HI!

Author's note: Hi ^^ I've been working on this fanfiction on and off for a little over a year. I was scared to post it because it kind of sucked. I've cut a lot of crap out of it, so its sort of better now.

This is the first X-Men fanfiction I've ever written. Its kind of a jumble of a whole bunch of different versions of the X-Men. Its not really going to follow the story line of any X-Men media in particular, so some of the event timings might be off. Such as M siku if I decide if I decide to include it. The character ages are also just kind of random. There's just some people I wanted to...

Chapter 1

In a large mansion, inayofuata to the Atlantic coast, a bald man watched as several teens battled against robotic clawed tentacles, flying saw-like blades, crushing walls and lasers. What normally would’ve been impossible for any person to even think of defeating, a group of teens were there, battling the robotic fiends. Unlike most people however, the group fighting were known as mutants. They were humans, but unlike most humans, they possessed unique abilities. Watching from up above, a blue furred mutant that greatly resembled a large gorilla, a muscular gruff man with big sideburns...

Okay for your characters here's what is required.

Name:
alias/codename:
age:
race/species(if anything other than human/mutant ex alien):
height:
powers:
appearance:
Personality:
affiliate(brotherhood,X-men,weapon x:
Brief Bio:

I'll go ahead and do some of my characters

Name:Jacob Gideon Pressol (unknown to him)
alias/codename:Fang(goes kwa Fang),Wingman,Weapon XIII,Fang Creed, Jakob Gideon, Gideon Jacobs,etc.
age:unknown (looks to be 14)
race/species: Caucasian
height:5'2"
powers:healing factor, heightened senses,wings, retractable adamantium claws(come out of each finger)
appearance:athletic muscular build,...

**This story's content has been edited for those underaged Fanpopers who may read this**

~Chapter One~
A Second’s Reaction

“Remind me again why I’m here,” I said, pushing thick chocolate, almost black, strands of hair back from my face.

When I looked back to the man my statement was met with a frown.

“I told wewe why, a hundred times,” he said, the blue of his eyes flashing at me. Even at his six two I nearly matched his height standing five ten and a full six feet in the boots I wore. “I needed your help. wewe were the only I could turn too.”

I sighed. Owen, not an ugly man kwa any...