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Evan "Spyke" Daniels

"Class? Why bother! Let's go skateboarding!"

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a character in “X-Men:Before The Last Stand 2.0”, as played by comicbooklover




Evan Daniels




Spyke, which he insists everyone calls him all the time.

Porcupine, Armadillo- He does not enjoy being called these...

Bone Manipulation- He can manipulate his bones to create a wide range of effects. These effects are: Bone Spikes, Self-Repairing Exoskeleton/Bone Armor, Wallcrawling, Enhanced Strength, Possible Healing Factor

When not using his powers, Spyke looks like a normal guy. He stands at about
6'1", and being interested in basketball, his height came to his advantage. He
has dark skin which, due to his ability to heal, does not have any scars even
though you would think his ability would leave him quite marked up. His hair,
which once was a bright blonde, has been dyed dark brown.

Spyke is pretty muscular although he certainly is no body builder. He would
never take off his shirt because, due to an accidental acceleration of his
mutation, he has armadillo-like bone plates across his chest.

Most Humans would probably freak out if they were to see Spyke in full power.
When his bones project outward, forming his spikes, they usually cover his back,
arms, and occasionally face, but can come out really wherever he wishes them
to. Since he can not control his power, he is one of the Mutants unlucky
enough to look different. He usually has to go to the store at least once a
week to buy new clothes, because when he isn't prepared to spike
yet does, his clothes are often torn.

Spyke is what most would call a class clown. He is very funny and can be
hilarious without effort. He has the spirit of a child and is often called immature,
although he really could not care less. He can be mature if he wishes to, but
the problem is that he really never knows when to say when, often trying to
be funny at the wrong time. Spyke also is blind to other people's emotions at
time and can be selfish without intending to. He often skips classes, and when
in them can't pay attention. He is loathed by his teachers for this and his
classmates can get a bit bitter about his attention span because his slacking
can effect them.

Although it is most unlikely Spyke would choose it, he can be serious if he
forces himself to be, but can't stay serious for long.

  • Joking Around and Not Being Serious
  • Food of (Almost) Any Kind. He Can't
    Tolerate Seafood.
  • Animals- His Favorite are Porcupines Since
    he Can Relate to Them.
  • People. He's a People-Person
  • Skateboarding
  • Storms- Lightning Fascinates Him
  • Drawing. He's Horrible at It, But Enjoys It
    None the Less.

  • Class. Even if he Bothers to Show Up, He
    Has the Inability to Stay Awake.
  • Old People- They Never Get his Jokes!
  • Bugs(!!!!!!)
  • Hotels- Staying in a Public Bedroom
    Isn't Appealing to him.
  • Hot Days
  • Sports Beside Skateboarding
  • Going Swimming- The Pannels
    On his Chest Aren't For Showing

-He's quite flexible due to his ability.
-He is very good at getting people to laugh.
-He can inhale food like a vacume... unless
it's seafood.

-Because his bones can bend to his will, they
often are sore and give him much pain. He
has to drink a lot of milk because of this, but
milk can't completely solve this problem.
-Spyke is allergic to nuts and has severe
allergic reactions if he eats them.
-Seafood makes him sick.

Evan Daniels lived in New York all of this life. He was just like any other kid: he had the hopes and dreams, fears and flaws. He went to Bayville Highschool, a huge school in New York. He joined the basketball team as a freshman, but was never very good at it. He was devoted though and came to every practice and always gave a good effort. One night, the coach put him in, his parents and his Aunt Ororo (Yes, Storm....) watched proudly from the stands. The game was almost over and Evan had the ball to take the winning shot. In nervousness, spike-like bones shot out from all over his body. Everyone feared him and left the court in a panic. Evan was immediately homeschooled, but his Aunt Ororo knew her nephew was a Mutant. She, Cyclops, and Jean Gray approached him, asking him to come to Charles Xavier's School for the Gifted. He hastily refused, saying he didn't want to join any freak show. His Aunt agreed to this, but would drop subtle hints at times when he was being teased and bullied or watching scared people avoid him. He earned the name "Porcupine". Skateboarding, which he was extremely good at, became his best hobby.

One night he was snacking on some walnuts when he suddenly felt horribly sick and began to change. He found he had an allergy to nuts that furthered his Mutation giving him hard flesh plates across his upper torso (stomach and chest). What was left of the few human friends he had said it was okay, but Evan quickly noted that the only way that he was ever going to live a life without worrying about fitting in would be if he went to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. The day after deciding, his Aunt took him with her to Washington D.C. and he joined the school. Wanting no special treatment for being the nephew of an X-Man, he decided to go by his nickname Spyke so he could make his own identity for himself.


So begins...

Evan "Spyke" Daniels's Story


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Xavier's place was pretty darn big.

Excusing the lack of much intellect in Evan's thoughts, the boy was correct, as he had already gotten lost a number of times. Evan, or Spyke, as he preferred, could be counted as a new student. Or maybe he couldn't. Having an relative that taught at the school was definitely a popularity booster, especially if she was the kind of teacher who went off saving the world with the X-Men on her Saturday afternoons. It was in this way he wished he was just a new student, as attention always made him weird.

Not that he wasn't weird already. He was a mutant. Weird was his middle name. Not really- he, actually, didn't have a middle name. But, that wasn't the point. Being the nephew of an X-Men was cool until he found out that was how he had been genetically passed his curse.

But, without being mutated, how else would he be standing, lost once more, in the halls of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters? That, he didn't know. So, Evan Rogers, the newbie that had managed to get separated from his aunt after he remembered her specifically saying "Don't wander off!", had a new perspective on being a lost mutant- a perspective that really made no sense. It was a loose-loose.

In fact, what made the situation worse, was that Spyke wasn't sure who to ask for help. As he knew none of the other students, asking to wrong person could be fatal- their mood combined with power might leave him as hedgehog-goulash. Not nice, his inner conscience scolded him at the sound of the former bullying word. Spyke's bone manipulation power had been a hit with the kids at his old school, as he had no control over it. Often, when his nerves were acting up, he'd find himself projecting spikes, much like some kind of porcupine indeed. Although he saw the similarities, that didn't mean he had to like the reference.

Wandering aimlessly through the hallway, not sure exactly where he was going, he almost didn't catch the loud echos of mutant voices- all of them eagerly chatting about registration. He had already registered... well, no, his aunt had really registered him but the difference didn't matter.

Following the sound of teenagers, he found himself right back where he had started when entering an hour or so ago. It was the foyer of the academy. Now in a familiar place, he may be able to find his way to... anywhere else. In fact, he really didn't have a preference. The foyer was full of new, happy students and if he ever stood a chance of his aunt finding him, it wouldn't happen here.

Spyke made for the door, casually yet awkwardly nodding to people as he went. He even gave a thumbs up to a group of nice looking mutant girls, but meanwhile slammed into some guy holding a rucksack and suitcase. "Sorry, man!"Evan yelped as he nearly tripped out the door and down the steps, just barely catching himself through a sharp piece of bone that broke through his skin (and shoe) and grounded him into the floor of the building. He tried to turn his grimace into a friendly smile and blinked away the pain. Smooth, Evan, he thought to himself. Very smooth.

"I suppose your new here too?" he guessed, as the kid had been standing in the doorway, looking slightly quizzical (100 points for Evan and his very slowly growing vocabulary!) before being body-slammed by the clumsy armadillo. Once again, smooth.

(I attempted to write this in my character's personality, so excuse me if it doesn't sound too great. In hind-sight, it wasn't as big of a failure as I assumed it might be from the get go.)