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BASICS

Name: Leon Burch

Nickname(s): N/A

DOB: September 29th, 1963

Age: 35

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Sexuality: Uncertain

Traits: ( + ) Intelligent, Calm, Level-headed, Wise ( - ) Know-it-all, Short tempered, Brash

Occupation: Therapist

Family: Unknown

APPEARANCE

Height: 6′3

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown

Ethnicity: Black

Nationality: American

Aesthetic: Sterile rooms, monochromatic, black jackets, silver chain, clean cut, dark neutrals

Tattoos: None.

Piercings: None.

Scars: Scar running through his left eyebrow from combat

BACKGROUND

Leon was born in California, September of 1963. His Mother, a widow, died in childbirth. No immediate family was available or capable of taking in a newborn baby, so into the system he went. 

It wasn’t more than two years before Leon was adopted by, at the time, what he thought were parents. But, he wouldn’t be so lucky. He had become part of some Government underground organization that left him in the grasp of the Government to be trained and molded to their will. 

When Leon was six, his intelligence was starting to show. He was far above the levels of comprehension that he should have been as a child, and put forth little effort in most training session, grasping things on a level even the Government officials didn’t understand. 

Naturally, they had the resources to have his intelligence tested, and it was discovered that he was, objectively speaking, a genius. His IQ was higher than average, brushing similar levels like Einstein, and more greats. They wasted no time putting it to their use, testing Leon on anything and everything they possibly could. 

As he grew, things got easier and easier for Leon, and he found himself growing bored. He preferred to not try, and to be free of the responsibility that came with the never ending effort to be the best. Why try when he just was?

Eventually, Leon was approached by Linda about MRD, and the opportunity it could present him. He was a strong young man, intelligent and bold. He seemed like the perfect candidate for her test. The benefits? He could become a mutant, powerful and nearly unstoppable to most. The possible risks? He could die. Leon felt the odds were worth letting Linda do her experiments. It wasn’t as if he had all that much to lose. 

He was one fo the first few to be experimented on. He watched the others die. He watched how agonizing it was, and how their bodies basically collapsed from the inside as this foreign DNA was injected into them. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t scare him, but there was little chance he could bow out now. When it was his turn, they injected him, and they waited. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Nothing happened. Nothing except the way his mind seemed to morph everyone else’s. Suddenly, he was in complete control of every situation, and he loved it. 

His stint with such power was short lived, but they soon trained him to use his new found power. Not for good, no. The MRD was never about doing good that’s what x-men were for. But, they gave him near complete control over his abilities through any means necessary. He was powerful enough to win a fight without lifting a finger. 

The one success story because two, then three, and so on and so forth until Linda had gathered seven of them, and created her own little task force. 

Leon became a therapist. Not necessarily out of passion. He was nosy, he liked hearing about people’s stories, whether they were useful or not. But, he was also a great therapist with minimal effort. He knew, by some moral code kept by society, he wasn’t meant to interfere with other people’s minds in therapy sessions. But, there were times it felt necessary, and so he would wipe their concerns and anxieties from their minds. Mend their depressive episodes with ease, and they’d consider him a miracle worker. All it really was, was. a transferred thought. But, if it kept them coming back and him in business, so be it. 

There’s a new task at hand with the unfolding mutant situation. They’re tasked with, mostly, watching and waiting. Two things Leon is impressively good at. 

BASICS

Full Name: Danica Reznik Nickname(s): Dani, ‘Jane Doe’ Age: 22 DOB: October 31st, 1976 Zodiac Sign: Scorpio sun, Libra moon, Pisces ascendant Sexuality: Unsure Traits: reserved, skittish, quick-tempered, affectionate, bitter, determined Occupation: Essex House survivor Student at Xavier’s Family: Ivan and Sofia Reznik, parents; Klaudia, Amalia, and Lukas Reznik, younger siblings.

APPEARANCE

Height: 5’4” Eye Color: green/hazel Ethnicity: White Nationality: American Aesthetics: messy blonde braids, oversized clothing and hunched shoulders, fading bruises, candy wrappers torn to confetti. Tattoos: None Piercings: None Scars: So many. Anywhere she’s grown a bone through the skin and retracted it without cleaning and bandaging the wound, or anywhere a bone spike has remained external for an extended period of time, there’s a scar. Additionally, she has a permanent pair of bone antlers growing from her skull thanks to a series of ‘experiments’ at Essex.

HISTORY

The early years of Dani’s life passed in relative normalcy; she was born the first of four children to a Czech immigrant couple in Providence, Rhode Island, and spent her childhood running around the suburb they lived in befriending anyone who’d stop long enough to talk to her. Kids her own age, their parents, the mailman, no one was too big or too small for a healthy dose of Dani’s cheerful chatter. At school her teachers despaired of ever getting her to keep quiet for an entire class period, but most simply encouraged her to write things down and save them for later rather than reprimand the one little girl almost everyone liked.

When she was nine, Dani made her first real best friend - a boy named Matteo, who’d just moved into their school district when he was placed with a new foster family. The two quickly became inseparable, and for four years they played together, studied together, shared secrets and planned adventures without a thought to all the ways the world might separate them.

That separation came far too soon, provoked by a middle school bully who couldn’t resist making Dani a target, though she no longer remembers why. The other boy got too close, made a threat that was a little too genuine, and all of a sudden Matteo is between her and the bully while the florescent lights overhead burst like balloons. Everyone in the room stares, but Dani’s eyes are full of wonder and admiration rather than the fear that seems to have struck their classmates and teachers.

Of course they hustle Matteo to the principal’s office to wait for his foster parents; Dani doesn’t want to stay behind in class, but the teacher insists and so she grabs Matteo’s hand and promises she’ll wait for him at their bus stop the next morning. And she would have, if only she’d gotten the chance, but when she tells her own parents what happened they tell her in no uncertain terms never to go near ‘that boy’ again. Her father says he’s dangerous, her mother says they won’t let him go back to school tomorrow anyway, and Dani begins to realize that she may never see her best friend again.

Her own mutation makes itself known later that evening, when her father catches her trying to sneak out a window and grabs her arm to pull her back inside. Furious and distraught, Dani barely feels the bone pushing through her skin until Ivan lets out a yell of pain and jumps back clutching his now bleeding hand. She is dangerous now too, and with very little deliberation Ivan and Sofia make their choice: she can’t stay.

One phone call and a four hour drive later, Danica Reznik becomes a resident of the Essex House, and her former life becomes little more than a memory. Through it all she thinks of Matteo, looks for him in every new face she sees, sighs with relief every time a dark-haired boy turns around and isn’t him. Wherever he is, it has to be better than here.

BASICS

Name: Timothée Alluard Picard

Nickname(s): Moth, Picard, anything but Tim

DOB: 26 June 1851

Age: 23/137

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Sexuality: Homosexual 

Traits: ( + ) Disciplined, Organized, Practical, Wise ( - ) Dry, Private, Solemn, Morbid, French

Occupation: Assistant Mortician 

Family: Arthur Alluard (Father) — Deceased, Odette Alluard (Mother) — Deceased 

APPEARANCE

Height: 5′8″

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Brown

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: Ethnicity

Aesthetic: https://www.pinterest.com/vexishere/character-timoth%C3%A9e/

Tattoos: None

Piercings: None

BIOGRAPHY

I — 1851 to 1870. 

Arthur and Odette Alluard gave birth to their one and only son in the middle of Paris, France in 1852. The family was relatively wealthy given that at the time Arthur owned his shop and his mother was a popular dress designer and tailor. The boy was named after his father. Arthur was different from the moment that he was gone. He didn’t have many worries. As a child, he mostly stayed home and read books. Neither of his parents thought anything bad of it. Eventually he’d take over his father’s business. Arthur barely paid attention to the world around him, a book in his hand. People called him soft, they whispered about him behind his backs, wondered when his parents would have a child who was more serious. But the Alluards loved their child and didn’t care if his head was in the clouds most of the time. 

Education was very important to the Alluard family and they wanted their boy to have a good education. Arthur had always wanted to become a writer. His parents let him write books in journals and on scrap paper. One day he’d write a book that would be in every household. He was a brilliant student though not the best. Arthur was slated to attend a university and be on his way to becoming the author he always dreamed he would be. 

But then Napoleon III declared war and Arthur was sent off to war. Books though, they might mention war, but they never prepared him for the carnage that was the battlefield. He was smart enough to stay away from a lot of the danger for a while at least. Arthur was young enough to just be the aide to a general at first. The Germans invaded Paris. Then he was sent on the front lines. So many people had died and Arthur knew it was his time as well. He’d die defending his country, like so many other people. 

Thankfully, Arthur doesn’t remember how it happened. The last few memories of his life were of loud and bloody. The bullet hit him in the front. He was killed in battle. 

And then...  

II — 1870-1916.

...he woke up.

Arthur does not know how many days later it was that he woke up, but there were dead bodies all around him and the scent of blood in the air. He didn’t know how he managed to wake up. It wasn’t possible. The dead didn’t wake up. No one else woke up. He’d been dead. Then he was suddenly awake. It wasn’t possible. 

He was scared. 

So he ran. 

He forged some documents and ran. 

He went south, stayed in France.

His name didn’t matter. 

His identity didn’t matter. 

He was given a second chance, but he didn’t know what to do with it. It had to be a fluke. He was sure of that. So he kept his head down and didn’t make waves in his second life. He lived his life to the fullest as much as he could, but the confusion of even having a second life was strange. 

But he wouldn’t give up having a second life for anything. 

Until there was another war. 

He didn’t last long. 

Two years. 

Then he was dead again. 

III. 1916-1962. 

His third life was different. It took a long time for his body to regenerate. He woke up two years later in a coffin and it took a while for him to get out of it. 

His third life was nothing special. He spent the majority of it living in the French countryside. He forged new papers and had a new identity. He fell in love. He fought in another war and this time didn’t die. But eventually he died, this time of natural causes at home, with the man he loved, Denis Picard, beside him. 

IV. 1962-1994.

And so Timothée Alluard was born. Although it was weird using his last name again, it felt right for this life, this time. 

With his fourth life, nothing interesting happened. Moth spent most of it travelling and seeing the world before he didn’t have an opportunity not to do that. He went all over the world. 

Eventually, he came to America, hoping to see it before moving on. Except it was a tragic accident he was involved in that caused them to die a fourth time. 

V. 1994-1998.

Timothée really loved cities, though was strange for him to be in America. It was dying again that made him reach out to Charles Xavier. He knew there were other people like him of course, but he never really did seek them out before because he had other things to do, other lives to live.

Although he has money over the years from living as long as he has, Timothée got bored doing nothing. He took a job at the bookstore and is a student at Xavier’s. Though they really don’t know what they want to do now that they’re on their fifth life. 

When it comes to mutant business, he sides with Xavier. He’s seen enough battle and war that he doesn’t want to fight anymore. Not with mutants or non-mutants, but he also knows that he’d give up his life to make a new generation of mutants happy and safe. Right now he believes that both can exist in co-harmony if given the chance, so he’ll help with Institute business whenever he has a free moment. Timothée truly believes in the cause and doesn’t think the Brotherhood is right. He was appalled when the news about Essex House came out. 

In his day to day life, Timothée tends to live to the fullest. He doesn’t take too many risks in life because he doesn’t know what life will be his last, but he believes there’s no point in wasting his mutation by living in fear. He is afraid to love again, so he does tend to shield himself from romantic relationships. Timothée would rather have a life worth living in case it’s his last, even if it means dying to make sure that his friends don’t die. 

tldr; 

BASICS

Name: Holland May Bright

Nickname(s): Holly

DOB: 15 June 1978

Age: 20

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Sexuality: Unknown

Traits: ( + ) Quiet, Curious, Accepting, Youthful ( - ) Sarcastic, Guarded, Jaded, Sheltered

Occupation: Intern at Essex/Roller Rink Employee

Family: Daniel Bright (Father) — Living, Morgan Bright (Mother) — Living, Cassidy Bright (Older Sister) — Living, Daniel Junior Bright (Older Brother) — Living 

APPEARANCE

Height: 5′3

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Red

Ethnicity: White 

Nationality: American

Aesthetic: https://www.pinterest.com/vexishere/character-holland/

Tattoos: None 

Piercings: None, she wears clip on earrings 

BIOGRAPHY

Daniel Bright and Morgan Lee met in college where Daniel was studying to be a geneticist and Morgan was studying biology. The two only met because they both had a work ethic that was better than most of the other students at the college. They quickly found that they both liked to be in the labs at the same time and started hanging out outside of working on their own projects. Though they had few friends, it was no surprise to anyone that the two of them started dating and got married. Both of them landed jobs in their field after graduating with PhDs from Columbia. Not long after Cassidy was born and the family moved to a comfortable brownstone in Manhattan. Three years after Cassidy came their son, Daniel. Holland was a bit of an accident, but none the less an excitement to the family. By the time Holland was born, both Daniel and Morgan knew about the existence of mutants, given their respective scientific fields and they were both terrified of anything different. So they sheltered their children. 

While Holland’s childhood was particularly boring and not very interesting. At least until 1983. Although the Brights did their best to shelter their children from the news, the two older children were able to pick up on what was going on around them. Holland, being too young to understand, had no idea what was going on though, which was fine enough for her parents. Holland’s life mostly didn’t change, but she noticed her parents pulling away from society. She and her siblings weren’t given the freedom they once had been. When the Essex House opened, Daniel and Morgan both secured jobs there. From then Holland’s life changed even more. 

Instead of going to school like a normal child, the Bright family decided to hire vetted teachers and tutors to teach their kids. The staff at the Bright house were all closely watched through bodyguards and other staff members spying on each other. Anything stranger or unusual was reported on by other staffers and then the guilty party was fired. So from a young age the only constant in Holland’s life was that her parents were always gone and she wasn’t allowed to do anything. Most media was banned from their house, so she learned to draw, learned to entertain herself with whatever her parents did allow in the house. Holland grew up hearing arguments between her older siblings and her parents about how they were prisoners in their own home, yet they still had more freedoms to leave than Holland ever had. But it was the only thing she’d ever known, so how could she complain? 

Holland always felt like a bit of an outsider among her family members, though she never knew why, nor would she get an explanation for years. Her life was a constant state of not feeling like she could trust or talk to anyone. She grew into a kid surrounded by money, surrounded by people, but isolated and lonely to a point that she was sure other people didn’t live like this. Years and years of asking her parents why they weren’t allowed to leave the house without body guards or why they had to learn from tutors rather than school like some people, or why they even had a television if it wasn’t allowed to be turned on and she got no answers. 

At least not until she was fifteen. Her siblings had moved out by then, it was only Holland and her parents. They told her there were monsters in the world. People capable of harming her without touching her. Some of them looked like regular humans while others were monstrous beings. Holland was told she was safe at home, safe behind closed doors and away from the general public. “We’re doing everything we can to protect you from them,” her mom said, misty eyed. And who was Holland to distrust anything her mom said? “We want to stop these monsters from hurting people,” her dad told her. Holland believed her. Her parents gave her more freedoms then, more books to read and information about the world around her, even if it was all a lie. 

At seventeen, Holland was finished with school and her parents allowed her to go off to college. The world was different than Holland expected though. Open and positive. She quickly found out she liked music and video games, brightly colored clothing in comparison to all the drab stuff her parents made her wear. She made friends. If there were monsters, Holland couldn’t find them. Her parents wouldn’t have lied to her, she was sure of it. All they’d ever done was protect her and her siblings. Even Cassidy and Daniel told her the world was a dangerous place. Still, Holland didn’t see any of that, she only saw the wide wonderful world. She moved in with some people from college later that year, though her parents were not happy about it, they made her a deal: when she was eighteen, she’d work as an intern with Essex. Holland agreed. To earn her own keep though, she got a job at the roller rink. 

Two years of working for Essex hadn’t changed much of Holland. In fact, she’s almost certain that her parents lied to her. What monsters were there in the world? Who had they been talking about? Nineteen is when it changed for her. Holland met one of the “monsters” her parents had spoken about, but the real kick to the teeth? Holland was one of them too. As the other mutant got close to her, Holland was able to mimic their power. Scared of her own self, she ran off without even talking to the other mutant. Had her parents known? Was that why they’d kept her sheltered for all those years while her brother and sister were allowed to leave? It opened up a whole bunch of questions. 

Now twenty with Essex House publicly being destroyed, Holland is more confused than ever about who to trust. She’s one of the monsters too and her power can be dangerous. Holland also has no idea how to control it. What the limitations of it are or anything of that nature. She puts a brave face on though, goes through her day pretending like nothing is wrong when her own reality is crumbling before her. 

this is def tldr;

Anamika doesn’t remember much of her years before the government adopted her. There’s zero memories of her parents, no pictures, no gifts given to her, just blank. But she does remember bits and pieces of her grandmother. A kind older woman who always calls her love. Then she’s gone, dies due to old age, and Anamika is left alone in the world. She’s sent to a local orphanage in Wisconsin, the most she brings with her is a bookbag full of clothes and fat tears that don’t stop falling.

She remains at this orphanage for a year before someone adopts her. Some guy, tells her his name is Lucas and that he’s going to take her to a new family. It’s all a lie, she’s taken to a boarding school and she barely ever sees this Lucas man. Instead, she sees a bunch of kids around her age and teachers who scream at her. It feels like hell, she cries for her grandmother, saying that she hates it here and that she’s so lonely. That she’ll never find anyone who will love her like her grandmother. Until she meets her, Makali. Two years older than Anamika, the nine year old wipes away her tears and smiles down at her. “It’s okay! You’re not alone because you have me now!” Just an ordinary nine year old, she appears as an angel to Anamika.

The two become instant best friends and stick to each other the entire time. The two help each other with training and sometimes, Makali helps Anamika with her schoolwork. No matter what they’re doing, Anamika smiles because she has Makali at her side. Nothing could hurt her ever.

As the years go on and the two become closer, Anamika realizes something about herself: that she has feelings for Makali and that she likes girls in general. It takes her months to come to this conclusion. Lots of heartaches whenever Makali talks about her crushes on the boys at the boarding school or how she can’t wait to get married to some cool guy in the future. Nights spent dreaming of holding Makali’s hand, kissing Makali, just everything Makali! It’s frustrating because she’s always thinking of her, goodness!

Out of fear of rejection, Anamika keeps her feelings to herself. Her friendship with Makali means more than some stupid feelings that will disappear soon enough. She’ll get over this silly crush and find some pretty girl to date, yeah. Exactly that! Unfortantely for her, the feelings don’t simply go away, they stay there, always reminding her that Makali is the only one for her. God this sucks.

Two years later and she’s waving bye to Makali as the other graduates and becomes an official agent. It’s great to see her best friend but it sucks because she’s all alone. She spent most of her life with Makali by her side, will she be okay for two years without her? Well, she does alright without her! Gets good grades, her teachers praise her during her combat classes, she’s good. Great even! And it’s the motivation of living with Makali in two years that get her by. The two girls made a promise that once they both graduate, that they’ll get a house overseas and live together for at least ten years. It’s a dream that seems easy enough to reach.

Until she’s eighteen and the experiments start. A woman name Linda McCall enters and tells the graduates that she needs them for a top secret mission. She doesn’t like it at first until Makali is at her side, telling her that she was called to come back for this. “I heard that they’re turning us into mutants, cool right? Knowing the two of us, we’ll be fine and come out as the best mutants in the field, don’t you agree?” Anamika does agree and once again, it’s the motivation she needs to enter the testing room and get injected with the strange DNA.

Anamika and Makali enter their rooms at the same time, both smiling and telling each other see you later.

Only Anamika comes out alive.

She’s heartbroken. Her only family, best friend, and first love... gone. Within seconds. During that moment of hysteria, she does the unexpected... she transform into Makali. She doesn’t realize it until the scientists are looking at her strangely and Anamika looks into a mirror. That’s not her face, what’s going on?

A shapeshifter. With the touch of the hand, she can become whoever she wants. She should be cheering like the other three before her but all she could do was cry and lock herself into her room. When she does come out, the last of their bunch have been created and it’s time for training. She doesn’t cry anymore, she tells herself that Makali wouldn’t want her to cry like this. So she toughens it out and does what she promised her best friend: to become the strongest mutant in the field.

When their shared training ended and Linda allowed all of them to leave, Anamika goes straight into espionage work. She steals information for the government, steals the faces of whoever, and learns how to take some of their memories. For ten years she betters her ability before moving to NYC where she becomes a bartender. It’s a mission Linda gives her, to take up a job that allows her to see, meet, and talk to everyone. Oh and of course, steal their faces while she’s at it.

STATS

FULL NAME: Mori Hannah / 森 羽奈 GOES BY: Mori, Glut (only by other Sins) GENDER: Non-binary, They/Them AGE: Thirty-six D.O.B:  1962 HEIGHT: 5′7″ OCCUPATION: Private Masseur MUTATION: absorption 

TL;DR

> Taken from neglectful parents at age three. > Raised in a government home, groomed to be a government agent and a good one at that. > They were an outgoing, bubbly child and young adult until the Seven Sins experiment’s success. Their ability takes a toll. > Works as a private masseur to the wealthy. Is very good at their job. > Has been a member of the Brotherhood for a decade. 

FULL BIO

Mori has always been left wanting. They wanted a loving home, they wanted to be important, they wanted... something. An intangible thing to want, the sort of thing they'd only recognize once they had it. 

 Born to a young couple who were not in a good place to have a child, too immature, too low on cash and too interested in having their own youth to properly raise a child. Forgotten whilst their parents indulged in their own excess, their parents barely noticed when their child was taken. 

Raised in a government home, the young happy child took to the training like a duck to water (and other such clichés). 

They were an outgoing, bubbly child and young adult.  Until the Seven Sins experiment’s success. At 23, they’d seemed to finally get that thing they wanted. It was power, it was a family of sorts, something more tightly bound than something simple like blood. Linda and the other sins are the only family Mori ever needs, ever needed. Why should they have to preen or parade around for anyone else? Of course, the only person they will put on a show for is Linda, and if Linda asks, Mori gives. 

Their mutation was absorption: the ability to take from others. Be it their energy, their life force, parts of them and when it came to mutants? They could take their ability. At first it overwhelmed them. Unable to distinguish whether they were taking their life force, ability or even parts of them, they would step back disorientated. Fragments of other’s personality lingered like a bad smell, every nerve lit up in the best way possible. When it comes to absorbing the abilities of others, they don’t simply mimic, they take. The other mutant in question loses their mutation. Entirely. It returns, of course, but can take a couple hours and is a gradual process. 

They worked for a few years simply as a masseur in NYC. Given their ability they quickly became sought after, everyone left their sessions boneless and calm and simply at ease. Building a reputation quickly, they took full advantage. Working only with the higher class (aka wealthier) clients so they can work as little as possible but still reap the benefits of a healthy pay cheque. The other reason for wanting life to be easier for themselves was their real goal in NYC.

Mori has been a part of the Brotherhood for the last decade. Slowly working their way through, befriending everyone they can in their own quiet, unobtrusive way, simply waiting for the call from Linda.

CONNECTIONS

BROTHERHOOD!  They have been a member of the BH for a decade. Let’s plot.

CLIENTS! Wealthier the better.

BASICS

Name: Christopher Axel Patton

Nickname(s): Chris

DOB: 6 October 1963

Age: 34

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Sexuality: Straight

Traits: ( + ) Tolerant, Honest, Good Listener, Friendly ( - ) Demanding, Hesitant, Idealistic, Transparent 

Occupation: Journalist at the New York Times 

Family: Minno Patton (Mother) — Living, Vienna Green (Mother) — Living, Drew Green (Younger Brother) — Living

APPEARANCE

Height: 5′8″

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown

Ethnicity: Black 

Nationality: American

Aesthetic: https://www.pinterest.com/vexishere/character-christopher/ 

Tattoos: Lavender Stalk on his right shoulder 

Piercings: None 

BIOGRAPHY

It should be known that Minno Patton never knew who the father of her child was. Some one night stand with some man in some city she was in for a few days before moving on. Minno wasn’t the type to settle down. Even when Chris was born, Minno moved from city to city with her child in tow, holding down a job for a couple of months at a time. They were never poor, but the two of them never really had a ton of spare money. The two of them had a good life though and although Chris sometimes wished for more stability in his life, he was happy and his mom made him aware that there was nothing he could ever do that would make her love him less. That turned out to be the truest statement ever too the older Chris got. 

Eventually stability did happen for the two of them, when Minno met Vienna Green and her son Drew. Chris was six. Around the same age as him, Drew and Chris got along well. The four of them ended up living together and while nothing was ever official between Minno and Vienna, the two were practically married. The two boys grew up with their family being less than typical. When Chris came out as trans at the age of ten, his mother and Vienna were supportive of him. Because ultimately, their kid being happy was more important than anything else. 

Although his parents were supportive, no one else in town really understood what their family was. Chris called Vienna mom even if she wasn’t his mother. He also called Minno mom as well, which only added to the confusion of the rest of the town. Still it didn’t change how Chris saw his family. When people bullied him and Drew, he stood up for them. When people bullied his mom, he stood up for them. From a young age, Chris understood what it was like to be different and other, so he made it a goal of his to be a light among all the darkness he saw. He was political to a fault and made sure that other people heard his opinion. The underdog always deserved to have someone on their side. His moms were proud of him. 

One thing that was always important to Chris was his education. He worked twice as hard as the rest of the students in his grade to get the best grades he could get. It wasn’t a surprise when he ended up being valedictorian at his high school graduation. Chris was a bit of a golden boy, good at sports, editor of the school paper, president of several clubs, and he still managed to hold down a job. Some people had no idea how he did it all. Chris had always been a hard worker, the type to want to make something with his name. When he was accepted into Cornell University with a full academic scholarship, Chris was happy to move from his small town to the big city. His parents and brother followed close behind after Drew graduated high school a year later.

Cornell is where he really flourished. While he wasn’t competing for a spot at top in high school, university was a whole different ballpark. Chris didn’t need to get the best grades though. He already knew he wanted to be a journalist. Writing had always been a passion of his and Chris wanted to be a voice for those that didn’t necessarily have a voice. So that’s what he studied. Even as a freshman, his major was declared and he submitted stories when he had the time to the school paper. While not all his stories were published, he did see a decent few of them in print.

His first college roommate was a man named Victor. The two of them ended up being very close, especially after Chris found out Victor was a mutant. Like he had always done, Chris made sure he knew his roommate was aware that as long as Victor didn’t hurt people on purpose, Chris respected him. From that moment on, Chris stood up for mutants. He stood by his friend’s side through thick and thin. He watched the president’s speech with distain and anger. If the general public decided they weren’t going to stand up for mutants, then Chris was going to do it, even if he was alone. 

Chris graduated from college and started a page job at the New York Times where he’s worked ever since. Now he works as a journalist. Over the last eight years, Chris’s name has been the byline on some of the more progressive opinions and articles that are pro-mutant. He’s made it his goal to make the world he lives in a more positive and accepting one. He and Victor still talk from time to time, but Victor moved out of the country, so they don’t talk as often. Yet, Chris still talks the same talk, making sure that everyone knows that his opinions won’t waver. Ever since he was a child, he has always believed that being the voice of reason and to use his own voice to spread awareness.

As much as his career has flourished, Chris’s personal life has not. He has spent the last several years focused on reporting and his career. So unlike his brother who’s gotten married and has children, Chris is still alone. In fact he really doesn’t have a relationship and hasn’t thought about that part of his life very much. He does want to start putting less time into his work and more time into his friendships and spend less time in the office. Although, he doesn’t really know how to do that since Chris believes his work is important, even if he’s just telling the truth.

Unlike most people, now that Essex house has been destroyed, Chris isn’t sitting idle. All those positive mutant organizations he’s now wary of. He has no idea if people trust or believe that his voice is genuine or not, but he’s at least trying to remain optimistic about the future. 

this is def tldr;