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mind_over_metalCharacter: Charles Xavier (a.k.a. Professor X)
Series: X-Men: First Class (movie)
Character Age: 30
Job: Camper/Telepathic-Toucan Unity Show Choir Director
Canon: Have you ever felt... different? Like you just didn't fit in? Based on the classic comic book series, X-Men: First Class takes us back to 1962 and tells the story of an emerging minority: mutants, people whose "differences" are things like "can shoot lasers out of his eyes" or "has blue skin and a tail." Mostly, though, mutants are people struggling with being hated and feared just for being themselves. Enter one Charles Xavier, ageeky TOTALLY GROOVY Oxford University graduate who just wanted to drink beer, hit on girls with his one nerdy pick-up routine, and study genetics -- and who also happened to be an incredibly powerful telepath. Then, the CIA came seeking his scientific expertise regarding rumors of people with super-evolved powers. Seeing the opportunity to both find other mutants like himself and change society's view of mutants for the better, he jumped at the chance -- and the rest is history. (Literally. Did you know that the Cuban Missile Crisis was caused by mutants? Trufax.)
Witty, cheerful, and compassionate, Charles is dedicated to peaceful relations between humans and mutants. While his idealism and aristocratic manner can make him seem naive, he's resolute and no fool. He's also hardly flawless -- his arrogance and privilege have tripped him up more than once, and his usual articulateness provides him no immunity against some horrible flare-ups of foot-in-mouth syndrome. But even huge blows to both his heart and body -- being betrayed and left wheelchair-bound by his dearest friend -- aren't about to cause him to abandon the struggle for harmony between humanity and mutantkind. After all, mutants were just born this way, and Charles has faith that it will get better.
Sample Entry:
First of all, I will not be popping a wheelie, so we can all stop distracting ourselves with that thought. Neither am I inviting advice or assistance in "pimping my ride," as groovy as that idea sounds. While one day I probably will seek an upgrade to my current chair, please content your minds with the knowledge that for now, I have no need to be defying gravity. As with many things, sometimes it’s best to take it one step at a time- figuratively speaking, and learn to crawl before you walk, so to speak... In any case, this is hardly the reason that I’m here.
My name is Charles Xavier, and I am to lead this show choir dedicated to fostering a greater understanding between our native population and our campers. I will be the first to confess to you that I have no musical training whatsoever, but that's why you're here. We need your voices, both the ones that sing out to the world and the one that are here inside our heads. The real voices inside our heads, I should note. Don't trust the ones that you think you hear telling you that anything having to do with your Welsh classmate's sheep doesn't count after the tenth beer.
If we could all please open our music folders -- the physical ones, everyone. Toucans, no peeking through your neighbours' optical nerves. Please make sure that you have everything, which according to this list is "I Am What I Am," "I Will Survive," and "We Are Family." And if you’ll pardon my saying as much, from someone who’s a little behind the times here, it’s fantastic to see that the future has such wonderful musical options that fit our theme so very well.
Also, as we get started, I would like to remind our toucan friends that it is very bad etiquette to inflict one's earworms on everyone within projecting range, no matter how appropriate "La la la la la la la la I can't get you out of my head" may strike you. I expect a little respect and an appropriate level of focus given the significance of this endeavor to create harmony between the difference factions here. And to the rest of you, I know that this is the first time that some of you have ever directly worked with telepaths. I understand that it might be intimidating, particularly for those of you lacking in any sort of similarly heightened ability, and I do know of the history of this camp's toucans not always being particularly kind.
Remember, my friends: you are beautiful, in every single way. Birds can't bring you down.
Voting here.
Series: X-Men: First Class (movie)
Character Age: 30
Job: Camper/Telepathic-Toucan Unity Show Choir Director
Canon: Have you ever felt... different? Like you just didn't fit in? Based on the classic comic book series, X-Men: First Class takes us back to 1962 and tells the story of an emerging minority: mutants, people whose "differences" are things like "can shoot lasers out of his eyes" or "has blue skin and a tail." Mostly, though, mutants are people struggling with being hated and feared just for being themselves. Enter one Charles Xavier, a
Witty, cheerful, and compassionate, Charles is dedicated to peaceful relations between humans and mutants. While his idealism and aristocratic manner can make him seem naive, he's resolute and no fool. He's also hardly flawless -- his arrogance and privilege have tripped him up more than once, and his usual articulateness provides him no immunity against some horrible flare-ups of foot-in-mouth syndrome. But even huge blows to both his heart and body -- being betrayed and left wheelchair-bound by his dearest friend -- aren't about to cause him to abandon the struggle for harmony between humanity and mutantkind. After all, mutants were just born this way, and Charles has faith that it will get better.
Sample Entry:
First of all, I will not be popping a wheelie, so we can all stop distracting ourselves with that thought. Neither am I inviting advice or assistance in "pimping my ride," as groovy as that idea sounds. While one day I probably will seek an upgrade to my current chair, please content your minds with the knowledge that for now, I have no need to be defying gravity. As with many things, sometimes it’s best to take it one step at a time- figuratively speaking, and learn to crawl before you walk, so to speak... In any case, this is hardly the reason that I’m here.
My name is Charles Xavier, and I am to lead this show choir dedicated to fostering a greater understanding between our native population and our campers. I will be the first to confess to you that I have no musical training whatsoever, but that's why you're here. We need your voices, both the ones that sing out to the world and the one that are here inside our heads. The real voices inside our heads, I should note. Don't trust the ones that you think you hear telling you that anything having to do with your Welsh classmate's sheep doesn't count after the tenth beer.
If we could all please open our music folders -- the physical ones, everyone. Toucans, no peeking through your neighbours' optical nerves. Please make sure that you have everything, which according to this list is "I Am What I Am," "I Will Survive," and "We Are Family." And if you’ll pardon my saying as much, from someone who’s a little behind the times here, it’s fantastic to see that the future has such wonderful musical options that fit our theme so very well.
Also, as we get started, I would like to remind our toucan friends that it is very bad etiquette to inflict one's earworms on everyone within projecting range, no matter how appropriate "La la la la la la la la I can't get you out of my head" may strike you. I expect a little respect and an appropriate level of focus given the significance of this endeavor to create harmony between the difference factions here. And to the rest of you, I know that this is the first time that some of you have ever directly worked with telepaths. I understand that it might be intimidating, particularly for those of you lacking in any sort of similarly heightened ability, and I do know of the history of this camp's toucans not always being particularly kind.
Remember, my friends: you are beautiful, in every single way. Birds can't bring you down.
Voting here.
