Hey everyone, here's the second chapter. It takes place exactly three
months after the first chapter. And it has occurred to me that I never
really gave a character bio so here goes:
Name: Viktor Dusker (isnt real name. i'll explain later)
Codename: Blaze
Nickname: Blade
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Doesnt know
Nationality: doesnt know
Race: Caucasion
Power: He can create fire and melt things with his hands. Very different from Amara's powers though cause while she can do stuff like melt rocks and jump in magma and stuff he would blow the rocks apart and burn to death if he tried that.
Specifics of Power: When he uses his powers his iris' turn red and his hands become engulfed in flames. He can create either balls of fire or streams of fire. And his powers are also triggered by extreme anger. When they emerge because of the anger they are 5x stronger and he cant control them. Eventually he will pass out and regain control.
Strength:He is and excellent street and knife fighter. He is also a bit of a daredevil especially with his (stolen)motocycle, which can come in handy.
Weakness: He cant swim, and at times he cant control his powers. Also sometimes his nausua problems disrupt his concentration.
Health Problems (if any): Suffers from cronic nasua but doesn't let it show well at least he tries not to
Mental Problems (if any): if this counts he has a VERY BAD TEMPER!
Biography: He was found outside an orphanage when he was a couple days old and since he had no name he was given the name Viktor Dusker. At the orphanage he met Lance Alvers and they became very good friends. When he was 10 he ran away from the orphanage and eventually ended up in NYC. Viktor started a gang with some friends he met there. The gang was called the Bladerunners and soon became a feared gang. They delt drugs, stole like there was no tomarrow and were involved in many gang wars. But the one thing about them is that they never hurt innocent people. His best friend Mark got tired of following orders from Viktor and broke away and started his own gang. They are frequently trying to kill members of the Bladerunners.
Relatives:none
Team (X-Men, Brotherhood, Acolytes, or neither): He lives at the X-Men's mansion but only because he is trying to control his powers better. Otherwise he would be with the Brotherhood.
Rivals:Scott, Jean, Pyro (humerous rivalry not hating each other.)
Friends: Lance, Toad, Fred, Rogue, Wanda, Tabby, Pietro, Remy and at times Kurt and Kitty
Mental attachment to an item (i.e. Gambit and his cards): He is very attached to the two daggers that he uses for fighting and always carries them around.
Appearance: He is about Lance's height and weight. His hair looks like he dyed it red but it is actually part of his mutation. And it is styled in messy spikes. His eyes are normally green and he has many scars on his stomach, chest, arms, and legs from gang fights. He also has and X shaped scar on each of his palms to show that he is the leader of the Bladerunners.
Clothes: He only has one set of clothes because he wont let Xavier buy anything from him. He wears black, baggy, worn, and ripped pants and a red T-Shirt. He also has a raggy black trench coat.
Battle Costume: same as regular
Eyes: Green normally, red when using powers.
Sexual Preference: Straight
Love interest (if any):Tabby
Personality: He keeps to himself unless he is around his good friends. He isnt very trusting and doesnt like to be bothered.
Good at: Fighting
Bad at: Swimming, working computers, and working cell phones.
Any kind of addiction to drugs: (Y/N) (name of drug(s))Cigarettes
Any kind of talent of ability that does not involve his or her power: He is an amazing street fighter and fighter with his dagger and he is a pretty good thief, not as good as Gambit but pretty good.
Grades in school or Career: They stink because he hardly ever goes. Also he has a lot of trouble understanding stuff because he only went to school until he was ten.
Fears: Drowning, cats and death of friends
How did their powers manifest: One of his friends was shot by a member of Mark's gang during a fight and he got really angry and his powers manifested but he couldn't control them and burned down the whole block before passing out.
Currently living: Xavier Mansion but he doesnt fight for them unless he feals like it. He fights his own side gang battles.
Where do they stand on the subject of living together with humans: He doesnt really care what humans do.
Ok now that that's done with here's the second chapter. Enjoy.
Proffesor Xavier had called all the students to the foyer. "Ahh, good your all here, our new student is coming today and I wish for you all to be here to welcome him."
"Don't you always?" Rogue muttered.
"What was that Rogue?"
"Nothing Professor."
"Well anyway as I said our new student is coming and I wish for all of you to be welcoming and tolerant," a loud noise that was followed by an even louder curse was heard outside, "that must be him now." The door opened and Blade, wearing wornout, ripped, baggy, black pants with a red t-shirt, stepped in. He was limping slightly and had a couple cuts on his face.
"Uhh that statue outside, how much did it cost?" he asked.
"A lot," Logan said gruffly. He walked over to the kid and looked out the window noticing a wreck motocyle implanted into the statue in the driveway. "That bike yours?"
"The brakes really aren't made to stop at high speeds," said Blade. Logan looked like he was going to slice him into itty bitty pieces and feed them to Sabretooth. Thankfully the Proffesor said something before he did.
"Would one of you care to show Viktor to his room?" The Proffesor looked around but upon seeing no volunteers he said, "Scott, why don't you show our new student to his room."
"Yes Professor, of course I will!" said Scott in his excited, obedient, I- love-the-Proffesor voice. He then proceded to walk up the stairs with Blade following close behind. "This is your room," he said opening up the door to reveal an incredibly nice room.
"Awesome, this is were I'm sleeping?"
"Yup, dinner's in about five minutes, don't be late, ohh and," he said looking at Blade's clothes, "might want to change first." Scott then walked out of the room leaving him to unpack.
"Damn people callin' me Viktor," he muttered as he opened his knapsack. Inside was a couple packs of cigarettes, a lighter, some beer, a raggy old black trenchcoat, and last but not least his prized possessions, two daggers attached to a belt. He quickly put them on and threw a pack of cigarettes and the lighter into his pants pocket. Then he searched the room for a loose floorboard and when he found one he stashed the remaining packs of cigarettes and the beer in it.
He walked out of the room but not it the direction of the stairs, instead he went to explore the other rooms. He finally found one that wasn't locked and went inside. "Must be that Scott kid's room." Searching through the draws he found a giant wad of money in one. He quickly pocketed it and walked out. This time he walked down the stairs and went to the dining room.
"Hello Viktor, I trust that you found your room to be satisfying," said the Proffersor.
"Yeah, it's pretty nice."
"Well why don't you tell us about yourself while we eat," the Proffesor said as Viktor sat down.
"Well first of all the name is Blade not Viktor and my freakshow power is creating fire and melting things with my hand," said Blade, "Who are you people?" Everyone introduced themselves and gave a brief description of their powers except Rogue, Blade noticed this and asked, "So goth, what's your power?"
"The names Rogue and you can figure my power out on your own," Rogue then got up and walked out of the room. Blade didn't seem to care and preceded to load up his plate with food.
Dinner ended quickly and since there was school the next day everyone went to bed. Blade walked out onto the balcony in his room and lit himself a cigarette, he saw a car pull into the driveway and three people get out. Looking down he saw that the ground was too far down for him to jump so instead he jumped onto the tree in front of his window and then jumped to the ground. Blade walked over to them. The three saw him and said hi. "You mus be da new kid," said one, "Da names Remy, Remy LeBeau, dis here is Tabby and da one ova dere burnin da bushes is St. John." (a/n: Pyro's name is actually pronounced Sinjin)
"I'm Blade, you guys live here too?"
"Yeah but we were out partying and this new club," said Tabby, "Maybe you could come with us some time."
"I highly doubt it, cramped spaces with lots of people ain't my thing."
"Ohh, too bad, hey is that your motocyle?!" she asked noticing the ruined statue.
"Well what's left of it is, how I survived that crash is a mystery to me," said Blade.
"Mon amis, we be missin our cerfew an da Prof. ain't gunna be too 'appy 'bout dat." All four of them quickly went inside and snuck into their bedrooms. When Blade layed down onto his bed he couldn't fall asleep so he got up and jumped out the window again.
He went down to the statue and spent the next hour dislodging his bike it. The bike actually wasn't as damaged as it looked. Blade wheeled it into the garage and tried to lift the bike into the back of Scott's car. Finally he gave up and hotwired Scott's car and drove into town.
After looking around for a while he finally found one. A perfect motocyle with flames on the side. "Jackpot!" Blade exclaimed. He parked Scott's car and walked over to the bike. Just then the owner of the bike walked over.
"What the hell you lookin' at kid!?"
"Your hideously ugly face, what else?" The other people that had gathered around started laughing making the guys face go bright red.
"Your gunna pay for that one you little punk!" He advanced on Blade with his hands balled into fists.
"Hold up a sec pudgy, before you attempt to knock my lights out I'll make you a deal."
"What kinda deal?" the man asked looking interested.
"Well if I win I get your bike, but if I lose then you get this car," he said pointing to Scott's covertable.
"Alright, deal," said the man and then he lunged at Blade. Blade quickly stepped to the side and hit him in the back of the head as he passed. Then he swiftly grabbed the guy by the shoulder and cracked him in the jaw. The biker fell to the ground unconscious. Just then the guys friends attacked. Blade couldn't fight them all, I mean there had to be at least 10. So he took on as many as he could but was still getting the crap kicked out of him. Just then there was an explosion and Blade saw Tabby standing over some unconscious bikers.
"Hey Slim you look like you could use some help," she said. Blade glared at her for stepping in but realized that she was right. He got up and took the key to the motocyle from the biker, whose name he had figured out was Jim.
"Thanks," he said as he hopped on the bike. Blade started up the bike and sped back to the institute.
"Don't mention it," Tabby said in a bewildered voice. "Hey is that Scott's car!?" She hopped in and turned the keys that were still in the ignition and let out a giant hell before speeding off.
Well I hope that you liked the chapter sorry it took so long to post. Well please review, and if you flame me I'll pretend for a whole two seconds that I give a damn.
Codename: Blaze
Nickname: Blade
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Doesnt know
Nationality: doesnt know
Race: Caucasion
Power: He can create fire and melt things with his hands. Very different from Amara's powers though cause while she can do stuff like melt rocks and jump in magma and stuff he would blow the rocks apart and burn to death if he tried that.
Specifics of Power: When he uses his powers his iris' turn red and his hands become engulfed in flames. He can create either balls of fire or streams of fire. And his powers are also triggered by extreme anger. When they emerge because of the anger they are 5x stronger and he cant control them. Eventually he will pass out and regain control.
Strength:He is and excellent street and knife fighter. He is also a bit of a daredevil especially with his (stolen)motocycle, which can come in handy.
Weakness: He cant swim, and at times he cant control his powers. Also sometimes his nausua problems disrupt his concentration.
Health Problems (if any): Suffers from cronic nasua but doesn't let it show well at least he tries not to
Mental Problems (if any): if this counts he has a VERY BAD TEMPER!
Biography: He was found outside an orphanage when he was a couple days old and since he had no name he was given the name Viktor Dusker. At the orphanage he met Lance Alvers and they became very good friends. When he was 10 he ran away from the orphanage and eventually ended up in NYC. Viktor started a gang with some friends he met there. The gang was called the Bladerunners and soon became a feared gang. They delt drugs, stole like there was no tomarrow and were involved in many gang wars. But the one thing about them is that they never hurt innocent people. His best friend Mark got tired of following orders from Viktor and broke away and started his own gang. They are frequently trying to kill members of the Bladerunners.
Relatives:none
Team (X-Men, Brotherhood, Acolytes, or neither): He lives at the X-Men's mansion but only because he is trying to control his powers better. Otherwise he would be with the Brotherhood.
Rivals:Scott, Jean, Pyro (humerous rivalry not hating each other.)
Friends: Lance, Toad, Fred, Rogue, Wanda, Tabby, Pietro, Remy and at times Kurt and Kitty
Mental attachment to an item (i.e. Gambit and his cards): He is very attached to the two daggers that he uses for fighting and always carries them around.
Appearance: He is about Lance's height and weight. His hair looks like he dyed it red but it is actually part of his mutation. And it is styled in messy spikes. His eyes are normally green and he has many scars on his stomach, chest, arms, and legs from gang fights. He also has and X shaped scar on each of his palms to show that he is the leader of the Bladerunners.
Clothes: He only has one set of clothes because he wont let Xavier buy anything from him. He wears black, baggy, worn, and ripped pants and a red T-Shirt. He also has a raggy black trench coat.
Battle Costume: same as regular
Eyes: Green normally, red when using powers.
Sexual Preference: Straight
Love interest (if any):Tabby
Personality: He keeps to himself unless he is around his good friends. He isnt very trusting and doesnt like to be bothered.
Good at: Fighting
Bad at: Swimming, working computers, and working cell phones.
Any kind of addiction to drugs: (Y/N) (name of drug(s))Cigarettes
Any kind of talent of ability that does not involve his or her power: He is an amazing street fighter and fighter with his dagger and he is a pretty good thief, not as good as Gambit but pretty good.
Grades in school or Career: They stink because he hardly ever goes. Also he has a lot of trouble understanding stuff because he only went to school until he was ten.
Fears: Drowning, cats and death of friends
How did their powers manifest: One of his friends was shot by a member of Mark's gang during a fight and he got really angry and his powers manifested but he couldn't control them and burned down the whole block before passing out.
Currently living: Xavier Mansion but he doesnt fight for them unless he feals like it. He fights his own side gang battles.
Where do they stand on the subject of living together with humans: He doesnt really care what humans do.
Ok now that that's done with here's the second chapter. Enjoy.
Proffesor Xavier had called all the students to the foyer. "Ahh, good your all here, our new student is coming today and I wish for you all to be here to welcome him."
"Don't you always?" Rogue muttered.
"What was that Rogue?"
"Nothing Professor."
"Well anyway as I said our new student is coming and I wish for all of you to be welcoming and tolerant," a loud noise that was followed by an even louder curse was heard outside, "that must be him now." The door opened and Blade, wearing wornout, ripped, baggy, black pants with a red t-shirt, stepped in. He was limping slightly and had a couple cuts on his face.
"Uhh that statue outside, how much did it cost?" he asked.
"A lot," Logan said gruffly. He walked over to the kid and looked out the window noticing a wreck motocyle implanted into the statue in the driveway. "That bike yours?"
"The brakes really aren't made to stop at high speeds," said Blade. Logan looked like he was going to slice him into itty bitty pieces and feed them to Sabretooth. Thankfully the Proffesor said something before he did.
"Would one of you care to show Viktor to his room?" The Proffesor looked around but upon seeing no volunteers he said, "Scott, why don't you show our new student to his room."
"Yes Professor, of course I will!" said Scott in his excited, obedient, I- love-the-Proffesor voice. He then proceded to walk up the stairs with Blade following close behind. "This is your room," he said opening up the door to reveal an incredibly nice room.
"Awesome, this is were I'm sleeping?"
"Yup, dinner's in about five minutes, don't be late, ohh and," he said looking at Blade's clothes, "might want to change first." Scott then walked out of the room leaving him to unpack.
"Damn people callin' me Viktor," he muttered as he opened his knapsack. Inside was a couple packs of cigarettes, a lighter, some beer, a raggy old black trenchcoat, and last but not least his prized possessions, two daggers attached to a belt. He quickly put them on and threw a pack of cigarettes and the lighter into his pants pocket. Then he searched the room for a loose floorboard and when he found one he stashed the remaining packs of cigarettes and the beer in it.
He walked out of the room but not it the direction of the stairs, instead he went to explore the other rooms. He finally found one that wasn't locked and went inside. "Must be that Scott kid's room." Searching through the draws he found a giant wad of money in one. He quickly pocketed it and walked out. This time he walked down the stairs and went to the dining room.
"Hello Viktor, I trust that you found your room to be satisfying," said the Proffersor.
"Yeah, it's pretty nice."
"Well why don't you tell us about yourself while we eat," the Proffesor said as Viktor sat down.
"Well first of all the name is Blade not Viktor and my freakshow power is creating fire and melting things with my hand," said Blade, "Who are you people?" Everyone introduced themselves and gave a brief description of their powers except Rogue, Blade noticed this and asked, "So goth, what's your power?"
"The names Rogue and you can figure my power out on your own," Rogue then got up and walked out of the room. Blade didn't seem to care and preceded to load up his plate with food.
Dinner ended quickly and since there was school the next day everyone went to bed. Blade walked out onto the balcony in his room and lit himself a cigarette, he saw a car pull into the driveway and three people get out. Looking down he saw that the ground was too far down for him to jump so instead he jumped onto the tree in front of his window and then jumped to the ground. Blade walked over to them. The three saw him and said hi. "You mus be da new kid," said one, "Da names Remy, Remy LeBeau, dis here is Tabby and da one ova dere burnin da bushes is St. John." (a/n: Pyro's name is actually pronounced Sinjin)
"I'm Blade, you guys live here too?"
"Yeah but we were out partying and this new club," said Tabby, "Maybe you could come with us some time."
"I highly doubt it, cramped spaces with lots of people ain't my thing."
"Ohh, too bad, hey is that your motocyle?!" she asked noticing the ruined statue.
"Well what's left of it is, how I survived that crash is a mystery to me," said Blade.
"Mon amis, we be missin our cerfew an da Prof. ain't gunna be too 'appy 'bout dat." All four of them quickly went inside and snuck into their bedrooms. When Blade layed down onto his bed he couldn't fall asleep so he got up and jumped out the window again.
He went down to the statue and spent the next hour dislodging his bike it. The bike actually wasn't as damaged as it looked. Blade wheeled it into the garage and tried to lift the bike into the back of Scott's car. Finally he gave up and hotwired Scott's car and drove into town.
After looking around for a while he finally found one. A perfect motocyle with flames on the side. "Jackpot!" Blade exclaimed. He parked Scott's car and walked over to the bike. Just then the owner of the bike walked over.
"What the hell you lookin' at kid!?"
"Your hideously ugly face, what else?" The other people that had gathered around started laughing making the guys face go bright red.
"Your gunna pay for that one you little punk!" He advanced on Blade with his hands balled into fists.
"Hold up a sec pudgy, before you attempt to knock my lights out I'll make you a deal."
"What kinda deal?" the man asked looking interested.
"Well if I win I get your bike, but if I lose then you get this car," he said pointing to Scott's covertable.
"Alright, deal," said the man and then he lunged at Blade. Blade quickly stepped to the side and hit him in the back of the head as he passed. Then he swiftly grabbed the guy by the shoulder and cracked him in the jaw. The biker fell to the ground unconscious. Just then the guys friends attacked. Blade couldn't fight them all, I mean there had to be at least 10. So he took on as many as he could but was still getting the crap kicked out of him. Just then there was an explosion and Blade saw Tabby standing over some unconscious bikers.
"Hey Slim you look like you could use some help," she said. Blade glared at her for stepping in but realized that she was right. He got up and took the key to the motocyle from the biker, whose name he had figured out was Jim.
"Thanks," he said as he hopped on the bike. Blade started up the bike and sped back to the institute.
"Don't mention it," Tabby said in a bewildered voice. "Hey is that Scott's car!?" She hopped in and turned the keys that were still in the ignition and let out a giant hell before speeding off.
Well I hope that you liked the chapter sorry it took so long to post. Well please review, and if you flame me I'll pretend for a whole two seconds that I give a damn.