#psionix

It's been a while since I've posted anything because frankly it's been school, moving, work, work and more work.

But I think I'm finally ready to share Charlie! Which is the name sake of this blog (Psionix being his hero name).

He is technically a character that exists in the comics but I've changed him so much he's basically an OC now — I like to think it's the version of Charles Xavier II in my own universe, universe-109.

Picking a random GURPS book to round out the week and landed on the sourcebook for Humanx (1987). I have a lot of fondness for this cover, by Michael Whelan, even while having no real notion of Alan Dean Foster’s Humanx Commonwealth. Turns out it is a pretty good distillation of the core concept.

The books are about, well, the Humanx Commonwealth, which is an intergalactic political body created through the partnership of humans the the mantis-like Thranx. It seems a rather optimistic sort of arrangement, with both species advancing farther symbiotically than the might have otherwise on their own. There are other sorts of aliens as well, including the lizardy, militaristic AAnn, whose empire is the Commonwealth’s primary antagonists. There’s high technology and ships and psionics (I believe this is the first attempt by the system to tackle mental powers, even), lots of setting information (there are apparently a large number of stories to draw on!) and a starter adventure.

Warnings: It's sad :(

Characters: My ocs :)

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Silence filled the room, an uncomfortable tension clear in the air as Emil glared at Wil. For once since we'd met him, Wil was at a loss for words, either still processesing what Emil said or completely in shock that he'd even ask that in the first place.

"I'm... I'm sorry could you repeat that?" Wil said, a small and hesitant version of his usual playful and carefree grin appearing on his face. But it was easy to tell it wasn't genuine due to the confused and hurt look in his eyes and the hesitancy that filled his posture.

"Why are you so horrible?" Emil repeated, but he had more to say this time, crossing his arms as he continued to speak. "You're like a nat, showing up at the worst times just to annoy us and mess with things we don't want you to."

Wil was silent once again, shifting in place as he stared at Emil. Or, more like stared through Emil, seeming lost in his thoughts. He turned his attention to his hands, messing with the rings that decorated his fingers as he continued to figure out what was going on in his mind.

After a few uncomfortable moments Wil finally seemed to come up with a response, "I'm not a bad kid." He said, voice quiet and unsure, "I don't know why I do this."

You could see the exact moment that Emil remembered that Wil was still a kid, the moment he remembered that he was just another kid who got unfairly used by Arya. An orphan who didn't know anything but the chaos his power forced him to know and live with. But before Emil could get another word out, Wil had disappeared into the shadows once again.