Because the admins are being a pain (Why they don't allow OC Sign Ups is anyone's guess.) Anyway, OC sign ups are now finished, leaving us the following roster.

(List is subject to change as needed)

X-Men

James "G-Force" Jennings (No Duh)

Cassidy "Vision" Hyde

Kali "Fay" Mehta

Lizzie "Sifter" Senning

Oscar "Wisp" Dicarlo

Tamara Joann "Panthor" Richards

Acolytes

Juliet Faith "Vixen" Hayden

Dan "Were Wolf" Bennington

Cyrus "Savage" Blake (I think I'll have lots of fun with him)

Brotherhood

Envee "Zephyr" Waterman (The only one who wanted to be solely with the Brotherhood. All the Acolyte/Brotherhood choice was better suited, in my opinion, for the Acolytes.)

For everyone who added a character I'd like to thank you for the time you took to create them. Thank you.


There ain't no getting' offa this train!

-Barret, Final Fantasy VII


James sighed as he wandered the streets, his ratty sweater clinging to it's frame, holes along the cloth as his long messy brown hair hung unbound around his face.. He shook his head as a man ran past him. How had things go so wrong? He was just an average kid, a bit shy, but rather average. And all of a sudden five months ago his world was demolished. All because he had a little gene that gave him powers beyond normal man.

He was a mutant.

'And also homeless,' he thought to himself as he shook his head again.

He stopped and looked up as police sirens blared. A car sped down the road at high speeds, a police cruiser in pursuit it neared he saw a girl of about ten run from the sidewalk onto the road, her mother giving chase and picking her up before turning to see a red car barrelling down on her.

James forgot his own problems as he shot his hand out, flexing his powers. The scar on his chest was a constant reminder of what people would do for no reason other than he was a mutant. But still he felt the need to save the mother and her daughter. He focused as he made gravity bend effortlessly causing the car to rise from the ground. People looked on in shock as he tried to lift the vehicle over the pair without raising it to high. Once it had past them he tried to gently ease the car to the ground.

The result was anything but gentle as the car slammed into the pavement, all four hub caps rolling away from the car as it swerved into a light post. The cruiser slowed down and turned past the mother and daughter as they finally retreated back to the sidewalk.

As the police approached the now unmoving car James turned into an alleyway and ran, flexing his powers again to reduce his weight allowing him to jump the fence in the alley with a single jump. Once down he took off running, heading for the abandoned building he called home.


"There we are, just another pair of connections..."

Professor Charles Xavier watched on as Hank McCoy, AKA The Beast, finished repairs to the Mutant Seeking Computer Cerebro. It had been damaged because of Bobby 'Iceman' Drake and Ray 'Berserker' Crisp. He was still not clear on what it was over, but as a joke Bobby had slid an ice cube down the back of Ray's uniform. Ray, rightfully shocked, had at some point placed his hands on the door leading to Cerebro, what they were doing there was also unclear.

What was clear was the massive amount of voltage sent through the door and into Cerebro, frying most of the circuits and melting wires and connectors alike. In Bobby's words, it was 'Deep Fried and Extra Crispy'. The only good thing about this whole affair was Xavier himself was not in the room during this; otherwise Cerebro would not be the only thing 'Deep Fried and Extra Crispy'.

Not good enough for Logan who sentenced Bobby to two months of extra Danger Room time and Ray to three months of the Danger Room as well as being Bobby's co-pilot in his simulations. Ray was also forced to clean up any... undo messes.

"There, it's done." Hank said as he took a step back.

"Thank you Hank. We'll, lets see if it works." The Professor wheeled himself over and hit a short button sequence. The screen came alive running a short diagnostic. Xavier smiled as no errors were reported. Then the screen switched to a view of Canada before focusing on the province of Nova Scotia.

Mutant Signature Detected-

"Well that was rather quick, wasn't it?" Beast quipped as they stared at the screen.

Name: James Howard Jennings. Age: 15.-

A 3D images of a long brown haired young man appeared, the image focusing on his face.

Vicinity: Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. Power: Gravitational Manipulation. Scans indicate subject manifested five months, seven days ago. -

Xavier nodded as he mental reached out to a few people within the household. Once he had found them he used his own power, telepathy, to reach out to them.

/Ororo, Jean, please head to the Blackbird, Cerebro is online and has already detected a new mutant. I would like you two to go out to Halifax and try and recruit him if you can. I'll have the information sent to the Blackbird immediately./

/Of course Charles./

/All right Professor./


James sighed as he opened the door to his 'house' as it were. The old hotel building was an old abandoned and condemned building that had been closed up and forgotten about during the late sixties. The floorboards were rotted in more than one place, many rooms were now adjoined from the walls that parted them crumbling away, window's were replaced by plywood, some of which were cracked or missing a piece. Junk and debris were littered across the building, holes on the outside walls and the roof honestly looked like Swiss cheese.

Despite this it had a few ups, someone clearly forgot to turn the power off to the old building the old, but still working, heater James found in an old dumpster provided heat on cold nights, he had found an old stained couch in one of the upper floors, an old bed with a mattress so hard he swore the springs were replaced with small pillars, two folding chairs, a coffee table with two legs replaced with 2x4s, a lava lamp with a permanent glob at the bottom, old magazines of almost all kinds, a radio that let him listen to news or his favourite classic rock station, a chair cushion that he used as a pillow, and most importantly in his mind, the old but thick and warm blanket he had found in the closet. That kept him warm many a night in the old junk heap of a hotel.

His 'den' was on the second floor in two of the more intact rooms. The wall separating the two rooms had collapsed providing him with enough space for his salvaged belongings. The room also had a working toilet, which was another, plus, a glass window that was cracked down the middle, and one working light bulb that hung from the ceiling that he hoped daily wouldn't burn out on him.

His den was his third home. His father had kicked him out of his first, and the so-called 'Friends of Humanity' or FOH had removed him from his second, an old abandoned factory. A small group had followed him after he had used his powers, at the time to save a child who fell from a tall building. One of them pulled a knife and took a swing at him, giving him a long scar on his chest. Rightfully frightened his powers reacted sending them into a wall. The man with the knife had impacted so hard with head was busted open.

He had never wanted to hurt anyone if he could avoid it. He merely hoped he didn't kill the man as he gathers what little he owned and fled. He had not heard of or from that group since then. Unfortunately the same could not be said of the FOH. He had seen several members walk around with bats or knives, even a gun once or twice, stalking anyone that could possibly be a mutant or 'mutie lover.' It was only through luck he hadn't run into them again.

He as he set his new things on the table, a box of crackers and a can of soda he had bought with money he had gotten through panhandling and bottle returning. With some luck the crackers would last the next couple of days, he didn't want to hang around restaurants in case they dropped something edible into the dumpsters.

After pulling a pair of crackers out he turned his radio on to 94.1: Halifax Classic Rock and sat down on his couch as he thought of his last public display. He could only hope that no one had followed him this time around.