd do more if I could, all I can do is deal with these few flatscans my way and torch their belongings.

This is real justice. This is how mutant liberation is achieved. This is the way Stryfe taught me.