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Rekindle App
OOC Information
Player Name: Siobhan
Player Age: 25
Player Contact: AIM: blitztsunami | email: israfel1030 (at) gmail (dot) com | personal journal: fiercebadrabbit | plurk: fiercebadrabbit
Player/Character HMD: Here.
Other characters in game: None
IC Information
Character Name: Kurt Wagner (a.k.a. Nightcrawler)
Character Canon: X-Men: Evolution
Character Age/Gender: 17/male
Canon Point: A few months after the end of season four (show conclusion)
Character Canon History: http://x-men-evolution.wikia.com/wiki/Nightcrawler
Kurt was an early victim of mutant separatist/scary terrorist Magneto’s experimentation on mutants (which could be why his physical mutations manifested as an infant rather than as he came up on puberty like everyone else). His mother attempted to escape with him but dropped him off a bridge when she was pursued. Miraculously, the baby survived the river and was fished out by a human couple. Almost as miraculously, they took in the little bundle of fluff and raised him as their own. He was fairly safe growing up in the country, though there were some close calls. Even before the world knew what to call mutants, his looks were sure to frighten and likely to attract violence. He grew up on first-name terms with five people and a faithful dog, hiding indoors during the day.
In his early teens, Kurt was invited to the Xavier Institute and gladly joined the X-Men. Sure, it came with stressful super hero training, but he enjoyed the chance to indulge his natural agility and bamf everywhere. More importantly, he got to go to school, walk around during the day, grab burgers and attend soccer games. Live a real life. It was only possible because of his image inducer, which projected a hologram over his real appearance so he could pass for human. As the effect was only visual and the experimental device was known to fail (and had a few flaws even at optimum performance, sometimes leaving his tail visible, never perfecting the illusion that he had five fingers, and so on), there was still danger, and he lived in quiet fear of being found out.
Life among the X-men was decidedly fraught in other ways, of course. If it wasn’t Brotherhood goons making variously petty trouble, it was supervillain attacks, anti-mutant bigotry... Or sometimes just school dances and algebra homework. Being a normal teenager had almost as many risks as defending the world from evil mutants, even leaving his image inducer aside. But at least he got to go out in daylight. Over the course of his studies, he discovered the identity of his biological mother, who had left him to an ordinary life after tracking him to his new home with the Wagners. Mystique was at least in part responsible for letting her son become a guinea pig and unavoidably an enemy, but both of them wanted some kind of relationship. They never quite managed it, due in part to tragic mishandling of the complicated feelings involved by two damaged people, in part to being on opposite sides of a superhero war. Kurt never could catch a break.
It wasn’t all bad, though. Mystique’s scheming had led to her adopting a four-year-old Rogue a few years after losing Kurt, perhaps in part as a replacement for the child she’d wronged and lost. Once their connection was uncovered, he enthusiastically adopted her as a sister. It was easy to move Rogue from almost family (a status shared with Kitty) to full honors.
Kurt slowly settled into real life, mostly in disguise. He took on Sentinel robots in news footage that the whole world saw, helped destroy the culmination of Magneto’s mutant experiments, got his blue ass handed to him by Apocalypse (but participation counts when preventing the mad schemes of the world’s most powerful mutant from coming to fruition), and almost never fell asleep in economics.
The Crawler has done pretty well for himself, all in all.
Character Personality: Kurt has a well-earned reputation as a jester, and from the perspective of most people, it’s all there is to him. He turns everything into a joke, though usually a bad one. He particularly likes puns. Maybe it’s the language barrier? (Though the only difficulty he really has with English is when it’s convenient.) His physical mutation gives him an edge with physical comedy, though it’s a limiting factor when he can’t risk anyone feeling his fur.
Keeping everyone at arm’s length is more than a physical requirement, though. He’s just too different to let people close easily, and even people who know about his mutation can make him a little nervy. It’s just habit; he grew up almost entirely alone and convinced his future held either mobs and pitchforks or government dissection labs. It’s hard to make the switch from living in total paranoid isolation to gleeful teenage goofball, and he does gum it up at times, whether by being too friendly or two jumpy. Trust is hard for him, and with anti-mutant sentiment growing, there’s been nothing to impede his ongoing paranoia. Trying to be normal (and not just pass for it) is a bit of an obsession and he’s a lot more aware of his issues than he likes to let on. But he’s fiercely loyal and protective of the friends he does have, because each one is an unexpected treasure. He just can’t get over people liking him. It’s just too awesome. But he still occasionally jumps if Kitty falls asleep on him or Scott goes for the surrogate-big-brother noogies. Maybe he’ll be used to being part of the world someday.
Not likely, though. Kurt lives very much in the moment. Whatever’s in front of him is generally the most important thing in the world, and he hasn’t really developed passions or causes beyond that, consumed as he is with being a regular kid. He’s happy to accept Professor X’s ideals, but mostly because, well, cool guy and being heroic is nifty. Being all about instant gratification and his conviction that he’s only safe (and only really a worthwhile person) if he’s just like everyone else has led him into most of his mistakes and ethical breaches, and it’s hard to say he’s exactly learned a lesson.
Not that he’d admit it. He does have life goals beyond being a super hero; he’s just never really done anything to further them. Which, at seventeen, is probably not the end of the world. There’s time to take journalism classes and start saving society from itself once he’s actually in college.
If he does have one great love, it’s the same as the source of all his issues. He loves using his power, bounding and hanging from ceilings and porting about. He gets very antsy if he spends too much time being still, and he’s a country boy who needs a lot of fresh air and space. Beyond that drive to live true to his odd nature, he’s a little bit empty-headed. He’s not all that much of an academic and he’s no more invested in any interest or activity than any other. Music, school, sandwiches, movies... It all takes second place to just spending time with his friends (friends! He really has those!) and enjoying himself (mostly by jumping off things). He’s pretty strongly religious, but he doesn’t like to bring it up. He seems weird enough without being that Catholic kid, and half the time he’s saving the world on Sundays. But he does care. Quietly.
So there’s not always a lot more going on in Kurt’s head than between him and everyone else. But as with pushing people away with jokes and peculiarity, he keeps the dark stuff buried most of the time. His abandonment by his mother and the person she is, the rejection he faces the moment his inducer goes on the fritz, living a childhood restricted to home and darkness for his own good... Kurt has scars that go deep, but he’d rather spend time smiling.
AU Information: N/A
Character Abilities: Kurt’s physical mutations are extensive, giving him inhuman agility, excellent night vision (and slightly enhanced hearing, just from the shape of his ears), and a smidge more than natural knack for blending with shadows. However, his very light build leaves him very delicate. He’s the ultimate glass ninja and spends a good portion of most combats prone or unconscious, with a more drawn-out recovery time than he’ll admit to. His later X-gene manifestation gave him the power to teleport. His maximum distance is about two miles, and he has to either be able to see where he’s going or know the place well. He can take small objects or one person with him fairly easily, two or larger objects with difficulty, and keep it up for several jumps before he’s worn out. Porting makes a soft noise (BAMF) and leaves behind a sulfurous smell and a small amount of heat. Slightly more mundanely, Kurt has a pilot’s license and considerable practical combat training, as high school juniors go.
Character Inventory: Street clothes (exhibiting the terrible fashion sense of a clean-cut European kid trying to do grunge ten years too late). Backpack containing Algebra II and American History textbooks, binder, notebooks, pens, a CD player with a book of assorted CDs with extra batteries, half a bottle of Mountain Dew, instant noodle cup... And general backpack detritus. Image inducer, which projects the appearance (visual only) of a normal teenaged boy over Kurt and fails whenever dramatically appropriate.
Samples:
Interaction
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The last ten minutes before lunch were the longest of the day. He’d be kind of embarrassed about his stomach rumbling if his weren’t the third he’d heard. The cafeteria was across the quad, but the window was open to the late September air and the smell of fry grease mingled in the most marvelous way with spicy leaves and the last really good sunshine.
The whole class was mostly asleep. The teacher droned in a way that made even her sound bored and the fact that the clock was making the most noise in this end of the room meant people weren’t even bothering with passing notes or whispering. He was totally in the clear if he just put his head down for a second. Soon there would be lunch and a little bit of real fresh air. Air that didn’t have to drift through a filter of chalk dust and teenage backpack funk. Just open air and vegetation and...
Kurt was jolted awake when he landed in an undignified heap in a pile of freshly-raked oak leaves. Uh-oh, big problem, huge problem. He hadn’t ported in his sleep since he was thirteen unless he was sick... Verdammt verdammt Gottverdammt...
Then he thought of the half-dead classroom he’d left behind and decided to go ahead and try something crazy. If he didn’t, he’d definitely be in trouble. Mutants were barely allowed at school at all. Powers were banned. But just maybe...
Kurt popped back into his seat. No one had even glanced his way. He quietly vowed to be a good and diligent student the rest of his life and turned his attention sharply back to his composition book. There might only be five minutes left, but he would get it all in his head and study all night to make up for it.
His vow ran out of steam the moment he looked at the page. In his neatest (still pretty lousy handwriting) were the words “Polynomials and Factoring” in red ink. Underneath was a doodle of an elephant wearing a baseball hat and eating a hot dog.
Alright, he vowed never to accidentally teleport before lunch again. He was pretty sure he could manage that.
Player Name: Siobhan
Player Age: 25
Player Contact: AIM: blitztsunami | email: israfel1030 (at) gmail (dot) com | personal journal: fiercebadrabbit | plurk: fiercebadrabbit
Player/Character HMD: Here.
Other characters in game: None
IC Information
Character Name: Kurt Wagner (a.k.a. Nightcrawler)
Character Canon: X-Men: Evolution
Character Age/Gender: 17/male
Canon Point: A few months after the end of season four (show conclusion)
Character Canon History: http://x-men-evolution.wikia.com/wiki/Nightcrawler
Kurt was an early victim of mutant separatist/scary terrorist Magneto’s experimentation on mutants (which could be why his physical mutations manifested as an infant rather than as he came up on puberty like everyone else). His mother attempted to escape with him but dropped him off a bridge when she was pursued. Miraculously, the baby survived the river and was fished out by a human couple. Almost as miraculously, they took in the little bundle of fluff and raised him as their own. He was fairly safe growing up in the country, though there were some close calls. Even before the world knew what to call mutants, his looks were sure to frighten and likely to attract violence. He grew up on first-name terms with five people and a faithful dog, hiding indoors during the day.
In his early teens, Kurt was invited to the Xavier Institute and gladly joined the X-Men. Sure, it came with stressful super hero training, but he enjoyed the chance to indulge his natural agility and bamf everywhere. More importantly, he got to go to school, walk around during the day, grab burgers and attend soccer games. Live a real life. It was only possible because of his image inducer, which projected a hologram over his real appearance so he could pass for human. As the effect was only visual and the experimental device was known to fail (and had a few flaws even at optimum performance, sometimes leaving his tail visible, never perfecting the illusion that he had five fingers, and so on), there was still danger, and he lived in quiet fear of being found out.
Life among the X-men was decidedly fraught in other ways, of course. If it wasn’t Brotherhood goons making variously petty trouble, it was supervillain attacks, anti-mutant bigotry... Or sometimes just school dances and algebra homework. Being a normal teenager had almost as many risks as defending the world from evil mutants, even leaving his image inducer aside. But at least he got to go out in daylight. Over the course of his studies, he discovered the identity of his biological mother, who had left him to an ordinary life after tracking him to his new home with the Wagners. Mystique was at least in part responsible for letting her son become a guinea pig and unavoidably an enemy, but both of them wanted some kind of relationship. They never quite managed it, due in part to tragic mishandling of the complicated feelings involved by two damaged people, in part to being on opposite sides of a superhero war. Kurt never could catch a break.
It wasn’t all bad, though. Mystique’s scheming had led to her adopting a four-year-old Rogue a few years after losing Kurt, perhaps in part as a replacement for the child she’d wronged and lost. Once their connection was uncovered, he enthusiastically adopted her as a sister. It was easy to move Rogue from almost family (a status shared with Kitty) to full honors.
Kurt slowly settled into real life, mostly in disguise. He took on Sentinel robots in news footage that the whole world saw, helped destroy the culmination of Magneto’s mutant experiments, got his blue ass handed to him by Apocalypse (but participation counts when preventing the mad schemes of the world’s most powerful mutant from coming to fruition), and almost never fell asleep in economics.
The Crawler has done pretty well for himself, all in all.
Character Personality: Kurt has a well-earned reputation as a jester, and from the perspective of most people, it’s all there is to him. He turns everything into a joke, though usually a bad one. He particularly likes puns. Maybe it’s the language barrier? (Though the only difficulty he really has with English is when it’s convenient.) His physical mutation gives him an edge with physical comedy, though it’s a limiting factor when he can’t risk anyone feeling his fur.
Keeping everyone at arm’s length is more than a physical requirement, though. He’s just too different to let people close easily, and even people who know about his mutation can make him a little nervy. It’s just habit; he grew up almost entirely alone and convinced his future held either mobs and pitchforks or government dissection labs. It’s hard to make the switch from living in total paranoid isolation to gleeful teenage goofball, and he does gum it up at times, whether by being too friendly or two jumpy. Trust is hard for him, and with anti-mutant sentiment growing, there’s been nothing to impede his ongoing paranoia. Trying to be normal (and not just pass for it) is a bit of an obsession and he’s a lot more aware of his issues than he likes to let on. But he’s fiercely loyal and protective of the friends he does have, because each one is an unexpected treasure. He just can’t get over people liking him. It’s just too awesome. But he still occasionally jumps if Kitty falls asleep on him or Scott goes for the surrogate-big-brother noogies. Maybe he’ll be used to being part of the world someday.
Not likely, though. Kurt lives very much in the moment. Whatever’s in front of him is generally the most important thing in the world, and he hasn’t really developed passions or causes beyond that, consumed as he is with being a regular kid. He’s happy to accept Professor X’s ideals, but mostly because, well, cool guy and being heroic is nifty. Being all about instant gratification and his conviction that he’s only safe (and only really a worthwhile person) if he’s just like everyone else has led him into most of his mistakes and ethical breaches, and it’s hard to say he’s exactly learned a lesson.
Not that he’d admit it. He does have life goals beyond being a super hero; he’s just never really done anything to further them. Which, at seventeen, is probably not the end of the world. There’s time to take journalism classes and start saving society from itself once he’s actually in college.
If he does have one great love, it’s the same as the source of all his issues. He loves using his power, bounding and hanging from ceilings and porting about. He gets very antsy if he spends too much time being still, and he’s a country boy who needs a lot of fresh air and space. Beyond that drive to live true to his odd nature, he’s a little bit empty-headed. He’s not all that much of an academic and he’s no more invested in any interest or activity than any other. Music, school, sandwiches, movies... It all takes second place to just spending time with his friends (friends! He really has those!) and enjoying himself (mostly by jumping off things). He’s pretty strongly religious, but he doesn’t like to bring it up. He seems weird enough without being that Catholic kid, and half the time he’s saving the world on Sundays. But he does care. Quietly.
So there’s not always a lot more going on in Kurt’s head than between him and everyone else. But as with pushing people away with jokes and peculiarity, he keeps the dark stuff buried most of the time. His abandonment by his mother and the person she is, the rejection he faces the moment his inducer goes on the fritz, living a childhood restricted to home and darkness for his own good... Kurt has scars that go deep, but he’d rather spend time smiling.
AU Information: N/A
Character Abilities: Kurt’s physical mutations are extensive, giving him inhuman agility, excellent night vision (and slightly enhanced hearing, just from the shape of his ears), and a smidge more than natural knack for blending with shadows. However, his very light build leaves him very delicate. He’s the ultimate glass ninja and spends a good portion of most combats prone or unconscious, with a more drawn-out recovery time than he’ll admit to. His later X-gene manifestation gave him the power to teleport. His maximum distance is about two miles, and he has to either be able to see where he’s going or know the place well. He can take small objects or one person with him fairly easily, two or larger objects with difficulty, and keep it up for several jumps before he’s worn out. Porting makes a soft noise (BAMF) and leaves behind a sulfurous smell and a small amount of heat. Slightly more mundanely, Kurt has a pilot’s license and considerable practical combat training, as high school juniors go.
Character Inventory: Street clothes (exhibiting the terrible fashion sense of a clean-cut European kid trying to do grunge ten years too late). Backpack containing Algebra II and American History textbooks, binder, notebooks, pens, a CD player with a book of assorted CDs with extra batteries, half a bottle of Mountain Dew, instant noodle cup... And general backpack detritus. Image inducer, which projects the appearance (visual only) of a normal teenaged boy over Kurt and fails whenever dramatically appropriate.
Samples:
Interaction
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The last ten minutes before lunch were the longest of the day. He’d be kind of embarrassed about his stomach rumbling if his weren’t the third he’d heard. The cafeteria was across the quad, but the window was open to the late September air and the smell of fry grease mingled in the most marvelous way with spicy leaves and the last really good sunshine.
The whole class was mostly asleep. The teacher droned in a way that made even her sound bored and the fact that the clock was making the most noise in this end of the room meant people weren’t even bothering with passing notes or whispering. He was totally in the clear if he just put his head down for a second. Soon there would be lunch and a little bit of real fresh air. Air that didn’t have to drift through a filter of chalk dust and teenage backpack funk. Just open air and vegetation and...
Kurt was jolted awake when he landed in an undignified heap in a pile of freshly-raked oak leaves. Uh-oh, big problem, huge problem. He hadn’t ported in his sleep since he was thirteen unless he was sick... Verdammt verdammt Gottverdammt...
Then he thought of the half-dead classroom he’d left behind and decided to go ahead and try something crazy. If he didn’t, he’d definitely be in trouble. Mutants were barely allowed at school at all. Powers were banned. But just maybe...
Kurt popped back into his seat. No one had even glanced his way. He quietly vowed to be a good and diligent student the rest of his life and turned his attention sharply back to his composition book. There might only be five minutes left, but he would get it all in his head and study all night to make up for it.
His vow ran out of steam the moment he looked at the page. In his neatest (still pretty lousy handwriting) were the words “Polynomials and Factoring” in red ink. Underneath was a doodle of an elephant wearing a baseball hat and eating a hot dog.
Alright, he vowed never to accidentally teleport before lunch again. He was pretty sure he could manage that.