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Character Name: Charles Francis Xavier
Species: Mutant
Extra-human/abnormal abilities, if any?:
Charles is a highly powerful telepath.
His abilities allow him to read the minds of others, navigate through them, erase and create memories within their mind and even take control of centers of the brain to the point of imposing his own will on them ( Read more... ) -
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Xavier knew this mansion just as well as Charles did. Their lives may have branched in separate directions, but they had shared the same childhood. They had both hidden in the unoccupied rooms when they wanted to avoid certain inhabitants or guests, snuck barefoot down the stairs to the library or the kitchen on chilly nights with a blanket in tow ( Read more... ) -
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Pine and cinnamon filled the warm mansion air in the dim glow of the early morning hours. A large Jeffrey Pine was settled in the corner of the large living room, a fair distance from the quietly whistling fire place. Above it, stockings dangled from the mantle where candles flickered meekly, their was nearly melted down to the core from along ( Read more... ) -
They always said he brought home too many strays...
Some days, the library felt suffocatingly small. Even the vast space within the mansion felt constricting to Xavier. Too many walls, too many doors. He just needed to get out into the open air, unrestricted and unrestrained. He could do so at the mansion, but then the familiarity of it would have trapped his mind there ( Read more... ) -
Two to Tango, Three to Slide
In the passing days, Xavier had grown far bolder with his ventures through the mansion that had once been his home. On this particular instance, he had not so much as bothered to lock the door behind him when he stalked his twin to the library of expansive bookshelves. It was one of his favorite places in the entire mansion. He could recall many ( Read more... ) -
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It had taken Xavier some time to get used to the strange familiarity of his twin's face, his mind. To see him walk the halls or hear him speak familiar words. The longer he stayed, the more he was becoming accustomed to it all. It was almost a relief to reach out and brush against that brighter piece of his past. He closed his eyes, seeking out the ( Read more... ) -
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Charles stared up at the once welcoming silhouette of the Mansion apprehensively. It had been so many long and harrowing months since he had been here before it, and he was surprised to see it still in tact. He had rather thought the CIA would have destroyed it ( Read more... ) -
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"A word, Erik." Charles' tone leaves no room for argument as he holds the door to his room open, eyes fixed firmly on the master of metal. He was not at all happy with the way Erik's attitude had been, lately. It was about time someone gave the other mutant a lesson in behaving himself. Arguing with him in front of the others, speaking out of turn ( Read more... )