The story of the amazing Nightcrawler is not one to be taken lightly.
It is not for the faint of heart, and it is by far not a happy story. You
have been given your precautions. Read at your own risk.
The German newborn called Kurt was born of his mother, Raven Darkholme. They would have been like every other normal German family in their small town, except for one thing. Raven was a mutant. And she gave her x-factor gene to baby Kurt, too. When he was born, he was feared and hated. The people of the village called him a demon and called Raven a witch. After all, Kurt was born with blue fur all over his tiny body, elf- like ears, yellow eyes, fangs, three-fingered hands, two-toed feet, and a long, pointed tail protruding from his backside. Raven and her son fled the village, an angry mob right on their heels. Raven was trapped as she came to a cliff with a great waterfall. In fear for her own life rather than Kurt's, she promised the people that she would get rid of the child by throwing him into the depths of the falls. The townspeople accepted her deal, and took Raven back in whole-heartedly when she disposed of her own offspring.
How the infant survived the fall was never to be known, even to this very day. But, under miraculous instances, Kurt was found by a family from Belgium. This family held no injustices, and immediately took the small demon in as one of their own. Thus, changing his last name to Wagner. The Wagner family was part of a traveling circus that had it's main headquarters in the Bavarian Alps. Since this family was in the Big-Top, Kurt's appearance was looked over. (there were freak shows in this circus) He grew up a peaceful existence in the rolling green hills and snow-capped mountains of the beautiful Alps. As soon as Kurt was old enough to perform in the family business, he immediately took up acrobatics. Somehow, because of his mutant gene, he was far more agile than any normal human being, circus performer or not. By the time Kurt reached adolescence, he was considered by all observers as the star of the traveling circus. He was adored by many inside of the large tent, but outside was very much a different matter. In the outside world, Kurt was maimed and called a freak by some, and feared by others. He would never get over this, and much of his childhood memories were scarred by insults of the commonpeople.
Not much later after Kurt's rise to circus stardom, a Texas millionaire caught sight of the Amazing Nightcrawler (that was Kurt's performing name) and instantly recognized real talent. He bought out the small Bavarian traveling circus, and featured Nightcrawler in both the acrobatics stunts and the freak shows. Kurt, who couldn't take anymore of this treatment, escaped the selfish millionaire's clutches and ran off in search for a better life. He was only fourteen years old. Kurt spent a few years on the run, and wore a hood over his head in order not to be recognized. One night, as he was sleeping in "his" alleyway, he imagined a place that was wonderful. A place where everyone loved him; he had no worries, no doubts. A place he could call home. In fact, he imagined his family's own small cottage and smiled. Suddenly, in a puff of smoke and small yellow flashes, Kurt found himself in a deep darkness, the darkness of an alternate dimension. One he did not want to stay in for much longer. And then, just as suddenly, he found himself high over the Alps, freefalling towards the sharp mountain peaks. He let out a scream and clenched his eyes shut. He wanted to be on the ground. In that same puff of smoke, he found himself a few feet above the long, green grass of the Bavarian foothills where he used to play as a child. He landed with a soft thud, amazed that he had lived, amazed that he had traveled here in some sort of weird phenomenon, amazed that he had actually made it back home. He breathed in the fresh mountain air, which he had missed intensely compared to the polluted air waves in the numerous cities he had traveled to. Then he lay down and fell asleep.
When Kurt awoke, he was confused. He forgot where he was for a moment and remembered what had happened just last night. For a while, he thought it was just some sort of a chance. Then, he looked back to that conversation he had with his parents... "You're a mutant, Kurt. We found you at the foot of a waterfall. You have been given some amazing powers, we are sure, but you do not yet possess the control to assess these powers just yet. When the time is right, you will learn what great gifts have been given to you." Kurt digested these words for a while, and then came to the assumption that he was a teleporter. He figured that he would port through the dark dimension every time he thought of a place he wanted to go. He imagined the alley where he used to sleep. In a small BAMF! he was transported back to his drippy, run down bed where he lay for a while, thinking. "If I have this great power to teleport, I wonder where I can teleport to." Kurt thought.
The German newborn called Kurt was born of his mother, Raven Darkholme. They would have been like every other normal German family in their small town, except for one thing. Raven was a mutant. And she gave her x-factor gene to baby Kurt, too. When he was born, he was feared and hated. The people of the village called him a demon and called Raven a witch. After all, Kurt was born with blue fur all over his tiny body, elf- like ears, yellow eyes, fangs, three-fingered hands, two-toed feet, and a long, pointed tail protruding from his backside. Raven and her son fled the village, an angry mob right on their heels. Raven was trapped as she came to a cliff with a great waterfall. In fear for her own life rather than Kurt's, she promised the people that she would get rid of the child by throwing him into the depths of the falls. The townspeople accepted her deal, and took Raven back in whole-heartedly when she disposed of her own offspring.
How the infant survived the fall was never to be known, even to this very day. But, under miraculous instances, Kurt was found by a family from Belgium. This family held no injustices, and immediately took the small demon in as one of their own. Thus, changing his last name to Wagner. The Wagner family was part of a traveling circus that had it's main headquarters in the Bavarian Alps. Since this family was in the Big-Top, Kurt's appearance was looked over. (there were freak shows in this circus) He grew up a peaceful existence in the rolling green hills and snow-capped mountains of the beautiful Alps. As soon as Kurt was old enough to perform in the family business, he immediately took up acrobatics. Somehow, because of his mutant gene, he was far more agile than any normal human being, circus performer or not. By the time Kurt reached adolescence, he was considered by all observers as the star of the traveling circus. He was adored by many inside of the large tent, but outside was very much a different matter. In the outside world, Kurt was maimed and called a freak by some, and feared by others. He would never get over this, and much of his childhood memories were scarred by insults of the commonpeople.
Not much later after Kurt's rise to circus stardom, a Texas millionaire caught sight of the Amazing Nightcrawler (that was Kurt's performing name) and instantly recognized real talent. He bought out the small Bavarian traveling circus, and featured Nightcrawler in both the acrobatics stunts and the freak shows. Kurt, who couldn't take anymore of this treatment, escaped the selfish millionaire's clutches and ran off in search for a better life. He was only fourteen years old. Kurt spent a few years on the run, and wore a hood over his head in order not to be recognized. One night, as he was sleeping in "his" alleyway, he imagined a place that was wonderful. A place where everyone loved him; he had no worries, no doubts. A place he could call home. In fact, he imagined his family's own small cottage and smiled. Suddenly, in a puff of smoke and small yellow flashes, Kurt found himself in a deep darkness, the darkness of an alternate dimension. One he did not want to stay in for much longer. And then, just as suddenly, he found himself high over the Alps, freefalling towards the sharp mountain peaks. He let out a scream and clenched his eyes shut. He wanted to be on the ground. In that same puff of smoke, he found himself a few feet above the long, green grass of the Bavarian foothills where he used to play as a child. He landed with a soft thud, amazed that he had lived, amazed that he had traveled here in some sort of weird phenomenon, amazed that he had actually made it back home. He breathed in the fresh mountain air, which he had missed intensely compared to the polluted air waves in the numerous cities he had traveled to. Then he lay down and fell asleep.
When Kurt awoke, he was confused. He forgot where he was for a moment and remembered what had happened just last night. For a while, he thought it was just some sort of a chance. Then, he looked back to that conversation he had with his parents... "You're a mutant, Kurt. We found you at the foot of a waterfall. You have been given some amazing powers, we are sure, but you do not yet possess the control to assess these powers just yet. When the time is right, you will learn what great gifts have been given to you." Kurt digested these words for a while, and then came to the assumption that he was a teleporter. He figured that he would port through the dark dimension every time he thought of a place he wanted to go. He imagined the alley where he used to sleep. In a small BAMF! he was transported back to his drippy, run down bed where he lay for a while, thinking. "If I have this great power to teleport, I wonder where I can teleport to." Kurt thought.