Screen Name: tank girl
Character you would like to play: gambit
Powers: the ability to tap into the potential energy within an object and transform it into kinetic energy, superhuman speed and agility, can block telepaths
Brief biography of the character's history: A homeless boy wandering the streets, Remy was adopted by Jean luc LeBeau, head of the Thieves guild, in New Orleans. As part of a peace pact between them and their rivals, the Assassins guild, a marriage was arranged between Remy and Bella Donna Boudreaux, the granddaughter of the head of the Assassins. However, Bella Donna's borhter Julien objected to the marriage and challenged Remy to a duel. Severely wounding him, Remy was forced to flee New Orleans to prevent war between the two guilds.
Remy wandered the world as he plied his skills as a master thief, aided by his mutant power to charge objects with explosive enjoy, he employed playing cards as his trademark weapon. At one point, he agreed to assemble the team of assassins known as the Marauders for Mister Sinister. Remy did not realise that they were to massacre the underground community called the Morlocks.
Eventually, Remy encountered Storm, who had been transformed into an amnesiac child and had turned to theft. He helped her escape her enemy, the Shadow King, and they became partners. Later, when Professor Charles Xavier returned from a long period of traveling in outer space, Storm having regained her memory and true age, sponsored Remy's admission into the X-Men. He has remained on the team ever since and has built feelings for his fellow team member Rogue.
List a few reasons why you have chosen that character: fav character, i dig the brooding, cos asteroid man is doing injustice
What can you bring to this game?: dark creativity and dry wit into a character and generally stir shizzle up in a solo or team situation
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech: this
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG: one
Please provide a sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 5 paragraphs long and contain at least 3 line of dialogue): Stepping out and into the hallway, Remy witnessed a visual catastrophe as he sighed lightly. Even though he was the most laid back person within the vicinity known as the Xavier institute, in fact there were few people alive that were more carefree and cool than the big easy native, he could still bare witness and comprehend the damage that had been so efficiently reaped. A feeling of stupidity also washed through his head, it was as if the four walls in which he was currently located were secluded from the world and oblivious to the decimation going on around them, maybe he hadn't recovered as promptly as he had first thought but if the cajun was anything, stubbon was it. His eagerness and determination momentarily dented while he took in the sight weighing up the best route, this was a change for him, ninety nine percent of the time he would act without surveying the available options. Very unlike the cajun but perhaps now was time for a change, a tiny one of course. Looking down he realised his lazy attire, he wouldn't want to look a fool and charge out to battle wearing pyjamas. Back to the old Remy.
Five minutes later and more specifically five minutes of stealthily weaving in and out the various halls and rooms which used to occupate the student body and faculty of Xavier's higher institute for learning, and the mysterious mutant had arrived at the door of his recently vacant bedroom, well what was left of it. The door blown from its hinges was the least of the decorating teams worries, furniture laced all over the ground. Although most would surely feel angered in the moment, Remy laughed these things off like they were nothing. Material objects could always be replaced and he wasn't usually the one to fret when these rare occasions of destruction proceeded, unless of course the items at hand were of severe emotional value to him, not that he often allowed himself to become attached to such things. Without any thought at all, his eyes began to follow a photo poetically tumbling across the floor. As if in slow motion Remy refocused on the subject matter to the core, that there were memories, whether they had been made yet or not, worth fighting for. She was worth fighting for.
Snapping out of the daze he was just entangled in as he figured there no point in dwelling on fates which haven't yet been decided, his 'live for the moment' mentality kicking in yet again. His eyes flashed to the side in view of his walk-in wardrobe, hoping he had a uniform that sustained the incident without damage. Also hoping that he had a uniform that still fit around his toned body, his time out of play could have allowed his athletic figure to gain a few pounds, although he would no doubt still have the same agility and dexterity he always posessed in his sprite movement. He shifted over in his usual nonchalant manner and with relief, revealed the intact uniform with the fuschia and trenchcoat and whatnot. His outfit had always been crazy and wild and unique while also camp, something he wouldn't go further to admitting it was anything other than for style. His eyes creeped a little further to the left as a grin simultaneously formed on his full lips, laying sight on a bo staff, something that had helped him out of many a sticky situation. Suddenly contact from Emma was made, -"We need to end this nonsense immediately. To me, X-Men. Now is the time for a plan."-
A new set of clothes could change a mans emotions within seconds, making a depressed guy a reformed confident person. But not Remy, he had a cocky arrogant persona no matter his state. He swaggered down one of the many flights of steps in the mansion, just with an extra spring in his step. It was as if the most confident man in the world gained even more confidence, if that was ever possible. Another 'Remyism' present as he shuffled a pack of fresh playing cards in one hand. Despite the lack of total sound, there was a tension in the air just indicating that disaster was evolving and boiling to the brim, and at some point, sooner rather than later, it was going to boil over to a point of no return. And there was Gambit, amongst the complete decadence of silence, whistling as if he was in his very own private wonderland. Moments later and the swamp rat was leant cool as ever against a set of open damaged doors, he had seemingly sneaked unknowingly into the outskirts of the present x-team. He was always one for some drama, and this instance was going to be no different as he iconically let his presence be known, "Everyone can relax.. Gambit has returned."
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