The RP is set in a slightly more futuristic alternate marvel universe where all the original mutants have long been forced to take the cure or killed off. Mutants are remembered as menaces not as heroes. Every comic book and movie produced shows them as evil, ugly villains. Nasty rumors are spread about them. The deeds of the x-men and others who fought for unity and peace are all but forgotten, but the deeds of the brotherhood are remembered and even exaggerated. Young children are taught chilling tales of the "creatures" that one plagued the earth.

New mutations no longer occur but two or three generations after the demise of the old mutants, their recessive genes are starting to resurface. New York City and the surrounding was once the home of many mutant groups: the x-men, the brotherhood, the morlocks, etc. so there is where many of the old genes are resurfacing. You've drawn the short end of the stick. You are a mutant. The very thing you, and the rest of the world, have been taught to fear and hate. Worst still the 'powers that be' have know for quite some time that one day the mutant genes would resurface and they've prepared themselves. It wont be long until they come for you.

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Purification Day had once been James Xavier's favorite day of the year. It was the day that the whole world celebrated the cleansing of the global gene pool: the annihilation of the monsters that had bred in their midst and almost brought about the end of the world. It was the day that no child had school or a curfew. It was the day that enemies put aside their differences and had a beer together after realizing since they were both human they weren't so different. It was a day of unification and unrestrained celebration the world over. Crowds would take to the streets throwing impromptu parades and burning ugly disfigured dolls and mannequins.

It was his happiest day of the year... Or at least it had once been.

Now the day was one of shame and confusion for James. Ever since his powers surfaced he realized he was a monster, no different than the ones who had killed millions. He dreaded Purification Day. Every year, for weeks before and after that damned day, he had to sit through long lectures at school where teachers reminded all of the students just how evil, depraved and unfit to exist mutants were. He had to hear again and again how things like him, rumored to be the product of devil-worship or incest (depending on who you asked), ripped the defenseless and the innocent to peaces for decades.

James didn't know if he personally was evil or not. He did know he had never harmed another person, or much wanted to, in his whole life. Still maybe the darkness was in him, hiding just below the surface, as his powers had been. It seemed the more time passed the more powerful and uncontrollable his abilities became. Maybe the evil in him would be similar.

It hadn't been long since James was sitting in a desk listening to teachers talk about mutants. Now he was a young adult, standing in front of the class, preparing to give the mandatory lecture that had haunted him for years.

"Purification Day," he said, starting it.

He was painfully aware that it was already on the students' minds. Their thoughts were loud and clear to him although he did everything he could -- short of wincing, gripping his head, and falling to his knees -- to block them out. Teenagers always tended to daydream about what they'd do on Friday but never so much as the days before that damned holiday.

"On Friday it will be exactly eighty-five years since the last of the mutants were hunted down and killed," he said. He paused for a moment and gestured for silence when they broke into a happy chatter. Once the volume was low enough to shout over he continued: "Save the celebration for the weekend. We have learning to do. Today we'll go over the emergence of the mutants, the two popular theories of their origin, then man kinds attempt to make peace with them. Tomorrow we'll start with the rise to power of their master -- Magnito -- and the slaughters he led."

It almost crushed him to perpetuate what he had been taught, but it was his job and he knew nothing else to tell them on the topic. When he was asked if mutants even had souls he replied with the answer that was given to him: "No". And that was hardly the most hurtful thing that was going through their minds as he spoke.

The ringing of the bell couldn't have come early enough. He released a deep sigh of relief as the students stormed out of the classroom as if it was on fire. Finally his long day was over; he considered faking a sickness the next and staying home as he gathered his papers together into his briefcase. When he turned to leave he noticed one student had stayed behind.

It was Isabelle Lenten a new student who had just come to the school a week ago. She sat there staring down at her desk twiddling her thumbs. She had always seemed shy which was odd since she was pretty attractive for a girl her age. Her skin and her features were almost flawless. All the boys tried to talk to her, but she seemed to turn them down quickly. Besides that, James had always thought there was something different about the girl and until now he hadn't been able to put his finger on it. Now that he was alone with her in his classroom it was apparent: the only thoughts he could hear in his head were his own.

"Mr. Xavier?" Isabelle said as she got out of her desk and took a few steps towards him. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto his for the first time.

"Um, Yes?" He said as he studied her curiously. He spent most of his time trying not to hear other people's thoughts but now the fact that he couldn't hear hers was slightly unnerving.

"Sorry to bother you after class and everything but...,"

"It's no trouble," he slipped in while she hesitated.

"I think you forgot to mention something in your lecture," she stopped just in front him. She was so close that he instinctively tried to take a step back and bumped into his desk.

He hadn't meant to gloss over anything but in all honesty he wouldn't be surprised to hear he had. "What would that be?" he asked.

"The fact that you're a mutant."

Just as she said those words her eyes changed from blue to bright red. She grabbed the front of his suit and thew him over his desk. He crashed into the blackboard behind it and then fell to the floor in a heap.

Strength like that, the glowing red eyes, it was clear she wasn't human or mutant. She was a Sentinel, even though she looked nothing like the machines he had heard stories about or seen in museums. James pulled himself up into a crouch and peeked over his desk at her. He watched as she hiked up her skirt and pulled a gun from a hostler that was strapped to her upper thigh.

Overcome with panic he let go of his powers giving up his constant effort to control them. It was the first time he could remember doing so. He heard the thoughts of everyone in the hallway beyond. He heard his own panic and fears echoing in their minds. Everyone in the building was suddenly thinking with one mind, noone able to hide any thought or any secret from the others. Immediately they all knew that James Xavier was a mutant and that Isabelle was armed, and out to kill him.

The Sentinel started firing her gun. James ducked behind his desk as bullets ripped through it and splinters rained down around him. The ammo she was using was high caliber enough to dig an inch or two deep into the cinderblock wall behind the blackboard. A crowd of students and faculty, in awe and disbelief gathered at the door to confirm with their eyes what James's mind had let slip. They were as terrified as James was but none of them were afraid of the gun slinging tween. They were all afraid of him.

Someone in the vicinity must have known that there was a gas pipe in the wall to the left (just behind the poster of the periodic table) because James suddenly knew it. He darted out from behind his desk and ran towards it, bullets following. One bullet finally found it's mark, ripping through his shoulder. Another burrowed into the wall, and hit the gas pipe causing a leak and a spark all at once.

A jet of fire sprayed from the wall, disorienting the Sentinel. Apparently she had been using heat sensors. James projected threatening thoughts of himself using powers that he didn't have into the minds of the onlookers to make them clear a path as he ran out of the room. If they didn't fear him so much they would have stopped him, and killed him themselves. He saw as much in their minds.

He clutched his wounded shoulder as he ran for the quickest exit, keeping his mind's eye on the armed security guards that were converging on him and the Sentinel who had seemed to switch back to optical sensors.

• No Godmodding.
• No ridiculous powers. You don't need to be able to pwn everyone else, we're all just having fun here.
• Original characters only but you are encouraged to have your character be descended from a cannon mutant and have similar powers (maybe lessened if the cannon was a high class mutant).
• Be a good writer (or at least try your best).
• No one liners. Always try to contribute something good to the story. Go for detailed long posts when you can, but short posts are fine when you're in the middle of interacting with other characters. Always try for at least 2 solid paragraphs.
• All Characters should be from ages 12-26

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