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Character: Kurt Wagner / Nightcrawler
Series: X-men: Evolution
Character Age: 17
Canon: Thought high school was tough? Well, it’s nothing compared to what the teenaged mutants of Bayville High have to deal with. X-Men: Evolution is about the X-Men going through their awkward teenage years and battling to save the world, all before that big chemistry test on Monday. As if the horrors of public education weren’t enough, this band of kids also have to figure out how to properly control their mutant powers and show humans that they’re just like everyone else. They go through rigorous training sessions and dangerous missions on top of their schoolwork, all for the sake of being able to live in peace one day. This animated series is just as much about beating the bad guys as it is about graduating in one piece-literally.
One of these X-Men is Kurt, the teleporting jokester of the team. Although he takes his studies seriously, Kurt has a reputation for being the class clown and goofing off, and his carefree attitude gets him into trouble. Like any other high school student, Kurt has a love for junk food, music, and general pop culture. He is self-conscious about his fuzzy appearance, but with the help of a holowatch that allows him to pass as normal he is able to appear quite confident and flirt with pretty girls. Overall, Kurt is a rather caring individual who is quick to forgive others, even if he isn’t willing to trust them.
Note: Kurt has a pseudo-German accent in the show, but for the sake of readability I am not transcribing it.
Sample Post:
Whoa, I think I had one too many sodas last night. Where the heck did I port myself? It looks like someone vomited half of a city into a cornfield and just left it here. If that wasn’t weird enough, there are a ton of people in zombie costumes all over the place. Somebody seriously needs to get them some coffee, they look completely dead. Or undead, I should say. And jeez, something from the mess hall smells like it could kill an elephant. I guess that’s what they get for making something called-cerebral soup? Who the heck calls something that? I may be a growing teenage boy, but even I have limits to what I’ll eat…hey, wait a second! I know exactly what’s going on!
This is a movie set! That explains everything: the corn, the set, the costumes, the…soup…okay, maybe not the soup. But that’s probably just some friendly joke between the cast members! They wouldn’t really make a soup out of brains. But they’d need all kinds of different sets for shooting scenes, and they’d need to have their costumes on in case they’re needed. Maybe the soup helps them stay in character. Hey, do you think can I be an extra? You can even pay me in breakfast burgers-no, I’ll pass on the soup. The point isn’t how I’m paid, anyways: it’s all about the fame. The chicks dig a guy in showbiz. I’m, ah, a bit more suited for a monster movie though. You wouldn’t happen to be doing one of those too, would you? Look, I’ve even got the costume ready and everything. Of course it’s a costume, who’s really this fuzzy and blue? Besides sad kittens, that is. Hahaha…ha…anyways.
I hope you’ll seriously reconsider the zombie thing. Zombie movies are totally eighties! It would be like trying to bring a mullet or those ridiculous shoulder pads back into style. Like anyone will get back into those. You should try something original, like an Action-Adventure-Horror-Science Fiction movie! Trust me, it would be a smash hit. Don’t lose your head over it, dude, I’m not saying you need to toss your whole set. We can work with this! Install a few laser turrets, an evil and passive-aggressive AI, and a nice weapons system and we’ll be good to go. Every good movie needs explosions. Don’t worry about the weapons system; I can totally hook you up. Of course, you’ll need a dashing fuzzy hero, and would you know it? I know the perfect guy for the role.
So, do you think I have what it takes to make it big? I’ve got the moves, the style, the organs-wait, the what? Sorry dude, I think I’m gonna have to pass on that one. I could never be an organ donor; my heart wouldn’t be in it.
((Voting went here))
Series: X-men: Evolution
Character Age: 17
Canon: Thought high school was tough? Well, it’s nothing compared to what the teenaged mutants of Bayville High have to deal with. X-Men: Evolution is about the X-Men going through their awkward teenage years and battling to save the world, all before that big chemistry test on Monday. As if the horrors of public education weren’t enough, this band of kids also have to figure out how to properly control their mutant powers and show humans that they’re just like everyone else. They go through rigorous training sessions and dangerous missions on top of their schoolwork, all for the sake of being able to live in peace one day. This animated series is just as much about beating the bad guys as it is about graduating in one piece-literally.
One of these X-Men is Kurt, the teleporting jokester of the team. Although he takes his studies seriously, Kurt has a reputation for being the class clown and goofing off, and his carefree attitude gets him into trouble. Like any other high school student, Kurt has a love for junk food, music, and general pop culture. He is self-conscious about his fuzzy appearance, but with the help of a holowatch that allows him to pass as normal he is able to appear quite confident and flirt with pretty girls. Overall, Kurt is a rather caring individual who is quick to forgive others, even if he isn’t willing to trust them.
Note: Kurt has a pseudo-German accent in the show, but for the sake of readability I am not transcribing it.
Sample Post:
Whoa, I think I had one too many sodas last night. Where the heck did I port myself? It looks like someone vomited half of a city into a cornfield and just left it here. If that wasn’t weird enough, there are a ton of people in zombie costumes all over the place. Somebody seriously needs to get them some coffee, they look completely dead. Or undead, I should say. And jeez, something from the mess hall smells like it could kill an elephant. I guess that’s what they get for making something called-cerebral soup? Who the heck calls something that? I may be a growing teenage boy, but even I have limits to what I’ll eat…hey, wait a second! I know exactly what’s going on!
This is a movie set! That explains everything: the corn, the set, the costumes, the…soup…okay, maybe not the soup. But that’s probably just some friendly joke between the cast members! They wouldn’t really make a soup out of brains. But they’d need all kinds of different sets for shooting scenes, and they’d need to have their costumes on in case they’re needed. Maybe the soup helps them stay in character. Hey, do you think can I be an extra? You can even pay me in breakfast burgers-no, I’ll pass on the soup. The point isn’t how I’m paid, anyways: it’s all about the fame. The chicks dig a guy in showbiz. I’m, ah, a bit more suited for a monster movie though. You wouldn’t happen to be doing one of those too, would you? Look, I’ve even got the costume ready and everything. Of course it’s a costume, who’s really this fuzzy and blue? Besides sad kittens, that is. Hahaha…ha…anyways.
I hope you’ll seriously reconsider the zombie thing. Zombie movies are totally eighties! It would be like trying to bring a mullet or those ridiculous shoulder pads back into style. Like anyone will get back into those. You should try something original, like an Action-Adventure-Horror-Science Fiction movie! Trust me, it would be a smash hit. Don’t lose your head over it, dude, I’m not saying you need to toss your whole set. We can work with this! Install a few laser turrets, an evil and passive-aggressive AI, and a nice weapons system and we’ll be good to go. Every good movie needs explosions. Don’t worry about the weapons system; I can totally hook you up. Of course, you’ll need a dashing fuzzy hero, and would you know it? I know the perfect guy for the role.
So, do you think I have what it takes to make it big? I’ve got the moves, the style, the organs-wait, the what? Sorry dude, I think I’m gonna have to pass on that one. I could never be an organ donor; my heart wouldn’t be in it.
((Voting went here))