Post by Ororo/Leah/James on Jul 19, 2005 18:05:38 GMT -5
Name: Logan
Codename: Wolverine
Age: Unknown (At least 85)
Height: 5"3
Weight: 232 lbs
Haircolor: Dark Brown
Eyecolor: Brown
Personality: He seems cold and heartless on the outside, but really he is just looking for someone to care for, and to care for him. Sometimes quite witty, he has a few good comebacks-especially for Scott.
At other times he is very timid, his keen senses getting the better of him and jumping at the slightest sound. A complete rebel, but he really is a good guy.
Appearance: Very much wolf-like. His hair sticks up almost like wolf's ears. He has a very serious face, a strong chin and deep set eyes. Although short, he is very muscular. Often wearing leather, or just dark clothing.
Powers: Healing factor, adamantium skeleton, claws.
Bio: Known only as Logan to his very few friends, Wolverine is a distant man with a past shrouded in mystery. His memories reduced to a flashing series of contradictory images, Logan comes to the Xavier Institute at the behest of Professor X. The object of fear, awe and speculation on the part of the students, he will inspire the X-Men in good ways (providing battle tips after clandestinely watching Danger Room sessions) and bad (inspiring conflict between our core group of X-Men simply by virtue of his loner status and rebellious ways).
Skills: He can literally sense danger.
Interests:His forgotten past is his biggest interest. He's always on his quest to find out what happened to him...
Sample Post: Back from another week’s worth of fruitless searching for my past, a week of dead ends and nothingness, I returned to the mansion finding the remains of an all night party. If Chuck were still around I’m almost positive the party wouldn’t have happened at all. But Scott and Jean should’ve been here…
I glanced around the trashed living room, muffled groans come from the closet and I throw it open finding Jean and Scott gagged and bound inside.
“Gotchya again?”
They both nod looking relieved at seeing me.
“Okay, let me go round up the little squirrels. Stay here.” I close the closet door smirking and head into the kitchen finding the elf hanging by his tail on the chandelier.
“Elf!”
His yellow eyes are orange and bloodshot when he opens them, “Shh Logan… Bad headache.” He groaned rubbing his temples.
“Hangover?”
“Ja.”
I nod smirking, serves ‘im right, “Where are the others?”
“I don’t know.” He mumbled then teleported away.
Frowning I decide to check outside, where I find Bobby and Rahne confessing their love… to a plant.
“No Bobby! I love him!” Rahne shouted drunkenly shoving Bobby away from her ‘lover’.
Bobby stumbled backwards and fell on his ass spilling beer all over himself, “Rahne…” He slurred trying to climb to his feet with the nearly empty bottle held tightly in his right hand, “First of all… Rose is a she and she loves me.”
Alright this had to stop, even I know better than to have beer at six in the morning. Their bloodshot and tired eyes tell me that they haven’t even been to bed yet.
“Fine.” Rahne mutters before I have a chance to say anything, “Let me just feed her then.”
‘Oh no…’ I groan inwardly as Rahne promptly empties her stomach all over the plant.
Bobby blinks then screams, “NOO!! Rose!”
“ENOUGH!” I bark startling them both.
Rahne wipes her mouth looking extremely pale now.
“Get inside!”
The two help each other stumble into the house, with a sigh I start to walk around the mansion looking for the others. I hear ’sounds’ as I near the corner of the mansion and hesitantly round it finding Half-pint and Gumbo making out against the wall. What is it with these kids?
I grunt, and they ignore me, alright then…
“Am I interrupting something?” I growl and the two break apart, Half-pint blushing furiously.
“Non mon ami! Remy was just helpin’ de petite look for somethin’” Gumbo says innocently.
“Go to your rooms.” I growl and Gumbo smirks at Half-pint, “Separately.” I add and they sigh heading to the back door.
‘Four more left.’ I groan knowing exactly who’s with who…
I get back inside and go upstairs, it’s trashed with party streamers and beer cans and reeks of hormones. Opening Rogue’s room I find her sleeping, I glanced down at the floor and find Piotr sleeping. Well at least they’re not together…
There’s going to be an interesting Danger Room exercise today…
Codename: Wolverine
Age: Unknown (At least 85)
Height: 5"3
Weight: 232 lbs
Haircolor: Dark Brown
Eyecolor: Brown
Personality: He seems cold and heartless on the outside, but really he is just looking for someone to care for, and to care for him. Sometimes quite witty, he has a few good comebacks-especially for Scott.
At other times he is very timid, his keen senses getting the better of him and jumping at the slightest sound. A complete rebel, but he really is a good guy.
Appearance: Very much wolf-like. His hair sticks up almost like wolf's ears. He has a very serious face, a strong chin and deep set eyes. Although short, he is very muscular. Often wearing leather, or just dark clothing.
Powers: Healing factor, adamantium skeleton, claws.
Bio: Known only as Logan to his very few friends, Wolverine is a distant man with a past shrouded in mystery. His memories reduced to a flashing series of contradictory images, Logan comes to the Xavier Institute at the behest of Professor X. The object of fear, awe and speculation on the part of the students, he will inspire the X-Men in good ways (providing battle tips after clandestinely watching Danger Room sessions) and bad (inspiring conflict between our core group of X-Men simply by virtue of his loner status and rebellious ways).
Skills: He can literally sense danger.
Interests:His forgotten past is his biggest interest. He's always on his quest to find out what happened to him...
Sample Post: Back from another week’s worth of fruitless searching for my past, a week of dead ends and nothingness, I returned to the mansion finding the remains of an all night party. If Chuck were still around I’m almost positive the party wouldn’t have happened at all. But Scott and Jean should’ve been here…
I glanced around the trashed living room, muffled groans come from the closet and I throw it open finding Jean and Scott gagged and bound inside.
“Gotchya again?”
They both nod looking relieved at seeing me.
“Okay, let me go round up the little squirrels. Stay here.” I close the closet door smirking and head into the kitchen finding the elf hanging by his tail on the chandelier.
“Elf!”
His yellow eyes are orange and bloodshot when he opens them, “Shh Logan… Bad headache.” He groaned rubbing his temples.
“Hangover?”
“Ja.”
I nod smirking, serves ‘im right, “Where are the others?”
“I don’t know.” He mumbled then teleported away.
Frowning I decide to check outside, where I find Bobby and Rahne confessing their love… to a plant.
“No Bobby! I love him!” Rahne shouted drunkenly shoving Bobby away from her ‘lover’.
Bobby stumbled backwards and fell on his ass spilling beer all over himself, “Rahne…” He slurred trying to climb to his feet with the nearly empty bottle held tightly in his right hand, “First of all… Rose is a she and she loves me.”
Alright this had to stop, even I know better than to have beer at six in the morning. Their bloodshot and tired eyes tell me that they haven’t even been to bed yet.
“Fine.” Rahne mutters before I have a chance to say anything, “Let me just feed her then.”
‘Oh no…’ I groan inwardly as Rahne promptly empties her stomach all over the plant.
Bobby blinks then screams, “NOO!! Rose!”
“ENOUGH!” I bark startling them both.
Rahne wipes her mouth looking extremely pale now.
“Get inside!”
The two help each other stumble into the house, with a sigh I start to walk around the mansion looking for the others. I hear ’sounds’ as I near the corner of the mansion and hesitantly round it finding Half-pint and Gumbo making out against the wall. What is it with these kids?
I grunt, and they ignore me, alright then…
“Am I interrupting something?” I growl and the two break apart, Half-pint blushing furiously.
“Non mon ami! Remy was just helpin’ de petite look for somethin’” Gumbo says innocently.
“Go to your rooms.” I growl and Gumbo smirks at Half-pint, “Separately.” I add and they sigh heading to the back door.
‘Four more left.’ I groan knowing exactly who’s with who…
I get back inside and go upstairs, it’s trashed with party streamers and beer cans and reeks of hormones. Opening Rogue’s room I find her sleeping, I glanced down at the floor and find Piotr sleeping. Well at least they’re not together…
There’s going to be an interesting Danger Room exercise today…