There are a few things you need to know about me before we go any farther.
First: My father is a supervillain.
Second: I have the patience of a housefly.
Third: Did I mention the supervillain who sired me is Sabretooth?
So, you can understand ever so slightly why my views on other mutants, particularly those who live in the very jaded house of Charles Xavier, have been semi-negative until this point. My father came and went in my life, and my days were spent with my mother, Catherine, who had fallen for this large, off-putting man who seemed to be more animal than human.
We had a meager, but good life in a small cabin in Canada, surrounded by the trees and wildlife. I spent my childhood hunting and climbing trees. At a young age, my initial mutant abilities kicked in, and hunting became so much easier. My initial abilities were simply tracking and healing… advanced senses and a healing factor to be exact. That said, when my last power finally activated… telepathy, from my mother… it was a different story.
While out hunting, I was captured by Weapon X. Their cloning processes were not going according to plan, so, I was the guinea pig. As soon as reached an adult frame, my bones were laced with adamantium. I was told that my father had been in Weapon X as well, that I should be proud. I was more angry than proud. The facility I was in looked like it had been trashed once before. At the first chance, I struck, and with new 'weapons' that had fused to the claw-like nails on my fingers, I escaped.
I was found, barely clothed, drenched, frozen in the Canadian snow, by a man who my father called 'enemy'. A man known as Wolverine. He took me to Xavier Institute… and my story begins anew.