x-Men: The Agency

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    ''Each microsecond you delay the invasion will be invaluable! I need not stress the importance of your mission! There is nothing left to say but goodbye...and Godspeed! Now go -- quickly"

    This was the last thing she heard him say, the last time she saw him. It was three months ago, and so much has happened since then. Even if she had the chance to see him again, Eve wouldn't dare take it. Charles Xavier was her friend, and she let him down miserably. Eve couldn't bare to see the look on his wrinkly old, kind face.

    Three months ago, on a cool April Saturday, she was outside, watching some children play basketball. It was a no powers allowed game, and everybody was playing perfectly fair. Until George Heffly, the bully of their grade had melted the basketball. Eve had walked over to George and pulled him aside, asking him why he would do that. He had responded, "How can they have fun, when we are trapped here, like a bunch of caged monkeys?" Eve had taken him out of the grounds, quietly and discreetly, to the top of the Empire State Building. "The world goes on, George. We aren't trapped, not really. If you want to go, run away for a couple days, even permanently, now's your chance." There was a pause before he spoke. He looked up at her with squinty green eyes and said, "I'm nine. I don't have anywhere to go." Eve hugged him.

    Right then and there was when she realized something. Charles Xavier wasn't just teaching kids, he was saving lives. Eve and George went back to the school, and pretended like nothing ever happened. George was much nicer since then.

    Professor Xavier called Eve in to his office the next day. He told her he knew about the field trip with George, and that he was glad she did it. He said that she was one of his finest students, and teachers. They took a small walk around the Institute, just long enough for him to inform her that he needed spies, to keep track of all the wrong-doers in the world. Eve was skeptical at first, but consented because she knew that it was true. There were much more crime against mutants and people nowadays.

    The first five missions were flawless, her team varied in their skills and abilities. The bad guys were always caught, and taken down to the NY mutant prison.

    But the sixth one, that was the one. The one that changed Eve.

    It was simple enough, locate the Harlem druglords, that sold a type of cocaine called Enhancers, that temporarily enhanced your power, then quickly made you turn very crazy. Her team consisted of three mutants other than herself: Valery Price, team technician, John Trace, gadget expert, and Brad Fowler, field agent and Eve's boyfriend.

    Eve and Brad had quickly taken position inside the apartment the druglord was supposed to be in. Everything was going well, until communications dropped. They couldn't talk to the others, couldn't warn them of oncoming danger. Eve didn't know then it was because Valery had been shot.

    See, the mission was much more global then anybody realized. Russians had taken to the Enhancer, and the lord had been in a large debt of theirs.

    John had been rewiring the lasers, trying to clear a path for escape. He had been executed, strangled to death in a brawl ten to one.

    Eve and Brad had split up, searching the eleventh floor. Brad had been thrown off the top. Eve herself had barely escaped, shot in the stomach and foot. She had ran to the safehouses, stayed there until today.

    Today, Professor Xavier had called her on her phone that was used solely for mission purposes. She hadn't heard from him since that sixth mission. The Russians had perfected the Enhancer, and were using it to turn innocents into mutants. Deadly, and crazy mutants as weapons.

    Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to meet up at the Xavier Institute for debriefing.

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    Rules:
    Everybody has seen your fellow players around the Institute that you all attend.
    Age doesn't matter, you must at least be 18.
    Please do not go rogue.
    Please do not die unless you contact me.
    Please do not godmod, that is very annoying.


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    Special Skills
    Role (Technical Field Agent, Team Guard, Team Field Agent)
    Backstory



    Character Sheet:
    Name- Eve Robinson
    Age- 23
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    Power- Clairvoyant
    Special Skills- Knows tae-kwon-do, karate, and your basic street fighting
    Role- Team Leader
    Backstory- Not much is known about Eve, except that her parents were drug addicts and she grew up in a broken home. She went to Xavier's at age ten, and quickly befriended many other mutants and grew to love Xavier like an old grandpa. She became very popular and stayed at Xavier's after graduating to teach Skills (hand eye coordination, balance, self defense, etc.). After losing her team and her boyfriend in the sixth mission (that no outsiders know about), she went into hiding.

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    Name:Anastasia Pérez-Dubrovskaya

    Age:Unknown (her best guess is about 20 or 21)

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    Power:Ana can manipulate inanimate objects at varying distances. The actual technique is known as kinetic signature control, where the mover is trained to "hear" and identify the specific atomic frequency of any given material, and alter the gravity wave around it, usually producing the nearby air to appear "warped". Advanced movers can work at the molecular level creating protective shields in the air around them. This is basically telekinesis.

    Special Skills:Referred to a "Stitch", she is also a psychic surgeon trained to quickly reconstruct cells to their previous or healthy state. Using only her hands, they can heal and even "unheal" whatever they have done. She is also decent at hand to hand combat and can wield a knife pretty well.

    Role:She takes on whatever role is needed, although she is often a Team Field Agent.

    Backstory:Anastasia lost her family when she was very young. Her last memories are of her mother, a beautiful, bronzen woman who she believes to be from hispanic decent, and her father, a tall, broad shouldered man with fair skin and eyes who spoke only in Russian.

    Their faces seemed panicked now that she thinks about it, as they hurried down a back hallway. She doesn't recall where she was as her small, toddler body was carried through the darkness. She clung tightly to her father's shirt, her mother's warm hand caressing hers. A small smile was upon her lips as she kissed the child before turning back to face their pursuers. Anastasia's father turned a corner as her mother faced their attackers, the last glimpse of her hurling a beautiful, bright light of energy from her palms.

    Her father finally stopped running, placing the child on the ground a kicking open the air duct. He told her in a hushed, hurried voice to crawl. Crawl through the vents and not stop. Not for anyone. And once she got out, to just run as far as she could. Nodding her dark curled head, she followed his orders. Her last image was of her father. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners a bit. They seemed to be a little wet as he kissed her on the forehead before closing the vent without even touching the metal.

    Anastasia did as she as ordered, crawling and crawling. Even when she heard her mother cry out. Even when she heard her father's voice yelling at their attackers. Even when they both fell silent. She crawled until the duct opened up, and she stumbled out into the alleyway. There she ran, her small legs taking her through the crowds of people. After what felt like forever, she finally collapsed on a bench in a park she had never seen before. Her small frame shook with tears and heart-wrenching sobs until she passed out from the exertion.

    She awoke to someone speaking to her, but his voice entered her mind. He told her not to be afraid. He said he would take care of her. He would make sure everything was ok. The small girl nodded, blindly following the man with the soft smile and the shiny chair.

    Growing up, Anastasia was always quiet, almost emotionless. When she does communicate with others, she can come off as cold and condescending. She has trouble making friends or trusting others. She doesn't have many connections with others and, although a few have tried, she hasn't been in a relationship.
    In this carnival of men, I'm just another freak among the show.

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    ((Accepted!))

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    Interesting. Hmm.

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