Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Description
Real Name: Kurt Wagner
Aliases
"Fuzzy Elf", formerly Gainsborough
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Powers: Teleportation,
enhanced night vision,
superhuman acrobat/gymnast,
Prehensile tail,
Ability to stick to walls,
Blending into shadows,
Skilled in martial arts, hand to hand combat and fencing training
Personality
Appearance: (For canon characters use images from the comic, cartoon, or photographs. For non-canon use photos)

Alliance: X-Men
Archdiocese of New York
Excalibur
X-Treme Sanctions Executive
Equipment
Equipment/Items: Nightcrawler occasionally uses an image inducer to disguise his true appearance with a holographic form

History
History:
Place of Birth:(More the early history)
So begins...
Kurt puffed into the room and searched around for Magneto. He'd been on a quick re-con mission in Washington DC. He had even tried to save some younger mutants, but Sentinels were too dangerous for him to face on his own. He knew God worked in mysterious ways, but as days grew weary he had began to wonder if this was judgement day.
Kurt puffed into the room and searched around for Magneto. He'd been on a quick re-con mission in Washington DC. He had even tried to save some younger mutants, but Sentinels were too dangerous for him to face on his own. He knew God worked in mysterious ways, but as days grew weary he had began to wonder if this was judgement day.
Kurt puffed into the room and searched around for Magneto. He'd been on a quick re-con mission in Washington DC. He had even tried to save some younger mutants, but Sentinels were too dangerous for him to face on his own. He knew God worked in mysterious ways, but as days grew weary he had began to wonder if this was judgement day.
Seeing Storm he gave a boyish grin and spoke up, "Storm, Washington DC has gotten much worse, I wish to do all can to save our kind, but surely there are others who can help the rescue efforts?" He knew the answer, though he still wished, mentally begged for another way, he hated seeing death.
It had occurred to him as much. But he understood stress everyone was under and he also knew that they needed him for re-con. It was times like this he missed the old country, they'd learnt their lesson of tyrannical rulers. United States was still too young in that respect. The next bit of news was bad, so backing further away he whispered, "I found Kitty's body. We were wrong, she never made it before the Institute was destroyed." a stray tear slipped down his eye. They weren't blood related, but Kitty Pryde had almost been like a sister to him.
Nodding towards both he asked a daring question, "I know times are tough, but people can we please give her a proper burial. I can be in and out there before anyone notices."
Taking one look he turned away ready to teleport back out. A passing look made him realize though he had loved her like a sister it was a needless risk. They didn't need sentinels breathing down their necks. "I'm sorry... I spoke out of turn."
Regain some semblance of sense Kurt thanked Magneto profusely. Before saying, "I warn you my teleportation can take people, but only so far. Well you know the rules by now. I have to have seen location." No answer he assumed meant it was safe. Still he waited for Storm to respond rather than grab a electrical rod. "As for the plan, we rely on stealth. If you can create a fog over Washington that will make us harder to track. Another warning is carrying three people makes it so we have to stop off somewhere." Waiting for some reaction, he sighed knowing this wasn't going to be easy.
Shaking a little Kurt gulped nervously, "We need fog cover as even if we make it the ruins, there no doubt they patrolling area." Maverick name was very apt in Kurt opinion, but he kept that little factoid to himself.
An idea had occurred to Kurt, he knew none of them would like it, but as far as travel he could try, it would be major strain, but desperate times called for desperate measures, "I've an idea about how we can get there... it's just risky."