The House of M, Action/Mystery, Open [New York]

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The House of M

Everything has changed. Mutants now rule this world, humans are no longer in control. A Utopia has been created. The past and future has been altered. Wanda Maximoff has rewrote history, becoming human and changing what Was and making it into her father's dream world.

Few know the truth, few can remember how the world was before. And few of those who do care. Because this world is peaceful, in balance. Genosha is a shining beacon in the world, the Mutants have become what others seek to emulate.

But beneath its shining layers are the roots of a human rebellion. Discontent is growing. Beings from the past that was re-wrote are beginning to appear, their true memories intact.

As the world begins to roil with turmoil once more, the mystery of the House of M must be solved. Before the Past awakens and the universe is ripped in two.

 

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The Story Line

The House of M

Mutants are now in control of the World. SHIELD now works to detain human rebels and aid the Mutant front. Few know the truth about the House of M. Wanda Maximoff is now human with two children, Storm is Queen of an African country, and Magneto is at peace.

This Role Play is based off of the House of M saga, but does not follow the story. We will play it out as it occurs. Eventually, the world will split. And death, war, and destruction will follow.

 

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Joining and Rules

Joining

To join, please create a House of M character profile. If it is a Cannon Character, you need to Contact Me with a PM or Comment with the link. Anything Cannon needs to follow the House of M main storyline as far as memory changes, relationships, etc.

Upon creating your profile, post an entrance to New York here with a link to your profile. Quote me so I can add the name to the Character List.

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Rules:


1. Follow all Guild and Gaia Tos/Rules

2. No Godmodding. I don't care if you are Khang the FREAKING Conqueror. NO GODMODDING. Everyone has a weakness.

3. Try to keep it semi-Marvel connected and related.

4. Enjoy ^^

 

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Character List:

Epic Irony:
Marko Balkic

Twilit Eternity:
Jean Grey

 

[Epic Irony]

Marko Balkic, also known as Gigavolt, stepped off the boat upon arriving. He inhaled deeply, looking around the port; already there were buildings towering on the edge of his vision, taller than anything he'd ever seen. With a sigh, he took his first steps into New York City. He'd never really been in the states before, so he figured this was as good a place as any to start. He smiled as he walked down the street, forcing it as he looked around; the skyline above the bottomdwellers of the city something they could never have. The clean, futuristic buildings reached up impossibly, leaving behind the filthy inhabitants of this low-lying slum; abandoned warehouses stretched out to his right, all in states of neglect and disrepair. He'd finished transferring his funds; they were all in US currency now. So there was no need to stay in such a place. But he did feel like exploring them, just a bit. Stretch his legs, get some air. It'd be fun.

With a yawn, he made his way into the boatyard. It seemed quiet enough, if filthy and broken. As he continued, however, he heard voices coming from the lofts above, within the buildings. "How do you like that, you filthy mutant?! How does it feel to be a freak of nature, huh? This'll teach you..." It was immediately followed by screams. The silence that fell suggested that the tormentors had done the dirty deed; they'd killed that poor girl. With a frown, he shimmied up the metal sheeting of the wall with ease, and crawled in the broken window. Right behind the men; four of them, standing around a collapsed form and grunting. "Now, fellas," Marko muttered, stepping out of the shadows and cracking his knuckles, "That's not very nice. You shouldn't hit a lady," he scolded, stepping forward with a grin. The men frowned, stepping forward. The leader, a rather fat man who was losing his hair, spoke up.

It was the same voice as before. "Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it? Who are you, anyway? Some filthy mutant-lover?" Marko didn't flinch as the man swung a punch; he ducked back, catching the man in the jaw with an invisibly fast right hook. The man dropped like a rock, spitting out a puddle of blood and a tooth; with a smirk, Marko tilted his head. "I see why you were beating up a girl now. If she were any older she would have been whooping your butt." He chuckled as two of the other three approached; one pulled a knife, and Marko grinned. "Now it's a party," he muttered, waving him on. "C'mon, b***h... let's dance." The man made a jab at his ribs, which he side-stepped with ease... Then kicked the man on his back as he followed through, sending him catapulting out the window. A moment later a sickening crunch was heard, and Marko looked out the window with a disgusted sneer. "Yuck. Hate to have to clean that up," he muttered, sending a sudden jab to the other man's face. It connected with his nose, which immediately spurted a jet of blood from both nostrils as he dropped.

With a frown, Marko approached the fallen figure. A young girl, perhaps twelve or so. Unmistakably dead, a bullet through the side of her neck. He sighed, glancing back at the only one left standing. Who was now pulling a gun on him. With a sigh, Marko stood to his feet and raised his hands. "Wha- what are you?" the man asked, gun quivering as he raised it. "Would you believe I'm a UFC fighter? No? How about a volunteer firefighter?" Marko asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. "Well. I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you the truth... My good friend, I am a filthy mutant. And you... You're a guy who brought a gun to a lightning fight." With a grin, he suddenly began glowing; an eerie blue light pulsing through his veins as he reached his hand out towards the man. "You're also about to be very, very toasty." The man fired a bullet, which flew straight at Marko's shoulder; and suddenly curved up, burying itself in the ceiling. "Uh, uh, uh... Wouldn't want you... Hurting anybody," he whispered, wagging a finger at the man. On the third wag, a lightning bolt flew from his fingertip and struck the man in the chest. With a scream, he flew back and struck a girder supporting the ceiling. With a twitch and a few sparks flying from him, the man lying on the floor below died. And Marko sighed, popping his shoulder as he descended the stairs and exited the building below. The first person to pass him was suddenly stopped. "Hey. Do me a favor, and call the police. Tell them to search that warehouse there," he muttered, gesturing at the place. "I heard screaming in there earlier. Something about mutants." And with that, Gigavolt ran.  

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Jean walked the eastern trails of Central Park with a slight smile on her lips. The weather was gorgeous, not a cloud in sight and with a cool breeze rustling the leaves of the oaks and ashes that spread along the sidewalk before her. Lunch break had heralded a chance for her to leave the stuffy office and far stuffier clients and seek a reprieve in the late spring weather.

A bicyclist passed, his thoughts on last night's bowling league while a small child wished for an ice cream cone nearby. Life as was normal in this world. The smile grew.

Her lunch hour was coming to a close, and that meant returning to the skyscraper a good two blocks from where she now walked. Sighing slightly, the redhaired woman turned back to the city's busy streets. On her way back she bought a lemonade and bagel. Just as her hand touched the glass double door that would lead to the lounge of the office building, she sensed something amiss...Was it a mutant running so nearby? And why did it suddenly smell of ozone?

Current Mood: Content, though mildly confused
Current Theme:Feels Like Today
Current Location: Parson, Grey, and Associates Psychiatric Care, the Emmerson Building, NYC

Epic Irony