Post by xavier on Jun 4, 2006 1:18:35 GMT -5
Okay, here goes. 
Tell me if there's anything wrong with it.
Name: Charles Xavier
Codename(s): Professor X
Affiliation: Other, originally X-men
Age: 66 but his body is around 40
Height: We’ll say 5’10”, eh?
Weight: 154pounds (or thereabouts – I’m using the metric system myself, so, uh, yeah. Haha)
Hair Color: dark brown (yes he has hair now ^-^)
Eye Color: brown
Appearance: Xavier prefers inconspicuous style of grey suits and coats to wear, as he doesn’t like to attract attention these days. He wears a beard still, though it is stylishly cut, and he also has fairly long hair, no longer than on his shoulders, though. His beard and hair are slightly curly, he generally wears a hat that matches his suit, with a black band and if he wears gloves, they are black. He is obviously not in a wheelchair anymore, but he does walk around with a cane; though not for support. The cane is of wood, painted black. He wears as little metal on him as possible; even his belt buckle is woven out of leather. His body-built is muscular and well-formed, but he doesn't bring it out in any way, and always moves with a certain... quietness, not wanting to attract attention.
Personality: Xavier is, well, Xavier. He is caring, extremely intelligent and aloof, but on the other hand he is shrewd and calculative and even ruthless and manipulative, when he sees it best. Though some might believe otherwise, he is not an all-good character, even if he obviously is also not evil. Xavier has always been an idealist, and to achieve his dream of what he believes is the better world, he sometimes has had to walk on the knife’s edge between right and wrong. He has made some decisions he is not proud of, but he stands by his convictions. Currently he is dealing with issues of guilt and uncertainty, and is trying to search again his place in the new order of the world, uncertain as yet if he wants to announce that he is alive.
Powers and Abilities: Xavier is a high level mutant with telepathic and telekinetic powers. He is very skilled and extremely experienced in the use of his powers, and there are likely very few tricks he wouldn’t be familiar with. He is also highly intelligent and widely learned, with wide knowledge in psychology, genetics and biophysics.
Weaknesses: one might say that Xavier’s biggest fault is his self-confidence. He rarely likes to talk about his plans or thoughts to others when it is not absolutely necessary, and he tends to rely too much on his own excellence. He likes to believe he has everything under control, and most often things do seem to roll his way, but sometimes he does misjudge the situation, and make mistakes under the false belief that everything is firmly in his grip.
History: Xavier has had a colourful and long life. He was born to a rich family, and accordingly, he was sent to the best of schools. He was a genius to start with, and went through school quickly, even so much that he graduated from Harvard University before his seventeenth birthday. Charles Xavier was, in fact, a natural-born genius in many ways. Not only was he in possession of a superb intellect, he was also athletically gifted. The intellect and athletic gifts were not, however, Xavier’s only gifts. Already as a child Xavier found his mutant powers; the strong telepathic power. His telekinetic abilities were revealed to him later.
Xavier was in every way an exceptional child. Not only did he have all these powers and abilities, but he was a very mature child. Xavier understood the great responsibility that came with his powers at an early age; he also understood that it would be best if he kept these powers to himself. While reading minds was, at first, quite easy and even unintentional for him, he soon came to realise that it was wrong to do so. He could hear people’s most private thoughts, and it troubled him greatly. While his powers were still not fully under control, he developed symptoms of an anxiety disorder, being bombarded with random thoughts and especially feelings even when he didn’t reach out for them. It is likely largely due to his quick mental development that he gained control of his powers quick enough in order not to be permanently damaged by the experience.
In time, after gaining control of his powers, Xavier’s powers grew and expanded, and he learned more of them as he went along. Obviously his powers and the unknown reason for why they were emerging was an important reason for him to develop an interest toward the subjects that he eventually began to study. He wanted to learn more about himself, and why he was the way he was, and has been an important influence in the field of science and specifically mutant studies. He has spent most of his time travelling in various places in the world, learning and investigating, always hoping to find other mutants like him and find out the reason why they exist, and what the world would become if there indeed were others like him.
Always an ideologist and striving for the moral good, Xavier eventually developed the dream for a better world, where humans and mutants could live in peace together. He believed that it would be possible for humans to accept mutants as what they are: the next step in the evolution. He believed that there could be a better way than war between the different and the normal. When the world seemed to be disappointing him, he decided on a different tactic. He founded the School for Gifted Children. This school would become the haven and headquarters for all mutants who had no other place to go. He never planned to begin a war; he only wanted to offer safety and guidance to young mutants.
The accident in which Xavier lost the use of his legs did not change many things in his life. He couldn’t move as easily anymore, but his powers had not disappeared, and they indeed made his moving easier while constrained in the wheelchair. He could use his telekinetic powers to move more swiftly if he needed to, and it almost seemed as though his telepathic powers grew since the accident. At any rate, Xavier never seemed to suffer especially from the loss of his legs, and his authority was certainly never damaged by it.
Inside, of course, Xavier felt the change. He spent years in an attempt to use his powers on his legs, to make himself walk again. He never spoke of the pain inside to anyone, and there were not many who might ever guess just how much the loss of his legs had truly hurt him. When Xavier then found the man who had been brain dead for his entire life but otherwise in perfect health, he was faced with the most difficult choice in his life; he knew it might be possible for him to transfer his consciousness into this man and take over his body, and thus have a fully functioning body again. And thus he arranged for the man to be taken care of, knowing that he had no family that would miss him. Xavier agonised over the decision for years.
Eventually, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He felt extreme guilt even for considering it, for he knew that if the poor man’s body should be used in such a ruthless manner, should it not be used for the benefit of someone better deserving – someone with a family, for instance? No, he couldn’t do it. However, he didn’t stop supporting the brain dead man, either. He used the moral dilemma on his lectures to his pupils often, and explained to himself that that was the reason he was keeping the man alive; because he needed him for his lectures.
But inside, he knew that when the time came that death would come collecting its dues, he was not sure what his choice would be. Would he choose death, like the rest of humankind – mutant and normal alike – or would he choose life after death? Would he conquer the beast that had kept humankind in its grasp since the very birth of time?
And when he had done it once, would he do it again – and again – and again?
No one knows the answer to the last question. However, now we know the answer to the first. When Jean Grey disintegrated his body, Charles Xavier, Professor X, an icon for many mutants and one of their strongest protectors, did reject the call of death and choose a second chance instead. He woke up in a new body, with a new life – and with a heavy heart. He didn’t know where to go, and that is where we find him now; aimless, discouraged and trying to find a new life.
Sample post:
A tall man wearing a light grey trenchcoat and a matching grey hat stood quietly in front of a large gravestone. The brim of his hat shaded his eyes, but one could easily make out the curly though neatly cut beard from the shadows. The man was leaning on a black wooden cane, his shoulders hunched a little and his head tilted to one side. His eyes were intently on the large grey boulder onto which was engraved the familiar profile and the familiar name of Professor X.
Professor X. The name sounded so very foreign to him now, and yet it was not long since he had last heard it spoken, and known it meant him. The man swallowed and wiped his bearded chin with the back of one gloved hand. Intelligent brown eyes glistened with unshed tears within the shadow of the hat. Professor Charles Xavier. He hadn’t heard the eulogy or attended the funeral, of course. He didn’t know what had been said, but he had heard that there had been tears. So many people missed him.
But what was really left of him? What could he take back to all those people who had for so many years relied on him? Relied on his sense of justice, his guidance, his strength? What would he have to offer now? How would he explain to them what had happened?
He couldn’t tell them he had made a decision just for himself. He couldn’t tell them that he had chosen to steal another man’s body just so he could live on. What would he stand for then? He wasn’t sure anymore what he had stood for before. Everything seemed so changed now. The world was changing. Laws were passed in the government, and he supposed it was a good thing. Many things he had dreamed for were coming true.
But also many things he had feared were coming true. Many things he had seen nightmares of, things that had crawled at the back of his mind into his consciousness for as long as he could remember. Fears, which Magneto had awoken in him. Fears, which Magneto had attempted to realize for so long now. A war was now a reality. A terrible war, where mutants fought mutants and humans alike, and it was hard to tell on whose side you were on.
“How did it come to this, my old friend? How could you let it come to this?” Xavier’s voice, altered voice, spoke quietly. He sniffed a little and wiped away the tears to his black glove. He imagined Magneto’s face before him. They had been friends once. And yet, from the very beginning, it had been clear that they could not remain allies. Still, it had always felt to Xavier that they had never stopped being friends. Was it true? He thought he had heard worry from Magneto’s voice just a moment before his old body had been blasted into millions of pieces. He had to wonder if there was still some decency left in his old friend. Magneto’s intentions had started out as good, or so Xavier wanted to believe. He wanted to believe that it was his experience in life that had twisted everything.
And yet… was he himself any better, in the end? Had he not stolen in the most horrible way imaginable, just to remain alive? Had he not done so many mistakes in his life? He couldn’t help but wonder at his own motives in all of this. Should he have spoken with Jean about what he was doing with her? Should he have… explained himself? Would it have made a difference? To what end had he kept the truth from her?
Sighing heavily, the grey-coated man shook his head and turned away from the grave. He had no answers to his questions. As he started to walk away, he looked like just another tired old man, having visited the grave of the famous Professor X. The Professor X who had died some time ago.
The Professor X who was no more.
Screenname(s): Crescent, Dark Crescent, Crescent Crystal, Cres
Email: DarkCrystalline@aim.com
IMs: see above
RP Experiance: Aside from years of live role playing and board games in real life, I’ve played online for a year now at Falls Apart, Celebrate! 2003, Darklands, Dream Valley – Rebirth, Xanadia, Highlands… to name my most active rpgs.
Tell me if there's anything wrong with it.Name: Charles Xavier
Codename(s): Professor X
Affiliation: Other, originally X-men
Age: 66 but his body is around 40
Height: We’ll say 5’10”, eh?
Weight: 154pounds (or thereabouts – I’m using the metric system myself, so, uh, yeah. Haha)
Hair Color: dark brown (yes he has hair now ^-^)
Eye Color: brown
Appearance: Xavier prefers inconspicuous style of grey suits and coats to wear, as he doesn’t like to attract attention these days. He wears a beard still, though it is stylishly cut, and he also has fairly long hair, no longer than on his shoulders, though. His beard and hair are slightly curly, he generally wears a hat that matches his suit, with a black band and if he wears gloves, they are black. He is obviously not in a wheelchair anymore, but he does walk around with a cane; though not for support. The cane is of wood, painted black. He wears as little metal on him as possible; even his belt buckle is woven out of leather. His body-built is muscular and well-formed, but he doesn't bring it out in any way, and always moves with a certain... quietness, not wanting to attract attention.
Personality: Xavier is, well, Xavier. He is caring, extremely intelligent and aloof, but on the other hand he is shrewd and calculative and even ruthless and manipulative, when he sees it best. Though some might believe otherwise, he is not an all-good character, even if he obviously is also not evil. Xavier has always been an idealist, and to achieve his dream of what he believes is the better world, he sometimes has had to walk on the knife’s edge between right and wrong. He has made some decisions he is not proud of, but he stands by his convictions. Currently he is dealing with issues of guilt and uncertainty, and is trying to search again his place in the new order of the world, uncertain as yet if he wants to announce that he is alive.
Powers and Abilities: Xavier is a high level mutant with telepathic and telekinetic powers. He is very skilled and extremely experienced in the use of his powers, and there are likely very few tricks he wouldn’t be familiar with. He is also highly intelligent and widely learned, with wide knowledge in psychology, genetics and biophysics.
Weaknesses: one might say that Xavier’s biggest fault is his self-confidence. He rarely likes to talk about his plans or thoughts to others when it is not absolutely necessary, and he tends to rely too much on his own excellence. He likes to believe he has everything under control, and most often things do seem to roll his way, but sometimes he does misjudge the situation, and make mistakes under the false belief that everything is firmly in his grip.
History: Xavier has had a colourful and long life. He was born to a rich family, and accordingly, he was sent to the best of schools. He was a genius to start with, and went through school quickly, even so much that he graduated from Harvard University before his seventeenth birthday. Charles Xavier was, in fact, a natural-born genius in many ways. Not only was he in possession of a superb intellect, he was also athletically gifted. The intellect and athletic gifts were not, however, Xavier’s only gifts. Already as a child Xavier found his mutant powers; the strong telepathic power. His telekinetic abilities were revealed to him later.
Xavier was in every way an exceptional child. Not only did he have all these powers and abilities, but he was a very mature child. Xavier understood the great responsibility that came with his powers at an early age; he also understood that it would be best if he kept these powers to himself. While reading minds was, at first, quite easy and even unintentional for him, he soon came to realise that it was wrong to do so. He could hear people’s most private thoughts, and it troubled him greatly. While his powers were still not fully under control, he developed symptoms of an anxiety disorder, being bombarded with random thoughts and especially feelings even when he didn’t reach out for them. It is likely largely due to his quick mental development that he gained control of his powers quick enough in order not to be permanently damaged by the experience.
In time, after gaining control of his powers, Xavier’s powers grew and expanded, and he learned more of them as he went along. Obviously his powers and the unknown reason for why they were emerging was an important reason for him to develop an interest toward the subjects that he eventually began to study. He wanted to learn more about himself, and why he was the way he was, and has been an important influence in the field of science and specifically mutant studies. He has spent most of his time travelling in various places in the world, learning and investigating, always hoping to find other mutants like him and find out the reason why they exist, and what the world would become if there indeed were others like him.
Always an ideologist and striving for the moral good, Xavier eventually developed the dream for a better world, where humans and mutants could live in peace together. He believed that it would be possible for humans to accept mutants as what they are: the next step in the evolution. He believed that there could be a better way than war between the different and the normal. When the world seemed to be disappointing him, he decided on a different tactic. He founded the School for Gifted Children. This school would become the haven and headquarters for all mutants who had no other place to go. He never planned to begin a war; he only wanted to offer safety and guidance to young mutants.
The accident in which Xavier lost the use of his legs did not change many things in his life. He couldn’t move as easily anymore, but his powers had not disappeared, and they indeed made his moving easier while constrained in the wheelchair. He could use his telekinetic powers to move more swiftly if he needed to, and it almost seemed as though his telepathic powers grew since the accident. At any rate, Xavier never seemed to suffer especially from the loss of his legs, and his authority was certainly never damaged by it.
Inside, of course, Xavier felt the change. He spent years in an attempt to use his powers on his legs, to make himself walk again. He never spoke of the pain inside to anyone, and there were not many who might ever guess just how much the loss of his legs had truly hurt him. When Xavier then found the man who had been brain dead for his entire life but otherwise in perfect health, he was faced with the most difficult choice in his life; he knew it might be possible for him to transfer his consciousness into this man and take over his body, and thus have a fully functioning body again. And thus he arranged for the man to be taken care of, knowing that he had no family that would miss him. Xavier agonised over the decision for years.
Eventually, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He felt extreme guilt even for considering it, for he knew that if the poor man’s body should be used in such a ruthless manner, should it not be used for the benefit of someone better deserving – someone with a family, for instance? No, he couldn’t do it. However, he didn’t stop supporting the brain dead man, either. He used the moral dilemma on his lectures to his pupils often, and explained to himself that that was the reason he was keeping the man alive; because he needed him for his lectures.
But inside, he knew that when the time came that death would come collecting its dues, he was not sure what his choice would be. Would he choose death, like the rest of humankind – mutant and normal alike – or would he choose life after death? Would he conquer the beast that had kept humankind in its grasp since the very birth of time?
And when he had done it once, would he do it again – and again – and again?
No one knows the answer to the last question. However, now we know the answer to the first. When Jean Grey disintegrated his body, Charles Xavier, Professor X, an icon for many mutants and one of their strongest protectors, did reject the call of death and choose a second chance instead. He woke up in a new body, with a new life – and with a heavy heart. He didn’t know where to go, and that is where we find him now; aimless, discouraged and trying to find a new life.
Sample post:
A tall man wearing a light grey trenchcoat and a matching grey hat stood quietly in front of a large gravestone. The brim of his hat shaded his eyes, but one could easily make out the curly though neatly cut beard from the shadows. The man was leaning on a black wooden cane, his shoulders hunched a little and his head tilted to one side. His eyes were intently on the large grey boulder onto which was engraved the familiar profile and the familiar name of Professor X.
Professor X. The name sounded so very foreign to him now, and yet it was not long since he had last heard it spoken, and known it meant him. The man swallowed and wiped his bearded chin with the back of one gloved hand. Intelligent brown eyes glistened with unshed tears within the shadow of the hat. Professor Charles Xavier. He hadn’t heard the eulogy or attended the funeral, of course. He didn’t know what had been said, but he had heard that there had been tears. So many people missed him.
But what was really left of him? What could he take back to all those people who had for so many years relied on him? Relied on his sense of justice, his guidance, his strength? What would he have to offer now? How would he explain to them what had happened?
He couldn’t tell them he had made a decision just for himself. He couldn’t tell them that he had chosen to steal another man’s body just so he could live on. What would he stand for then? He wasn’t sure anymore what he had stood for before. Everything seemed so changed now. The world was changing. Laws were passed in the government, and he supposed it was a good thing. Many things he had dreamed for were coming true.
But also many things he had feared were coming true. Many things he had seen nightmares of, things that had crawled at the back of his mind into his consciousness for as long as he could remember. Fears, which Magneto had awoken in him. Fears, which Magneto had attempted to realize for so long now. A war was now a reality. A terrible war, where mutants fought mutants and humans alike, and it was hard to tell on whose side you were on.
“How did it come to this, my old friend? How could you let it come to this?” Xavier’s voice, altered voice, spoke quietly. He sniffed a little and wiped away the tears to his black glove. He imagined Magneto’s face before him. They had been friends once. And yet, from the very beginning, it had been clear that they could not remain allies. Still, it had always felt to Xavier that they had never stopped being friends. Was it true? He thought he had heard worry from Magneto’s voice just a moment before his old body had been blasted into millions of pieces. He had to wonder if there was still some decency left in his old friend. Magneto’s intentions had started out as good, or so Xavier wanted to believe. He wanted to believe that it was his experience in life that had twisted everything.
And yet… was he himself any better, in the end? Had he not stolen in the most horrible way imaginable, just to remain alive? Had he not done so many mistakes in his life? He couldn’t help but wonder at his own motives in all of this. Should he have spoken with Jean about what he was doing with her? Should he have… explained himself? Would it have made a difference? To what end had he kept the truth from her?
Sighing heavily, the grey-coated man shook his head and turned away from the grave. He had no answers to his questions. As he started to walk away, he looked like just another tired old man, having visited the grave of the famous Professor X. The Professor X who had died some time ago.
The Professor X who was no more.
Screenname(s): Crescent, Dark Crescent, Crescent Crystal, Cres
Email: DarkCrystalline@aim.com
IMs: see above
RP Experiance: Aside from years of live role playing and board games in real life, I’ve played online for a year now at Falls Apart, Celebrate! 2003, Darklands, Dream Valley – Rebirth, Xanadia, Highlands… to name my most active rpgs.
