X-Forum Extreme: roleplay

Damian stood infront of a gate, blocking the road up to a mansion. He sighed, wondering if this place was really worth what Mr. Anderson had said. Could these mutants help him...? Could these mutants help themselves? Damian pondered the thought as he stood outside the gate, and then grabbed the lock. It's metallic face grew white hot, and then burst into flames, falling away in ash. Damian screamed, the pain was near unbearable. He hated his weakness, mutants across the world used their powers at will, but it so happened that he must feel pain to use his? He had the horrid truth of being a mutate of the human race, and couldn't even have fun with it's perks.

He slowly made his way up to the mansion, grabbing the steel knocker and slamming it hard into the door several times.

Nalia walked out the room and went into the hall way

Nalia went to the front door for and went outside for a walk , then she saw Damian " hi "

Damian sat on the stairs leading up to the door, waiting to see if anyone would answer his call.

Nalia saw him and went up to him " hello"

Damian looked up at Nalia, "Oh!" he stood, patting his hand against his pants and offering Nalia his hand, "I'm Damian Highland, pleasure to meet you"

Nalia smiled and took his hand " i'm Nalia Chan , its a pleasure meeting u too"

Damian smiled, "How polite. I'm looking for the owner of this mansion, I'm told that a group of mutants reside here, I must speak with them."

"yes , mutants reside here but the owner is resting right now " Nalia thought for a moment " maybe i could help u"

"Maybe you could," Damian looked at his feet, " I was, thrown out of the orphanage awhile back, when I reached 18...I kinda don't have anywhere to go..and..well, a man reffered me to this place, he said that.."my kind" would be safe her." The wind picked up, tossing his long black duster around, its worn, dirty, edges flapping about.

"aww , how sad , i'm sure u can stay here " Nalia gave him a sweet smile " y don't u come in"

"What? Really?" Damian stepped inside, looking around, "Wow...this place is huge.." Damian turned around, smiling, "Well, this is about all I got" Damian opened his arms wide, referring to the clothes on his back, "So no luggage" Damian laughed, then returned to looking about the mansion.

Nalia giggled " thats ok , ill lend u some extra clothes to change into , are u hungry?"

"Umm, not really, " before Damian could look around again hsi stomach grumbled and he blushed, "Well, I guess I could use some food..."

Nalia laughed a bit and went into a closet near by and got some clothes for him " i think this should fit u, try them on " then she went into the kitchen to cook him somthing

Damian looked around and saw a bathroom, darting into it he donned the new clothes. Stepping from the bathroom he now wore a green T-Shirt with the word "Slayer" written across the chest, aswell as a pair of tan khakis. He smiled, they all fit well enough. Damian leaned against the kitchen door, looking in at Nalia, "Tada! They fit, thank you.." Damian smiled, turning to look about the mansion some more.

" u look good , well the food is done " she went to the table and placed the food there " enjoy" Nalia sat at the table on the opposit end

Damian sat down, starting to eat fast, gorging, then he looked up at Nalia and blushed, wiping food from his chin, "Sorry..so, Nalia, what is it you can, you know, do? Like mutant-wise?"

" ohh " Nalia looked down a bit cause of how she got her powers " well i can use the power of light like i can burn people to dust with it and enter there bodies and control , i've also got time control powers but it hurts me and if i do it for to long ill die , the pain goes staight to my heart so i got to use it wisely , what about u"

"Me? I don't think anyone's ever cared what I can do before...well..I can shoot blasts of energy from my hands, and charge objects with it, aswell as propell myself into the air, kind of like being able to jump great distances, but..whenever I use my powers..the pain is excrutiating, I can't use my powers for a long amont of time...I call myself Anima, it's latin for pain..."