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Okay, I am one of the queens of forums, and I happen to be lonely, so I decided to make yet another insane RPG where you create X-Men and then we take them on millions of adventures. Please stay in the original universe, thank you!
Character Sheet:
Full Name:
X-Men Name:
Gender:
Age:
Powers:
Any visible mutations (e.g. blue skin, white bangs, tail, etc):
Hero or villain:
Backstory:
Rules:
1. Any character mentioned without a character sheet will be controlled by everyone, so use a character sheet.
2. No suggestive, naked, sexual content or swearing/cursing allowed. You can use subsitutes.
3. Try to keep the story moving along, and not pause to take a bath or something and don't just add random crap just for the heck of it.
4. You can only use up to 6 character sheets. After that, you're history!
5. Have fun!
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X-Men Name: Nightshade
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Powers: Like his X-name suggests, Nightshade's powers are always connected to the element of Earth. A class-level 4.5 mutant, he can control any form of plant-life, causing them to grow or wither. Also can recognize any kind of plant just by looking at it.
Any visible mutations (e.g. blue skin, white bangs, tail, etc): He normally wears an eye-path over a blind eye that's unnaturally blue. His other eye is unnaturally green.
Hero or villain: Hero
Backstory: Marcelino was born an aristrocatic millionaire's eldest son on the outskirts of Rome. Ever since the doctors thought his brain developed, his parents were teaching him every kind of plant known to man. He was smarter than a 6th grader at age 9, but two days after Christmas of that year, mutant assassins came into the Lombardi mansion seeking to kill the famous millionaires. Marcelino ran for the greenhouse, but couldn't escape the assassin chasing him. He willed for the plants to protect him somehow, and suddenly, they did. He caused them to grow. No one knows for sure what happened after that. All that IS known is that he fled to America for safety. Ever since, he's been homeless and a pick-pocket. His Italian accent is all but gone, and only a hint of it remains.
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"Try me." Mark was lazily tossing an open knife back and forth from his hands. "You really think I'm lying here when I say that I know more about this than you?"
He'd gotten himself into trouble with a street-gang again. It's hard to pick-pocket on the streets of New York City. "Just give me back the knife." The largest of the gang boomed.
"Sorry," Mark leaned against the wall. "Doesn't look like that's gonna happen anytime soon. Besides, this was my father's. I'm just reclaiming what is rightfully mine."
The gang simutaniously advanced. Suddenly large thorny vines came from below them. They tied around their stomachs and hoisted them into the air. Loads of swearing came from the large one. A police siren went off.
Mark knew where to go now. He ran. He wouldn't get caught today...