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Conrad, Erik; Shire
Topic Started: Jul 1 2013, 08:37 PM (623 Views)
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BASIC INFORMATION

CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
AFFILIATION: X-Men: Legacy Squad (New Recruit)

FULL NAME: Erik Patrick Conrad
CODENAME: Shire
NICKNAMES: “Big Erik”

CURRENT AGE: 24
DATE OF BIRTH: October 31st, 1990
MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BASE OF OPERATIONS: The Xavier School. Before that, Red Canyon, Wyoming.
TIME AT INSTITUTE: Starts after recruitment.
REGISTERED WITH SHIELD? No.
HOMETOWN: Red Canyon, Wyoming. Before that, Belfast, Ireland.
KNOWN RELATIVES: August Conrad (Father)
Abigail Conrad nee’ Dunn (Mother)
Archer Dunn (Uncle & Godfather)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 9’1”
BUILD: Titanic and muscular. True to the breed of draft horse he takes his codename from, Erik’s towering shape ripples with powerful, shaped muscles. The only thing that off-sets people to his appearance, aside form his sheer size, is that it is oddly proportionate, a contrast to other titans of muscle like the Hulks.
EYES: A bright cerulean blue, glimmering like a pair of jems under a swimming current.
HAIR: Shaggy dark hair falls over his head to his neck, shifting from a muddy brown to a wheat-like blonde. His facial air often goes untrimmed, leaving to a grizzled, rough appearance to his face.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Erik has enough scars across is body to be mistaken for a gargantuan railroad map. The most common are long gashes and slashed that run deep to the muscle and bone: The marks of a man whose income comes from ranching. Others include burns on his palms, and one slender scar from a knife wound an inch above his left kidney.
CLOTHING STYLE: Due to Erik’s size, there aren’t a lot of clothes that fit him. As such, he wears a great deal of custom clothes. Most of them appear to be two or three different pieces sewn together to create oddly well-meshed colors and shapes. However, more often than not, he resorts to well-maintained sweats.
UNIFORM: Erik’s uniform resembles a more classic X-men uniform than anything more recent, but conveys his sense of modesty in design. Yellow boots adorn his feet, with blue tights, leading up a golden belt, the buckle emblazoned with a bold black X, to a blue and gold sleeveless tunic. A blue cowl hides most of his head, but his arms remain bare to his hands, which have deep blue gloves on the ends.

POWERS

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Erik seems to have a mutation with two heads: One is his sheer size, and the power that comes with it. While he’s not about to be pile driving Hulks into the ground, Erik is still incredibly strong. Again, this comes from his height. It seems that his towering physique can not only be maintained, but also refined to its peak. As such, he has the proportionate speed, strength, and stamina from a man that engages in frequent exercise. Erik’s top speed was last clocked at 25 mph, and he was able to maintain this speed for about three minutes before he was forced to stop. As far as distance running is concerned, his size and slower heart rate have been able to help him run personal marathons. His top bench press was around 900 pounds, around double his body weight.

Aside from his mutation to maintain that gargantuan height, Erik seems to lack any other real powers. Any other attributes come to him through either training, experience on the ranch, or experimentation. One such experiment when he was younger led to him to realize that some substances need to be in higher doses to affect him. A good example is using a tranquilizer used for big cats as morphine.

WEAKNESS: Erik is by no means invincible; the number of scars is evidence of that. Most things will kill him if they can, and it’s only experience and dumb luck that’s gotten Erik so far. Being exposed to acid, fire, or anything else will have the same effect on him as it does on human flesh. Maybe some sort of immunities will develop later, but for the moment, he's as human as they come...save for his mutation, of course.

PERSONALITY

Erik is more muscle than brain, but common sense is an old friend of his. He’s very careful with what he says and how he says it, keeping his trap shut and listening more often than interjecting. When he feels he something truly important to say, is when he speaks up. Erik also fits into the trope of “Gentle Giant”, but you wouldn’t know that if you tried to hurt someone either close to him or without good cause. Erik is extremely defensive of people close to him, and usually takes it on himself to be between them and danger. This doesn't go to the extreme of dropping caskets, but Erik has been known to break bones after one push too hard against a friend. However, after the events of the Purifier attacks, Erik has a better hold on his own temper, and can focus his destructive potential, instead of letting it be a wildfire.

HISTORY: PRE-APOCALYPSE Erik began his life as the son of a Danish romantic and poet turned farmer and his Irish spitfire of a bride. Erik was born very small, and very weak. For the earlier years of his life, his parents thought it might have been some sort of illness that kept their child short and small. They couldn’t have expected the Little Farmer’s Boy to become bigger than big.

In all honesty, no one would have. By his tenth birthday, Erik was barely over three feet, and was still being picked on by bullies. Gangs of rowdy boys would chase the weak and slow Erik down to his doorstep, and only then would they break off. If the caught him before, Erik would come home with scrapes and bruises aplenty. Over and over he put up with this treatment, for no reason other than he was the shortest kid, and the easiest mark.

Eric felt small. He felt insignificant and little, which, he was. Seeing this, his father had an idea: Make his son feel big, even if he was a short. A few miles outside of Belfast was a horse ranch for draft horses, the largest type known to man. The biggest of the big was the Shire breed, which towered over all else. Calling in a few favors, August got his son a ride on a Shire, which changed Eric’s life. Feeling tall, feeling like a part of something big, became a constant drive for Eric in the years to come, and, eventually, would drive him to be a part of the X-Men.

When Erik turned thirteen, he finally began to grow, something that was celebrated by his family. At the time, his Godfather, the cocky Archer Dunn, was staying with his family, and turned out to be a poor influence on the growing boy, encouraging him to take an eye for an eye against the bullies who had happily harassed him in his youth. This was unwise, as it got Erik in more trouble than it was worth, and one push too hard led to a gang of bullies nearly beating him to death in a Belfast alley, before driving a knife into his waist in the heat of the fray.

Surprisingly, it was one of his most hated rivals that stopped the fight. Jimmy Calhoun, the ringleader of the bullies, was the one to pick Erik up and drag him to a hospital. The two were close following this, and Erik learned that his mouth got him into trouble as much as his height, which, at the moment, was still growing.

By his fourteenth birthday, Erik was the tallest boy in his school, by his fifteenth, the tallest in the city, and by his sixteenth, they just gave up keeping records of his height. Already reaching up to seven feet, a terrified Erik asked his parents what was happening to him. They took him to a doctor more and more often, and finally the doctor mentioned one possibility that the heavily-Christian parents frowned upon: Erik could be a mutant. The signs were there, to the doctor’s eyes. Most mutations started around the teenage years. It was possible his mutation was still growing, and he would still have more to go. While Abby was concerned, she reassured her boy that his size wasn’t anything to worry about. Still, they moved his bedroom out to the attic of the barn, and hoped all would be well, as there wasn’t a room in the house that would accommodate his height.

Abby changed her tune by his eighteenth birthday, when Erik had reached his top height of nine feet. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together, and Abby spent the rest of the night with her husband her son, asking God why he’d cursed her boy with this mutation.

What she couldn’t have foreseen was that this curse was actually a gift, and would save her life when the Horseman rode.

DURING APOCALYPSE (April 7th through April 12th, 2009)

Deeply upset by her son’s mutation, Abby began to sink into a depression. More and more often, the rational spitfire was found jumping to conclusions and in silence. Her husband couldn’t let this stand, and neither would her loving son. Pooling Erik’s life savings with the inheritance of August’s recently deceased father, they were able to sell the farm, and move across the sea to Wyoming with Abby’s brother in early February. A greatly tempered and wiser Archer greeted them, and the sun and sky seemed to help Abby.

However, things weren’t better off for Erik. He still got his share of odd stares and demeaning looks from passers-by, but it was better than the rumors that had begun to swell surrounding him and his “gift”. Still, after a few months in the states, Erik felt more out of place than ever, just as anyone would after changing living arrangements. While the ranch did allow him to sleep in the barn, many workers there were still wary of the mutant in their midst.

It was around this time that Archer suggested the titanic Erik attempt ranch work. Grinning at the prospect, Erik readily agreed. While some of the other ranchers were puzzled at just how this ogre would help them with their bison, others saw the potential in the tall boy from Ireland. By the end of the month, Erik was already handling some of the larger cows when they got out of line, but his true (and literal) baptism by fire arrived with the next month.

When Famine brought desolation to the plains, Archer’s farm was in the path of destruction. As reports flooded in of failing crops and dying herds, Erik suggested they move the herd into northern Wyoming, and camp there while whatever weirdness ran itself out of steam. Archer turned him down for being a worry-wart. Still, Erik watched the news with a dry throat and a sense of foreboding. If things were bad in the Plains, how long before it got to Wyoming? He didn't have to wait long. At the end of the Apocalypse, when the storms began to brew, the farm was blasted with a bolt of lightning. In the barn: A cow bison, and Erik’s mother, tending to the cow’s calf.

Erik didn’t think twice. The dry wood could only stand up to so much power before it shattered under his fist, and Erik dashed into the smoke-filled barn-only to be slammed into by the wild cow. Grasping her head, Erik, with strength he didn’t know he had, threw her to the ground, before going in after his mother and the calf. It was a tense few minutes as the barn fire raged in the storm, before Erik emerged with his mother in one arm, and the mewling calf in the other.

As the storms subsided, and the day was saved, spirits were high. The ranchers, seeing Erik risk his life in such a fashion, took to calling him, “Big Erik”. Soon enough, they were using him as comparison in terms of seize and strength: “Hell, that bull was so strong, it must’ve been Big Erik in a fur suit!” or, “Look at that tree! Must be seven Erik’s tall, at least!”

As Apocalypse fell, the family returned to Red Canyon, and their ranch. Abby, after coming so close to death, and seeing her son save her, knew God had instilled in him a gift. Not only was her son mighty, but he was good, and mighty for the right reasons.

POST-APOCALYPSE

Erik spent most of his post-Apocalypse life as he had before the near-Apocalypse: Ranching the bison in Red Canyon. As he aged, though, he began to wonder about the true nature of mutants. More an more, mutants seemed hellbent on harm and evil, and no matter how the stories were told about the might of the X-Men or the Brotherhood, neither seemed like a party he wanted any part of. So, the towering Erik continued to work the fields and herd the bison, keeping to himself, but never missing a chance to sit by a campfire with the other ranchers.

PURIFIERS
However, history wasn’t done testing his mettle just yet. When the Purifiers rose up, a few sought out Erik in Wyoming. His size had carried him far, but he wasn’t sure if it could carry him past this gang of hyper-religious thugs. Thankfully, he wasn’t alone. When a squad of the Purifiers came to crucify Erik for his mutant nature, they found a herd of very stubborn bison and well-armed ranchers in their way. More than a few of the Purifiers were run down by the stampeding herd and were left as little more than pulp on the Wyoming plain, and the rest were either dispatched by the hands of loyal ranchers, or their deadly rifles.

This didn’t stop the Purifiers, though. Their first strike took out almost half the ranchers, and it was clear they’d be back for more. So, the ranch was abandoned and evacuated. Surprisingly, it was the town that came to their rescue. It seemed that more mutants than Erik lived at one time or another in the region, and the town didn’t take kindly to “a bunch of bible thumpers with Molotov cocktails and fancy guns telling them what’s what”.

The mad zealots returned in force, walking over the bodies of friend and foe alike as they marched on Red Canyon. Erik’s father lost his life in the battle, trying to escort his mother out of the town-turned-warzone. This pushed Erik into a fury, the kind he hadn’t experienced in years. He didn’t so much enter the fray as he did erupt into it like a bomb, leading a charge against the zealots. When one stumbled, and fell under his boot, he raised it to crush the Purifier, but he stopped himself.

It wasn’t the sort of thing his father would want him to do. He was raised better. Once upon a time, yes, he would be a reckless stampede of nine-foot tall fury and wrath, but he had grown since then. So, Erik settled to pushing them out of town. By this time, SHIELD and the National Guard were on hand, with a handful of heroes. The Purifiers continued to make strikes against the town, but, after holding out during the first assault, the town felt invincible, and stood with the agents and heroes against the onslaught. Finally, the Purifiers withdrew with the arrival of Nimrod, and the heroes and SHIELD left Red Canyon Behind. Still, even as Erik set about burying the dead and rebuilding the farm with the rest of the ranch, he felt emboldened. He felt better about being himself than he ever had before.

A week after the sacking of the ranch, a letter arrived to him by courier. It was pretty simple, and straightforward.

Come see us when you’re ready.
-R. Summers
Xavier’s School for Gifted Youth
Westchester, NY


While initially confused by the meaning in the letter, Erik supposed it was for the best. In his experience, whenever he believed he was ready and right, he was often wrong. This led to the advent of the modern Erik, a humble, quiet giant.

SKRULLS
When the Skrulls came, there was little for Erik to do but point and shout as his fellow ranchers and family were brought under the control of the Wave. Nervous, Erik went on the run, as the ranchers, friends and family both, turned on him in the name of the Empire. It was here Erik felt his nature be truly pushed. The whole situation seemed to mirror the plight of mutants across the world, and Erik had a hard time thinking the same way he once did with all his friends out to kill him. Still, he withdrew into the wilderness, resorting to survival tricks he’d learned on the long trails to stay alive. Once the wave dispersed, though, Erik returned to an apologetic household, whose guilt he dismissed with a wave of the hand, a small smile, and a mutter of, “You weren’t yourselves, anyway”.

CURRENT HISTORY
With the advent of #killyourheroes, Erik has felt less and less like ranching is the right choice of life. The whole ranch was gathered by a television to see Daredevil get offed by Spiral. The entire incident left the ranch feeling a little disturbed, but after what had happened when the Purifiers came to town, they were certain neither the town nor the ranch would hand Erik in. Erik had a hard time feeling okay about that.

Visiting his father’s grave on the hill after the call, Erik tried to clear his head, but more and more, Daredevil’s words kept coming back. “You people aren’t made to last”. He wasn’t wrong. Always, someone stood up to the bad guys and put them in their place. Erik wasn’t sure if he was the man for that job, but, after seeing Daredevil spit in the face of evil and tell her that he’d see it soon, Erik felt compelled to stand up.

Later that night, he answered Summers’ summons with a brief phone call. With his last paycheck, he bought a ticket to New York, and set off for the School.


SAMPLE RP POST:

There was a calm before the storm of hooves and the shout.

“Erik! Get your lazy ass up, son, and look out!”

Erik stirred from his nap just in time to see one of the new bulls rushing towards him, snorting hard as his great hooves poured the ground. The adrenaline rush alone pushed Erik’s reactions, but they were still slow due to his size. The beast made the ground tremble as it raced towards him, and he had just enough time to side-step the bull before a pair of smooth, sharp horns slammed into where his kidneys had been.

Erik felt himself shake slightly, before the bull turned on him. Focusing on the beast like he had all the others, Erik was barely conscious of the trio of ranchers on horseback behind him, but as his powerful hands grasped the horns of the bull, and his feet pushed down on the earth, he heard them converse.

“Shoot, that was close.” The first speaker was Roy, a cool-headed, aging rancher with a firebrand attitude. Erik heard him sigh as the beast shook it’s head with fast spasms, but he kept his grip, feeling his bare feet upturn the earth at the force of the animal.

“We ain’t gonna help him?” Another voice followed the first. This was Sam, one of the newer ranchers. Erik had noticed the young boy-near-man had a great deal of trouble not staring awkwardly at the gargantuan mutant, but it wasn’t anything that wouldn’t go away with experience.

Roy laughed behind him as the bull turned hard, and Erik was turned to face the riders. “Help him? Son, we’d just get in the way. Watch how he handles the horns; You think you could pull that off?”

As the beast lowed and shook it’s head, Jim shook his as well. “Uh, no, sir, I don’t think so. But what if he gets all gored up?”

The third rider finally spoke up at this point, as the beast stepped back, and Erik kept his cerulean blue eyes on the shaggy brown of the bison. “Kid, Erik’s been handling this bull since he was a calf. If he gets gored, don’t worry about Erik. Worry about how bad that bull must feel after it does!” Erik gave a grunt of a laugh. Cobb was the man who spoke, a middle-aged man of Native descent, with a dry sense of humor. He wasn’t wrong, though: This wasn’t the first time Erik had to deal with this particular bison.

Erik could even boast some scars to prove it. He was caught unawares the first time, and there was a still a sizeable scar from where a horn had raked him along his right side. The second time, Erik walked away bruised ribs and an equally bruised ego when this bull flipped him over his back, and received quite the cut to his hand when the bison, with some sizable nerve, bit him.

There was one other common denominator, though. Erik had bested this bull every single time, and left him slammed into the ground. No matter how bad of a beating the bison tried to give Erik, he returned it in spades. The ranchers called starting a fight with Erik, “Asking for a full return on an ass-beatin’ deposit, with interest”. Erik just called it, “pretty dumb”.

Once again, he found his footing, and flipped the bison. Roy and Cobb cheered as the beast hit the plains, and Erik heard Jim audibly wince. “Uh, is that bull gonna be okay?”

“Reckon it will,” Roy said, leading his steed to turn as the bison stood and began to lumber off to graze and lick it’s ego, “He’s been tryin’ to run Erik into the ground since he was born.” Erik grinned back at the three as he caught his breath, before he bent over to wipe some dirt off of his newly re-assembled jeans, before blowing a stray blonde hair off his face. He watched the bull wander off to a patch of wheat to graze, and, feeling oddly punch-drunk, he returned to his vigil against the tree. Cerulean eyes swept over the farm, and Erik, feeling his eyelids grow heavy, crossed tree-trunk like arms and fell to his daily nap.

At least, until the whatever next mess he had to clean up came along.
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Hey Joe, thank you for applying to XMR.

Please bear with me through this process and if you need to ask any questions, please get in touch with myself or another member of staff and we shall assist you.

1, Powers are mostly fine, but weaknesses need a touch more detail. Nothing much, just elaborate on what ‘most things’ are that will kill him beyond that. Is he resistant to poisons, fire, water, telepathy...that kinda thing.

2, Personality needs to be longer. As I said in cbox, you don’t have to write five paragraphs but you’ve barely done one. What you have is a good start, but it only gives an overview, really.

One thing that needs to come up is when you say he’ll be drawn into a fight, but then it’s hard to stop. What DOES make him stop and how far will he go? This is important, because if he can’t control his rage and he takes things too far, this makes him less than ideal as a member on the Legacy Squad. But, if he can control himself then that’s another matter. Just without a little more detail, we can’t tell. If you want to play him out controlling his temper better, then you’ll need to work with Rachel Summer’s player very carefully to make sure things don’t get out of hand and the Squad don’t have a liability on the team.

3, History. It’s not bad, but it feels a little lacking in something. He suddenly becomes thirteen, for one. Trust me, we don’t need a blow by blow account of how he grew up and how many pets he had, if he liked corn flakes or toast for breakfast, but you need to strengthen the basic foundation of the character. What made you place him from Belfast (which by the way is in Northern Ireland) and what sort of influence is that going to have on him? Have you done a little research into the recent history and the Troubles? You don’t need to be an expert, but right now I’m afraid I’m not seeing much that denotes him being from anywhere specific at all, other than in one part he’s from Belfast, then another he lives in a barn on a farm. Make the most of the chance to diversify his background and really use it to your advantage and be a little more accurate as well where you can.

While not impossible, the family likely would have heard of mutants through the media, or would have had the possibility put to them by a doctor, by the time the uncle brought it up, especially if his mother was approaching so many of them. There are several mutants who come from Ireland, so it was not something that had never been dealt with, at least in the sense of genetics.

Moving to America is fine, but again, it just lacks a bit of flesh on the bones. Also, it’s Jono (short for Jonothon) Starsmore, not Juno, and his identity as a Horseman was never publicly known. You can name drop for the app, but that would not be in character knowledge. Also, Famine attacked more to the east side of the Midwest, and Wyoming was not in direct route of his ride. I am not sure you’ve gotten a good sense of the timeline: Famine and the rest of the Horsemen attacked on April 7th and then either returned to Apocalypse that day, or were captured. Then on April 12th, the storms started.

Your Post-Apocalypse section needs the headers from the application template. The ones you were citing in cbox were posted and approved before the template was updated, thus they did not require them.

The Purifiers were kitted out with guns, bombs, Genoshan anti-mutant tech...While I will buy that he was able to see a group of them off, another group would have come after the first and firebombed the place. They levelled the Xavier mansion, terrorised Mutant Town for weeks and even managed to get a member inside of SHIELD as a mole. Having them trampled by a herd of bison borderline trivialises them.

The Skrull plot ended a year ago; you need to detail what he’s been doing since then, how he’s found out about the school, his reaction to the Illuminati plot, such as Spiral’s #killyourheroes viral attack and the chaos that is going on. Please ask if you need help with this.


I am not trying to slam this app, you’ve got some interesting ideas all the way through it, but you’ve written it up awfully fast and as such, you’ve skimmed some details that only need to be a line or two, but are still rather important. Please just think about it, read some in game threads to get a good idea of why I am pointing out these things. Please post a response when you're done fixing and again, if you need help just get in touch.
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Thanks for making the changes so far, but you’ve missed a few things/a few other things need clarification so please bear with me. Don’t rush. I’m not going to check back in on this until Thursday, because I mean it when I say I want you to spend time perfecting this, as you’ve obviously got writing skills, but you’re currently short selling yourself.

Also, please don’t hotlink images, such as your avatar - all pics you use, including avatars and signatures have to be linked from an image host account.

1, I forgot to mention last time, but if he was born on Halloween (which is a little cliche also) 1990, then he’d not even be 23 yet, never mind 24.

2,
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  Maybe some sort of immunities will develop later, but for the moment, he's as human as they come.


Developing some sort of immunity at some point is potentially fine, but you’ll need to tell us what that’s going to be so we can pre-approve it and assist you with it being developed in game. We can’t say yes based on that, as that could potentially mean anything.

I don’t think you’ve thought about practical issues, such as what clothes he’d wear, bedding, chairs, tables, doorways, cars, etc and how being so tall would impact on his everyday life.

3, Personality is still a little under. It’s not bad, but it’s a very narrow picture. Doesn’t he have any interests or hobbies? What is his view on the mutant situation? Is he religious? Does he prefer the city or the countryside? Music? Art? Anything? This doesn’t have to turn into a list of likes or dislikes, this is just an idea for you to go on.

4, When it comes to the history, you’ve missed a lot of what I asked last time. For one thing, you’ve not really addressed the Belfast connection (again, its in Northern Ireland, not Ireland). Why did his Danish father move there and become a farmer after being a poet? You also say his parents were very Christian - Protestant or Catholic? It makes a BIG difference living in/near Belfast, enough of one that you need to make the clarification to show you understand this background.

Also, while there are farms in Northern Ireland, the area around Belfast isn’t quite as rural as you seem to be implying. It’s not a bad history origin, but you’re lacking a lot of detail that’s a lot more relevant than you probably realise. If you want to have a character with a background that goes a bit against the grain, then you have to work to gain this.

Apocalypse - Famine was several states over and while it’s not implausible that they would be worried the destruction would spread to them, they wouldn’t know one way or the other. It’d be easier to follow as well if you JUST had the Apocalypse events in this section; the move to America should be in the previous chunk of history.

Purifiers - it’s not necessarily bad that everyone is so supportive of him, but why are they so supportive? Discrimination amongst mutants because of events like Apocalypse, Brotherhood attacks, WWX, all runs pretty rampant because people don’t understand.

Your timeline is again, a little shaky. Also, the Purifiers were concentrating their efforts around NY State. There was pockets who went to strike other areas, but not on the scale you’re talking about. A one off attack, yes, but not repeatedly, no. They were more short, sharp strikes. This event has great roots but gets too big, especially if SHIELD, National Guard and additional heroes were involved. Scale it right back. NIMROD was in NYC, I’m not sure of the relevance of the reference in your own history. There’s good stuff going on, it just feels a little carelessly put together.

The school was destroyed during this plot, so no one could have invited him there (certainly not Rachel as she was not yet at the school) so this note needs to come later. They only just returned to the North Salem site after roughly a year and a half in the Savage Land. Also, if you make such a specific reference you need permission beforehand, otherwise you’re basically putting words in the other character’s mouth.

Skrulls - why didn’t the complacency work on him? He would have felt the effect of it, as he has no telepathic or psionic resistance. This needs to make more sense in line with the plot's events.



I’m sorry if any of this seems harsh. We’re a site with a lot more realism than most. We still might have people with wings and green skin and lasers, but we’re realistic in terms of events have consequences and mutants are people who happen to have powers. Things need to make sense, even in such a world, to really fit in and gel with the world. If you need help, please ask for it, otherwise just take time re-evaluating some of the content here and refreshing it. Thanks for working with us so far and please respond when you’re done.
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