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{{Tab}} | {{Tab}}Fewer places are as middle of nowhere as Iowa, but even the middle of nowhere is a harsh place when you aren't athletic, handsome, or socially adept. Faelan fell into the category of being social pariah since he was young, being smaller and more clumsy than the wide variety of corn fed farm boys that he went to school with, and he wasn't the best or brightest at anything. As the years went by, it just led to him being the one picked on, and he just tended to hide in the back of class and did his best to be left alone. | ||
Puberty just made things worse, as on top of the social awkwardness and in general shyness, hormones raged and ravaged the minds and bodies of the children, as well as awakened things within them that they had previously never discovered about themselves. This led to Faelan receiving yet worse than before, as shunning and mockery extended into physical violence and he visited the nurses office and had more bruises and black eyes than he could ever hope for, until his every day at school was miserable, as whatever his parents and teachers did, the matters never changed. One day when he was receiving his weekly beating, his fear and suffering surged through him and his dormant x gene finally awoke, unleashing its power upon his tormentors. | |||
When he finally came out of his crying enough to realize that his tormentors were gone, he couldn't quite figure what had happened. He hadn't heard them go away, and they hadn't been chased off by anything. They were just gone, though he figured it was possible that he just hadn't noticed. The next days when he had gone back to classes, they still had been missing. It wasn't till the end of the week that word had been heard of any of them, and after phone calls had come in from around the world, angry parents had come to his home banging at the door with pitchforks and torches to get the mutie! | |||
His own parents were afraid of him, and as they pushed their middle school child out the door into the waiting arms of the mob, his untrained powers kicked into overdrive, the house disappearing, various mob members ceasing to be there as torches fell, and finally as it became too much, he simply was gone. | |||
Faelan woke up in a city he didn't know, with people he couldn't understand. He couldn't have told the difference between Zimbabwe and Timbuktu, and the more he was scared, the faster he kept blinking through the world until he was too exhausted, both mentally and physically, to go anywhere else. Sitting in some forest, under a night sky he sat crying and alone, as a voice filled his mind, promising comfort and care. The calming presence kept his mind from feeling the terror as a jet he couldn't recognize hovered overhead and odd looking people in weird outfits descended via ropes to recover him. | |||
The Xavier Institute was as well protected and as calming of a place as his fragile mind could ask for, as he received the therapy that he would need to make up for years of problems his life had provided him. Yet it also gave him the education that powers like his would force upon him whether he wanted it or not. Geography, navigation, astronomy and survival skills were prioritized for him, as he would need them if his powers triggered on himself. After years of training there, he still avoided time in the danger room as much as he could, his instructors concerned about where he, other students, or their equipment might end up under stress events. He could be a danger to himself or others after all, and it was slow going in making progress controlling it. Still he couldn't ask for a better place to be, and he probably wouldn't even be alive today without the training he’s received. Now if only some day he will cease to be failing or lost, then he may be a valuable member of the team, and not just a danger. | |||
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