|Charles Francis Xavier (charlesfrancis) wrote,|
@ 2011-08-09 13:42:00
Teacher, geneticist, former soldier and secret agent Charles Francis Xavier is a man out of time. Born with a genetic mutation which was activated by a freak storm when he was a child, he was a telepath and a mutant in a time where there were nearly zero mutants in the world. He met Nazi concentration camp survivor Erik Lehnsherr, another rare mutant with power over magnetism, and together they forged a deep friendship and a team of the handful of others like themselves that existed in their time. Althogh they would never admit it, much less speak the words out loud, the bond between these two men became something greater than friendship, the kinship of mutancy or their shared goals. Charles and Erik began a sexual relationship with powerful emotional ties that lasted until they disappeared during a search and recovery mission in the jungles of Brazil.
This team of mutants was associated with a secret branch of the CIA, and they often worked hand in hand with SHIELD. A lot of their efforts went towards hunting down exiled Nazi scientists, their work and any derivates of it. It was during one such mission that Charles and Erik ended up alone in the Brazilian jungle, running for their lives. The jungle wasn't exactly a place where Erik's magnetic powers thrived, and Charles had been injured and was paralyzed from the waist down. Erik would not hear of leaving him behind, and so he carried his dear friend on foot, leaving him vulnerable to an attack by one Nathaniel Essex and his small army of mutates. The battle had taken the lives of the rest of their team already. Somehow Essex didn't seem to want them dead although, judging by Xavier's spinal injury, he didn't appear to be very particular about the state they were captured in other than that.
In fact, the man also known as the Sinister Doctor, or simply Mister Sinister, had detected Charles and Erik were the most powerful of their group, and with the most interesting mutations as far as he was concerned. He had dreamt of finding live specimens such as these, and now he would have them. They were captured, Erik overwhelmed by mere brawn and sheer force of numbers and without one metal object to use as a weapon, and the soon to succumb to shock Charles in too much pain to focus his telepathic abilities. Certain they were going to die, Charles did manage to send one last thought to his longtime companion's mind. Erik, my love. It was the first and only time he had used the word. Then everything went black.
Cut to a little over four decades later, when a series of mysterious and unexplainable freak storms started occurring in tandem all over the globe. These storms hit wherever there were people with dormant X-genes, kick starting their mutation process wherever they may be so long as they were exposed to them. However, in the case of individuals who for some reason already had a working X-gene, even a partially active one, something even freakier happened. Incidences of a bizarre occurrence of technicolor ball lightning would burst into being wherever they were, even indoors or, as was the case with Erik and Charles (and Essex), underground.
Lightning struck their bodies inside their suspended animation nutrient vats, awakening the sleeping mutants in their watery crypts. Aware after all those years, Charles reached out for a familiar mind and found it. His powers were oddly augmented. Everything seemed louder, sharper, clearer, including the mental yell of Erik demanding he get out of his head. Some things never changed. But, Erik was alive! And so was he. A hellacious metallic groaning and a torrent of liquid he could see through the glass of his prison told him Erik was freeing himself. He started banging at the thick glass with hands and feet. He could move his legs! Whoever had put them in here had fixed his spine, apparently, or the injury had been less severe than he'd feared. He was half afraid Erik would leave him here, and he couldn't see in front of him for the bubbles he was making trying to scream underwater. But the metallic groaning grew louder in his ears, and soon the thick glass that covered his pod was exploding outwards as well as Erik liberated him.
Naked, wet and sticky from the nutrient chambers, they searched for a way out. Charles sensed Sinister was nearby, and Erik put a thick metal bar right through his chest the moment they encountered him, no questions asked. They weren't taking any chances. Little did they know Sinister would merely wake up some time later, look at the gaping hole in his chest and exclaim how interesting as he pried himself loose of the metal bar. But by then his oldest captives were long gone.
Charles Xavier is in for a hard spell of culture shock, to say the least. He had gone to sleep circa 1965, it was now 2011 and he hadn't aged a day, but the world sure as hell hadn't slowed down even a little. Everything he had ever known had passed him by. Where to go from here? How would he reclaim his fortune, and the land of his forefathers? Would they continue the fight? Was there anyone left for them to fight after all this time? Life was full of questions, including a more pressing and a lot more personal one. How would Erik react to his little parting words four decades ago? He hoped to have his oldest living and most trusted friend by his side in this brave, scary new world.
It is said that it's Xavier's indomitable willpower that which makes him the world's strongest telepathic mind. He is brilliant, intelligent, cultured, soft-spoken, and he believes above all things in peaceful coexistence, preferring all forms of peaceful resolution of conflict over violence and altercation. This is not to say he won't play dirty if necessity dictates that course of action. He will gracefully bend when confronted with situations that affect him personally, but he can be quite the fierce adversary when the people he cares about or that are under his charge are threatened. Charles tries to always be the voice of reason, but this is because his powerful mind is ever considering consequence and repercussions, always thinking five moves ahead or more instead of reacting in the heat of the moment. One may argue this is why he and Erik make such a good team, because they balance each other out.
Flirty by nature, although he is very bad at it, Charles was once quite the lothario. However, he was always at heart a one human (or mutant) man. His heart belongs to a certain master of magnetism, and he wouldn't have it any other way. There is no such thing as taking for granted his mercurial lover's affections, and his better half loves the challenge of getting past Charles' mind and bringing forth the burning passions hidden beneath his maddeningly calm and collected exterior. Or at least, he hopes so.
Even before the fullness of his powers, Charles possessed a telepathic mind of the first order, able to read and project thoughts, communicate with others psionically, manipulate thoughts and memories, control the actions of others, and mentally induce pain, paralysis, or unconsciousness in other people. He is also able to project his astral form to enter and affect the psychic plane. He is only limited by his own imagination. The 2011 storms amplified his powers and greatly expanded his telepathic abilities' range of contact.
PB: James McAvoy