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ororomunrce​:

“Well by all means don’t let me hinder you. Would you like me to provide the flame?” Ororo answered, raising an eyebrow. she wasn’t one to let someone else’s sour mood effect her own. she smirked when he sat next to her anyway. “Out late?” she asked curiously. 

“Would you be so kind?” He asked, picking his head up just enough to prop his forehead on one hand. “What do you think would be quicker, fire or lightning?” He chuckled, despite himself. At her question,  he shrugged. He had never really kept the nature of his mutation a secret from his fellow mutants, both out of a more general ease, and a precaution. “You could say that.”

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ororomunrce​:

“It’s a bit early to be working on your frown lines don’t you think?” Ororo asked and then took a sip of her tea. She smiled at their person brooding over gods knew what this time. “would you like to talk about what’s bothering you?” she asked, gesturing to the empty seat beside her. “I have been told to be an excellent listening.”  @assemblestarter​

“I can actually think of about ten things I’d rather do instead, and setting myself on fire is a strong contender.” His mutation was exhausting, the come down feeling like every hangover he’d ever had hitting him at once. He sat down anyway, his head hitting the table with a dramatic thunk. “Ow.” The complaint was muffled, and half hearted. “It’s too early to be alive is what it is, but here I am.”

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the last guy's blood didn't splatter across my face and shirt sexily or aesthetically enough so i have to kill again. sorry.

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witchboyism​:

Klarion had been meaning to sneak into the pet store for a while now, except his definition of it meant kicking the door open and announcing his entrance. “Klarion is here you foolish, New Yorkers, bow down to me like you do for that one queen, The Bee of Yonce!” In his head she must’ve been a metahuman with beelike powers or like queen bee, regardless he had respect for her. 

His mission in the pet store was simple, find another familiar to go alongside teekl, but he needed to be smart about this, it had to be something that would complement…he stopped in his tracks, finding what he had been looking for.

Placing the little creature on the floor next to his kitten, he laughed as he announced to the entire pet store his plans. “YES! Fear us as I have now gotten a new powerful ally. He is a monster who will destroy entire cities, eat all civilizations, and take your cabbages! His name is TACKLE!” he said with maniacal laughter.

The turtle slowly inched forward with Teekl by its side, as Klarion bent down to whisper to them. “It’s okay tackle, take your time, world domination isn’t super fast.” @assemblestarter​

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Rhys liked pet stores. It was probably a Facebook Wine Mom cliché to say he preferred animals over people, but, well. He did. Currently, he was staring intently at one of the obnoxiously blue fish tanks, debating if he really had the time to devote. Fish were, surprisingly, a lot of work if you wanted them to be well cared for, not to mention that they could actually live a pretty decent--

His train of thought is interrupted by the loudest person he’s probably ever encountered. Something about Beyonce. And...cabbages? Seeing the other with the turtle, he debated if he should say something. Someone had to break it to him, right?

“Do you even know how to take care of a reptile?” He asked, looking from the turtle --Tackle? What kind of name was that?-- back to the other man. “They’re not exactly beginner pets.” God knew he would never own one. Too much work.

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@assembleintro​​

Have you ever noticed that ( RHYS BRADFORD ) who’s connected to ( MARVEL UNIVERSE/VAGUELY THE X-MEN ) looks a lot like ( RAFAEL DE LA FUENTE )? But ( HE ) also goes by ( N/A ). Having the ability to/of ( SUPERHUMAN DURABILITY/STRENGTH & LYCANTHROPIC PHYSIOLOGY ) sure makes them a force to be reckoned with. Rumour has it they are ( 33 ) and is working as a ( MERCENARY ).

NAME: Rhys Mateo Torres Salazar Bradford NICKNAME(S): n/a SEXUALITY: Gay PRONOUNS: He/him GENDER: Trans Male HAIR COLOUR: Black EYE COLOUR: Brown SPECIES: Mutant

BIO. 

(tw for death, accident, injury, murder)

Rhys is descended from a line of mutants. Some mutations would crop up more often than others, and sometimes the gene didn’t activate at all. Rhys and his twin sister, however, inherited a specific set of powers that, for whatever reason, only affected twins in the family. Both of their powers manifested early, triggered by stress. Well, Rhys’s was triggered by stress. His sister’s mutation was triggered by his own. 

Rhys is naturally stronger than the average human, and capable of taking harder hits. His main mutation is best known as a feral mutation. The closest thing he can compare it to is a werewolf. Extreme emotion, usually stress, fear, or anger, will cause him to transform unconsciously, his hands erupting with claws, his jaw cracking and aching from the growth of fangs. His mind leaves him during these transformations, a more animalistic instinct to rip, shred, and destroy overtaking him. His sister’s mutation allowed her to heal, both herself and others, and enabled her with the ability to calm the wolf. Without that calming, the wolf will rampage until it wears itself out, or is taken down.

Growing up with a single mother, the two of them learned early on that above else, you prioritize family. Even when family doesn’t prioritize you. Even when family hates who and what you are, and quiet anger permeates your home for your most crucial years. Family is family. So Rhys bit back his own anger, learned to nod quietly and move on. For the sake of the family.

His sister dies just after their 21st birthday. He’d goaded her into going out with friends, and even twelve years later, he blames himself for what happened. His entire life, it had been his job to protect her. And he had failed, in the worst way. If he’d never convinced her to go out, she wouldn’t have been in the vehicle. He would have been pretty bad off, but he’d probably have survived. They would have been fine. Her death was the last straw. He left, and he didn’t go back. He took on a, mostly, new name. Something a bit blander. Less eye catching. And he let the wolf run rampant. It’s pretty useful in his current line of work.

That’s not to say he likes what he does. But it’s easy, especially when he can just check out, let feral instincts take over. Coming back is always rough, though. Waking up covered in blood can do that to you. And, without his sister’s healing ability, any injuries he sustains will stay. That’s how he lost his left eye, though the glass eye he wears in its place is pretty convincing. He doesn’t mind the injuries, though. In a way, it feels like penance.

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they hate me because im gay :/ also i have been murdering the locals but mostly because of the gay thing

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