It wasn’t until recently much ado came about. Of course she lived her life in the shadows and met interesting characters, but there’s been a strange scent in the air. Curious, Mystique made for Xavier’s, only to find the old man gone. How odd, he had always seemed so trustworthy in that “always going to be there” manner. After speaking around, she threw caution to the wind and became an instructor. They seemed to need a hand, and something in her heart had told her to try, again, to make up with Rogue. Not that it always went so well. But she couldn’t say she didn’t try. And as for her son, well. . .
Mystique preferred not to talk about her past lovers or family. Being almost immortal in the sense that she never aged and could not die of poison or drugs, she would rather live in the present. She still finds a refreshing love, and has thus put most old memories behind her. However, this is not to say she has not hurt before through a dream or a passing thought. And then disaster just happened, all hell breaking loose with her able to do nothing about it. Just as she had been able to do nothing about her poor son, Nightcrawler, or the rift between her and Rogue.
Mutants all around her lost their powers as if someone had merely snapped and they were gone. Mystique was glad and found herself lucky to not have been one of the unfortunate many to lose her precious gift. There was only one man who could have done this, had any hand in this, and that was her good friend Magneto. But it, at the same time, made no sense to her. He was for mutant rights, why would he remove of their power? Unable to figure her questions out on her own, and at a momentary loss of what to do, Mystique remained at Xavier’s. However, her mind is still uncertain as if this is the place she really ought to be. Kindness does not suit her well.
Third Person Sample RP Tag: How. . .unbecoming. . . thought the tall woman from where she stood in her bedroom. She sighed airily while sitting on the side of her dark comforter covered bed, eyes looking away from the television screen. The news ran over the monitor, a brunette woman relaying some theft out in the shops. Humans were so pathetic, not even able to come up with a decent means of which to steal. The woman, once called Raven Darkholme, rolled her eerie yellow eyes as the woman announced a “safe return of all stolen artifact.”
“And I’m here getting ready for a meeting. . .” with another, yet softer, sigh, Mystique checked over her hands and nails. Her blue skin faded away to be released with a pleasant peach color, a ring sitting upon her finger and a bracelet around her wrist. All of her skin changed from the strange azure shade, the white dress she having “adorned” switching over to a skirt-suit that fit her body neatly.
Turning to look at her reflection in the mirror, yellow eyes blinked and turned green, hair falling to a cleanly-cut bob of black. Palm pushing at the slight curl at the end of her locks, Mystique smiled her incarnadine lips at herself. “Perfect,” she whispered and made for the door. While having once been in bare feet, as she stepped into the hall there was a light padding of pumps on the wood lining the floors.
Shifting around in her skirt and making a final adjustment to the collar of her white blouse, the shape-shifter promptly placed the long strap of her purse upon her right shoulder. Glancing down one direction of the hall, she took a few steps off in the other and headed toward the stairs. Usually she left for meetings with only enough time to arrive and sit down before it started, but as of late she found she could never quite make it in time. Not without some source of distraction in the process, which was most unfortunate. Earlier in the year she had missed one meeting entirely due to a student calamity.
First Person Sample journal entry: The news reported a heist earlier this afternoon. I don’t think people understand the point of theft, which is annoying at best. I should probably learn to ignore it, but their faces are of use if nothing else. Though that wretched woman announcing every breaking story could be done away with. I doubt anyone would care.
Aside, the meeting went well and I was only a few minutes early. One of the flying children had a mishap. Pity. As for the meeting, I’m tired of them. I don’t know why I bother going, they never seem to want my input. They’ll certainly take that savage beasts words more quickly than my own. I think I’m only there to fill up chairs, make them feel important.
Hn. Look at the time. I have to go give a quiz now.
Read the rules? Can Magneto control magnetism? Though, I do have one question. I noticed late into writing the application that you've already had a Mystique, however, she didn't seem to have done much. I can change my application as much as you like, to see it fits with what she was up to, if it matters at this point. Otherwise, thanks!
Re: MystiquemrbroodypantsApril 23 2008, 21:56:32 UTC
Thank you for your application! I've sent it to the other mods so please hang tight for the next 24 hours for approval :-)
To answer your question in the meantime, you can play mystique however you want/whatever history you want. Thanks for applying! You'll be hearing from me soon!
Mystique preferred not to talk about her past lovers or family. Being almost immortal in the sense that she never aged and could not die of poison or drugs, she would rather live in the present. She still finds a refreshing love, and has thus put most old memories behind her. However, this is not to say she has not hurt before through a dream or a passing thought. And then disaster just happened, all hell breaking loose with her able to do nothing about it. Just as she had been able to do nothing about her poor son, Nightcrawler, or the rift between her and Rogue.
Mutants all around her lost their powers as if someone had merely snapped and they were gone. Mystique was glad and found herself lucky to not have been one of the unfortunate many to lose her precious gift. There was only one man who could have done this, had any hand in this, and that was her good friend Magneto. But it, at the same time, made no sense to her. He was for mutant rights, why would he remove of their power? Unable to figure her questions out on her own, and at a momentary loss of what to do, Mystique remained at Xavier’s. However, her mind is still uncertain as if this is the place she really ought to be. Kindness does not suit her well.
Third Person Sample RP Tag: How. . .unbecoming. . . thought the tall woman from where she stood in her bedroom. She sighed airily while sitting on the side of her dark comforter covered bed, eyes looking away from the television screen. The news ran over the monitor, a brunette woman relaying some theft out in the shops. Humans were so pathetic, not even able to come up with a decent means of which to steal. The woman, once called Raven Darkholme, rolled her eerie yellow eyes as the woman announced a “safe return of all stolen artifact.”
“And I’m here getting ready for a meeting. . .” with another, yet softer, sigh, Mystique checked over her hands and nails. Her blue skin faded away to be released with a pleasant peach color, a ring sitting upon her finger and a bracelet around her wrist. All of her skin changed from the strange azure shade, the white dress she having “adorned” switching over to a skirt-suit that fit her body neatly.
Turning to look at her reflection in the mirror, yellow eyes blinked and turned green, hair falling to a cleanly-cut bob of black. Palm pushing at the slight curl at the end of her locks, Mystique smiled her incarnadine lips at herself. “Perfect,” she whispered and made for the door. While having once been in bare feet, as she stepped into the hall there was a light padding of pumps on the wood lining the floors.
Shifting around in her skirt and making a final adjustment to the collar of her white blouse, the shape-shifter promptly placed the long strap of her purse upon her right shoulder. Glancing down one direction of the hall, she took a few steps off in the other and headed toward the stairs. Usually she left for meetings with only enough time to arrive and sit down before it started, but as of late she found she could never quite make it in time. Not without some source of distraction in the process, which was most unfortunate. Earlier in the year she had missed one meeting entirely due to a student calamity.
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Aside, the meeting went well and I was only a few minutes early. One of the flying children had a mishap. Pity. As for the meeting, I’m tired of them. I don’t know why I bother going, they never seem to want my input. They’ll certainly take that savage beasts words more quickly than my own. I think I’m only there to fill up chairs, make them feel important.
Hn. Look at the time. I have to go give a quiz now.
Read the rules? Can Magneto control magnetism? Though, I do have one question. I noticed late into writing the application that you've already had a Mystique, however, she didn't seem to have done much. I can change my application as much as you like, to see it fits with what she was up to, if it matters at this point. Otherwise, thanks!
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To answer your question in the meantime, you can play mystique however you want/whatever history you want. Thanks for applying! You'll be hearing from me soon!
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