Name: Kira Marshall
Codename: Blaze
Affiliation: X-Men
Age: 17
Mutation: Fire power.
Any other special abilities: Just really good at working with fire.
History: Born in San Fransico, Kira Marshall was one of one. She would get everything she wanted, but, miraculously, she does not act spoiled. Instead, she takes the attitude of slight arrogance. She can be overimpressive and girly at times, but, for the majority, she is cocky, sarcastic, annoyed at ignorant people, and smart, very smart. She comes up with the most practical plan, and she believes that everyone should follow it. However, not being an idiot, she will still follow what everyone else is doing even if they (in her mind) are a bunch of half-brains.

After finding out she had fire power, she hid it for quite some time. Enjoying such activities as heating water rapidly lighting stuff on fire. However, once she realized she would not be able to hide it any longer, she packed her bags and left for Xavier's school.
Misc Info: She's smart. Not super smart, because she does know her apples from her oranges.

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Excellent. I'm hopefully gonna try to get this started tomorrow or Monday.

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Sorry for the double post. But I'm just gonna start it up now.

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Scott Summers tossed and turned in the large King size bed that was now too big for him alone. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he was muttering incoherently. He was dreaming again, just as he had every night since she gave her life for the team. Inside his mind flames danced and billowed all around and there was an intense feeling of despair, sadness and anguish.
Scott!" her voice spoke to him, as it always did. "Scott! Help me Scott. I need you."
This phrase was repeated over and over like a mantra, getting more and more desperate the more she spoke.
"I'm lost Scott, find me please" with those words Scott awoke with a start. Running his hands over his eyes and thanking himself he had his ruby quartz glasses on, that he used for sleeping.

Sitting up and over the edge of the bed, slumping over with his head in his hands. Something was different about the dream this time. It seemed like she was calling to him. He shook his head.
"No, she's gone" he sighed to himself, resigning himself to his grief.

"Scott! I love you, please help me. I need you" her voice came to him again, this time when he was awake.

"Jean" he thought, hoping there was still a connection "Is this real? Am I losing my mind without you?" Scott grabbed his head in agony as images began flooding into his mind furiously.
The events at Alkali Base, Jean being consumed by flames and Alkali Lake.

Without any hesitation he got up and dressed and packed a rucksack with a few clothes and other essentials and hurried out the door. He had to got to Alkali Lake, even if it was just to confirm he was going mad with the loss off the love of his life.

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Is it already go?

Logan was killing loneliness once again while stomping the cigar in between his sharp as razor teeth while whiffling smoke into the air. Looking at the unclouded sky while thinking of nothing but one that would matter to him so much in the life than anything did. Jean, the one he loved since the first time he has arrived into the mansion. She was like a sun shining upon all the darkness he had to struggle within. She was always in his dreams of early and of late. And barely he could sleep without having her dreamed at night even once. Though he did not want to admit, the only thing remained of her was the dreams so Logan sometimes never wanted to leave the bed just not to lose her completely.

At the far corner of the garden, he stood only with the sleeveless t-shirt and jeans against the chill of the weather. His eyes shifted to the one shadow that seemed to be getting away from the mansion. From the view, it was easy to say this was no thief at all. If someone had broken in, Logan naturally would feel and smell. And from the odor, he was someone actually familiar with Logan. "Scott" he muttered under his cold breath. Moved towards the shadow that was about to leave through the gate. "Scott" this voice was even more louder.

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

((Yeah I started it up, but it got lost in the shuffle with the awards and other RPs))

Scott continued to walk on, out past the garage and onto the front path towards the large metallic gates at the entrance to the Institute. He heard a voice calling to him in the distance, but ignored it and kept walking. His silver and black BMW motorbike was parked right at the gate and he started prepping everything. Placing the backpack in the large case on the back of the touring bike.
"Scott! the voice called out again, it was Logan. He shook his head and carried on packing his belongings away. He didn't want to talk to anyone, least of all him.
Straddling the hulking machine, Scott let out a heavy sigh and turned to look back at the mansion. The place he grew up. The place he met Jean. The place they fell in love. He fought back the tears and put the keys into the motorcycles ignition and gunned the engine. It backfired and Scott muttered at it and tried again. Still nothing.
"Come on!" he roared at it in some furious attempt to threaten it into starting up.

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(Right now, I just don't know how the students at the school will fit in.)

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Is it okay if I join in at this point. If it is here is my bio.

Name: Zephyr
Codename: Luft
Affiliation: X-Men
Age: 17
Picture: http://images.newfaces.com/userimages/big/TheGipster-TheGipster-3aXV.jpg
Mutation: He can create and control wind and air pressure. The latter of which he doesn't know he can do.
Any other special abilities:N/A
History: He never had a real family as far as he can remember. In his earliest memories he was living at an orphanage, and was assigned to multiple foster care parents who soon gave him back because of his 'mental issues'. By the time he was 15 he was out of the orphanage living with a group of friends. He soon picked up drinking and cutting himself. His life still hasn't straightened itself since he came to Xavier's , and he is still seen hiding streaks of blood from his peers. He rarely comes out of his room if he doesn't have to.
Misc Info: He is an artist. He works is acrylic paint, charcoal and he sculpts. His room is decorated with different renditions of what he thinks the world is. On another note he is very dark and brooding, but not so much violent with actions to others.

Awesome. Of course you can join. Feel free to post whenever you can.

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Zephyr jumped and made a deep indent in his sculptures cheek-bone. It sounded like a gun fire but as he gathered his senses he realized it probably wasn't a one.
' Little sleep isn't good on me' , he thought as he reshaped the delicate female cheekbone with a great deal of sensitivity and time.
He awoke from a dream earlier that night with a vision of a pretty young woman. He put the reasons for the vision aside ,but preserved the face in his mind so he could remake it. He didn't plan on going to class the next morning anyways, and the completion of his sculpture was vital to him being able to go to sleep anyways.