X-Men First ClassReference picture and Wiki link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X_Men_First_ClassPoint in the time-line taken:
Before being shot in the legsCharacter History:
The time for change is at hand. A new kind of people with superpowers known as mutants were slowly appearing in the world due to radiation leaks. Their numbers were small and very few people knew about their existence. And very few people cared. But that was different for a man named Charles Xavier. As a fellow mutant, Charles had great plans for the future. He dreamed of a world where they could exist together, working towards a brighter tomorrow. With that dream, he became a professor, hoping to spread his ideas. But before he could accomplish anything, a man named Shaw was beginning World War Three in order to destroy mankind and have mutants rule the world; the superior race. In that fight, he met Erik Lensherr, a man who understood his ideals even if he didn't agree with them. Together, they battled the threat of Shaw while finding more of their kind and learning more of each other. In the end, their aspirations is what set them apart forever, even if they remained at heart; best of friends. Motivation
Charles' motivation will always be the hope that mankind and mutants would unite together in order to bring about a new order; a world where prejudice is shunned and equality preserved. Canon Personality:
Charles had an idyllic life. He never wanted anything, never needed anything. He was happy with his gifts and treasured learning about them. Bright with a childish enthusiasm for exploration and communication, he has an unfortunate tendency to say whatever comes to mind without thinking about the repercussions or the feelings he might hurt. As a result, he spends his life with a considerable ego and hitting on chicks with his intellect because he can and because he feels it's all right to do whatever he wants, provided it doesn't overstep certain moral boundaries. Nothing in Charles' life could have prepared him for Erik.
However, Charles himself is not a hurtful person. He would never intentionally hurt someone, physically or emotionally. And he shows that feeling outwardly, leaving no one in doubt of his sincerity. Naive, but infinitely kind and supportive, Charles holds high hopes for everyone around him and even when he's disappointed, he continues to hold those hopes and believe in his people no matter what. He has complete faith that they can be the better men and even in the face of complete betrayal, he doesn't lose that hope. Blank Personality:
Without his perfect childhood where he never had to want or need anything, Charles will discover that he has to survive and perhaps possibly cross a moral line to do it. Despite that setback of having to perhaps hurt people to protect his team and win memories, Charles' empathy for people will still remain as he will be in tune to people's thoughts and feelings. As he continues to remain in Sabra, his need and desire to improve the world, to protect its people and work together will come out. His memories will simply affirm this natural aim to do good unto others. With only his powers and experiences in Sabra to guide him, he'll lack the sexual needs and ego he once had when he received a normal childhood, though it may resurface once he remembers, it might be relegated to the back of his mind for the bigger picture. And to Charles, he will always see the bigger picture, with or without memories since that was his goal from the very beginning of his life.Writing Sample:
His head hurt.
It was a dull throbbing, like there was too much clutter and he couldn't reach his own. It was like sinking in the sea, drowning, with no way to reach the edge. It was ... It was annoying. He pressed his fingers to his temple, massaging it slowly. He didn't even bother opening his eyes as he slowly got up. Why was everything so... noisy? Why couldn't they keep it dow--
His eyes snapped open. There was no one here. How could that be? He felt himself panicking. How could no one be here when everyone can't stop talking! He bit his lip nervously. He felt out of sorts. He didn't even feel like himself. How could he when people won't leave him alone? And he can't... can't even remember his name. Taking in a shuddering breath, he closed his eyes once more. Noises.... voices... that's not the issue here. There's no reason to get angry with anyone. All he needs to do is calm down, control himself and everything else will fall into place. That is the way, he thought to himself, that is the way to success.
He needed his own path. He didn't have time to be confused with himself. If he wasn't unsure, he could never accomplish anything. Isn't that how the world worked?
Not that he could tell right now, but it felt like the voices dimmed. Smirking a bit to himself, feeling proud, he finally reopened his eyes and scanned the room curiously. Not much. Rather dull, but a clue had to be found. There must be one! For every obstacle... he couldn't remember. But he could feel the sentiment behind it. Somewhere, out there, lies freedom, lies understanding. He wouldn't let a locked room get in the way of that.
Once again, he looked over the room, with a little more urgency. There! On the table. Some kind of metallic cylinder, shaped like a time capsule. That odd thought came and left before he could remember it and without thinking, he walked over and turned it in his hands. There was someone talking, someone with such bright blue eyes, speaking with great enthusiasm and emphasis. It felt like he was talking to
him rather than at him. It made him feel... needed. He touched his chest briefly, feeling oddly touched. The words kept being repeated over and over, but the effect never changed.
"You chose this for the good of us all," he said (and it almost seemed like there were tears
in his eyes. Why?), "Do it right."
"I chose this..." and started when he realized that their voices were identical. What did that mean? What did any of it mean? Would he ever have the chance to understand it all?
No. He shook his head. His understanding wouldn't come here, wouldn't come from a recording. If he ever wanted to get answers, it would come from the outside. Where the people are. A smile twitched on his face.
He could hardly wait.