"Dear [Insert Surname Here],"
We are proud to inform you that your [Son/Daughter/Child/Nephew/Niece/Ward/Grandchild/You] has been selected to join the first class of an elite, yet inclusive, tertiary school: The Xavier Institute For The Gifted. While this facility itself is just opening this year, the course work is overseen and will be accredited from Cornell University and Empire State University, depending on the study plan you are chosen for. Both are respected, prestigious centers of tertiary education in not only America but the international community. All expenses of education and board will be paid by Xavier Institute and it's various sponsors, national entities: the Egyptian, Japanese, Latverian, and Wakandan governments, and corporate entities such as Bugle Media Incorporated, Fantastic Enterprises, Shaw Industries, and Stark Industries, and offers a four to five year course, offering degrees in many fields, and upon completion of normal and special courses, and should be considered a scholarship. There will be options and opportunities to purse post graduation education accreditation and degrees with similar financing if students excel academically as well, though they will have to attend faculties there, though we will continue to offer boarding and transportation.
While there are many sensationalist, or downright bigoted, new stories and editorials about the danger of the so called "Mutant Menace", this school is designed to combat that label forced unfairly labeled on people like your [Insert Here]. Viral clips of children or adults causing or being at the center of mayhem are often taken out of context, or creatively edited, for a variety of factors: money, fame, or to suit a political agenda. Yet, it would be amiss of me, not to admit such incidents occur when frightened and confused mutants first manifest their powers, or when non-powered individuals panic in their ignorance and realize a mutant is among them, and let fear from rumors born of poor reporting or the internet take hold of their senses. The mutant population is skyrocketing across the globe, and demagogues and reactionaries are calling for drastic, dangerous methods to handle "the Mutant problem". Legislation and political action are indeed needed, but not with misinformation and hatred bringing it about, but forward thinking and understanding doing so.
[Insert Here] is not a freak, or monster, or whatever the fear-mongering hordes are saying. They are simply a humans with a gift. That gift can be dangerous when not handled property, again we at the Xaiver Institute for Higher Learning don't discount some violent encounters or property damage has occurred, but it can also be used for good and the betterment of mankind when harnessed and tempered with training and guidance. It is the belief of us here that early detection, education of what it means to be mutant and human (for both the public and students attending), training in the use of their powers, and belief in basic dignity of themselves and others will prevent such tragedies seen in the news and open new doors for the world. With our gifts, and love in our hearts, we can make the world of tomorrow a better place.
Xavier Institute for the Gifted
Vice Principal Max Eisenhardt
1407 Graymalkin Lane
North Salem, New York
The letter was nice, you had to give it that. I mean you'd rather have not taken the offer to go here in the first place, and instead accept the University of Chicago's offer to you, but that didn't exactly pan out now did it? You never thought that you of all people would be a...well...a mutant. I mean no one in your family was, and that's how it came down right, genetically? I mean you had read that Children of the Atom thing going around Facebook and Reddit, but that seems...unlikely. Just like the idea that it was a Russian or Chinese bioweapon or virus, it had no basis in scientific fact. Why would they want to give their enemy superpowers? The other story, that it somehow related to Captain America and Project: Rebirth seemed slightly more likely, but none of the talking heads knew what was going on. All that you knew was they were just urban legends and hip when your parents were college, then they weren't and became very real, the love feast that started when they were the subject of email chains was gone and public panic about them started and just kept rising the past nineteen years…
Taking account of the pink blob encasing the skeleton sitting the back seat, across from the blue furry devil, you couldn't say you blamed people too much. Sighing, you knew that made three mutants, including yourself, on the bus filled with about thirty heading through a small east-coast town heading in the middle of nowhere. There were probably more though. Maybe the freckled blonde in the varsity football jacket? The leggy goth girl in the mesh green shirt? The kid with dyed blue hair and massive headphones? Maybe it was racist or whatever to think this. Or was it, like you were mutant, or was that like self hating prejudice or whatever. How could you tell if someone was a mutant if they didn't look like the Monster Squad, like in the back?
Secret Origin:
1.) James Ohlmann: Hotshot linebacker of Carl Sandburg High School, in Orland Park. No jerk jock, or simple headed moose like in those crappy teen comedies, you were on the honor roll and student council too; somehow you managing to juggle all this and a million social gatherings at the same time like a juggler handling chainsaws with ease. Both your parents were accountants dismayed at your dreams of trying to go pro, or even worse and likely, becoming a successful lawyer (do you know how many lawyers there are? Now doctors, there is always a need for doctors, lot of money in that. Your uncle is an eyes, nose, and throat and….) and you didn't really care and enjoyed your upper middle class life, with no worries outside of which cheerleader you were taking to prom, or coming out to your parents and telling them you wouldn't exactly mind taking out the quarterback Sam Lindel either, not because your parents were conservative Catholics, but because you didn't want to explain what a bi-sexual or pan-sexual was, especially since you really didn't yourself despite one or the other, or who knows both. Taking their advice about the playing the odds in sports seriously, but only humoring them about the lawyer thing, you thought were heading the for the University of Chicago when you're powers kicked in. After a nasty accident in the showers and accidentally knocking the wall down between the boys and girls' locker room, you decided mostly on your own to take up Charles Xavier's offer. Going from Prince Charming to the local leper might have played a part; maybe a new setting is what you need to get back into your grove. [Gain Affluent Background, Naturally and Studiously Athletic, Prince Charming and Boy Scout Traits]
2.) Daniel Goldman: Making a living stealing cars in Miami isn't that hard, what's harder not to roll your eyes or get too angry when the people you're selling them ask if why you never got caught is because you're related to so many lawyers or some other "clever" joke about your Jewish heritage. It's a relatively low risk and high reward profession: there is a lot of people overseas who want a Jaguar or Mercedes, and there are even more will buy stolen parts from a car that's scrapped, and little enough jail time for a nonviolent crime for a young kid with no record and a 4.0 GPA who spends one day a weekend at the soup kitchen. A few months in a county jail when coupled with tens of thousands of dollars, isn't that bad of a deal; the only catch to the profession are the cowboy owners who watched Dirty Harry or Gran Torino too many times and decide to end your life for stealing their car radio. Indeed that's exactly what happened and would have been the very end until your powers manifested and you knocked that dude right on his ass. When someone walked up and asked, then pressured you to start doing hits instead, you just happened to receive this letter and decided to high tail it to New York. [Gain Criminal Background; Sly as a Fox, Born Warrior, and Hide and Seek Traits]
3.) Matthew Manson: Growing up black in America is hard. Growing up in Frazeysburg, Ohio, in the middle of nowhere was worse. Your father (your mom died a long time ago, breast cancer), made a decent living as a dentist, and in the middle of rural Ohio that meant a big house, a big pool, and no one to fill it. Maybe it was your interest in anime and dungeons and dragons, or that you understood how to program and build your own gaming laptop and didn't know how to play football or talk to anyone; but add that to there were a lot of houses that flew confederate flags despite being in the north, and it was clear you weren't ever going to feel welcome and accepted there. There was never a big incident, just a bunch of minor ones, and teasing and bullying that veered on
that but stayed focused on your Star Trek t-shirts and whatever you were reading at the time. Even when your powers manifested, it never escalated or centered because of that, like it does for so many mutants. It was just...hinted at it, like you being African American. Maybe it was because your talents manifested in such a lame way and just caused you to spill some milk on the floor. In any case, you never had any real trouble handling your powers afterwards, but both you and your father thought this Xavier Institute is a great way to make some friends and get a free Ivy League education! [Gained Middle Class Background; Nerd, Computer Whiz, and X-Focused Traits]
4.) Ryan Tyrell: You were supposed to go to Brown, but you fucked that up. At least you weren't "settling" for the University of Chicago anymore though and going to a proper Ivy League school. Of course your parents weren't telling anyone why and basically were sending you were to not shame the family with your "disease". From old money, in New England (an old Providence founding family to boot, though your estate was in Cumberland, Rhode Island for more than a century) that was far worse than your partying problem, or any drug problem you could have picked up. That was normal, not to be condoned but normal. Sure your high socitey founds would gossip about you being picked out of the drunk tank or showing up to your school in the afternoon, dressed in yesterday's clothes and puking on your desk, but the old hens would be taking about the Sutherland kid who knocked up a maid, or the Holloway girl who was caught doing blackface the next week and it would all be forgotten. Now being a mutant? And one who couldn't even control himself? That would be the talk of their inner circle for years, with everyone asking in a pitying tone if "Ryan is doing alright? We heard..." at every cocktail or dinner party. That wouldn't stand; that couldn't stand. The Tyrells were too good for that, so unlike any trip to rehab, you were expected to actually get better and if anyone asked, that you somehow got your grades up at the last minute. [Rich Background; Party Animal, Prince Charming, X-Wild!]
5.) Peter Wilde: Boxing is your life. I mean it was karate when you were twelve, but the karate and Judo classes in West Virgina were just for middle schoolers and never serious. Boxing on the other hand, that was real there, and you could find someone who could train you dirt cheap, especially when people there aren't paid in more than dirt, if they're working at all. Your family had some money before the coal mines shut down and black lung took your father and grandfather, but those days were long gone by high-school. So was any hope for college, until scouts started noticing just how hard you could hit the baseball and how you were the best student in your school. It would mean giving up boxing though, and that would mean admitting how messed up how everything was outside of the ring or your notebooks. And admitting one mess up could make sure you wind up like some of the other kids hooked on meth or painkillers, or heading to a coal mine to possibly die, ironically made it more possible. You needed zen like mind make sure you didn't mess up, not any stress. At least that's what you told yourself before you blew the hole in your roof and were arrested by the police until Mr. Eisenhardt and Xaiver paid your bail and handed their invitation to you personally. You have no idea how they got past the guard, they weren't holding you legally in the first place, but hey money means lawyers and maybe they didn't want a lawsuit. [Poor Background; Nerd, Naturally and Studiously Athletic, Tall Dark and Brooding Traits Unlocked]
6.) Player/Reader Input.
Power Selection: (Note this will change and evolve as your character does)
A.) Gravity Manipulation: You can control and manipulate the gravitational pull or forces of yourself or any object you touch. Unless your powers are going haywire, this is limited to about three to four things, not including yourself, but Xavier states that barrier is mostly in your head not based on biological or physics based limitations.
B.) Light Projection: You can create and focus light. It takes little effort to make a hardish light that can knock someone down or punch a hole in a char, and you can flash extremely bright lights that can blind people or illuminate a room, but can only make a few basic shapes or images with the ability so far. Summers says that with a little focus though, I should be able to make detailed artwork or illusions with my mind. Also fight laser beams, I guess.
C.) Psionic: I have mental energies and I can make objects out of them. So far it's just basic shapes and silhouettes, I can make them soft as a pillow or sharper and harder than steel. Miss Grey is positive my psionic powers can either get more powerful and make more complicated, longer lasting objects, or are just a subset of psychic powers.
D.) Tank: I'm way faster and stronger than any professional athlete. Mr. McCoy has me clocked at about 70 miles per hour and I can currently bench press a motorcycle with ease, and can lift a compact car over my head with some serious effort. And that's me right now, I was eating world records before I got here and am doing this much with less than a month of training. He's too concerned to try any serious endurance tests though. Shame, I guess I will never know if I'm bullet proof.
E.) Shape-Shifting/Matter Manipulation: I can transform into animals or take on their attributes, but so far I can only something vaguely around my weight. Vaguely being the operative word there. Worthington tells me that given I'm not stuck to my actual matter, that I can do even more with my powers than turn into a wolf or small bear. He's trying to get me to just grow taller, or smaller, or walk through walls, but after my pants exploded and I ran into a concrete wall and broke my nose, Vice Principal Eisenhardt took over your training
F.) Temperature Control: At first, Drake thought I had the same power set as him, and almost everyday was a snowball fight or snowman making competition. Then I melted the snowman and a set a flag on fire, and Mr. Drake consulted with Miss Grey and Mr. Summers. Considering I can't come close to turning myself into mist or myself to ice, like Drake can, just make it creep up me, they figured I have a general ability to fluctuate the temperature around me to absurd degrees, and a body that can easily withstand it. Now everyday is a snowball fight and barbecue
G.) Insert Powerset here. Keep it open, but low key for now.