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actors who play the characters.
I know I haven't updated in the longest time, I had immense writer block that stop me from the whole writing a new chapter process.
Story Below:
Magneto's Lair:
Erik heart swells with pride as he watches over Mystique's training of young Pyro. A sharp cunning smile soon carved into his greatly aged skin; he could see the internal fire of hatred burning in the youth eyes.
Mystique hacking into Charles showed evidence of the teen aggressive background. There was the usual information, such as birth date, parent's names, weight, hair color, etc. But, there was more juicy tidbits that Magneto found most interesting, he always knew Charles to be nosy. His old friend had invited himself into the boy mind and inspected the deepest corners of his inner thoughts.
Name: John Aaron Allardyce
DOB: July 6, 1986
Place of birth: Miami, Florida, USA
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
Father: Frank Robert Allardyce
Mother: Nancy Rogers Allardyce
Siblings: None
Height: 5' 9"
Weight:170
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair color: Light brown
Occupation: Student
Personal traits: Always carries a Zippo lighter with him at all times.
Frank worked as a car mechanic, they used to say there wasn't a car that Frank Allardyce couldn't repair-it was Frank dream to be a owner of one of the expensive cars that he was force to fix in the shop each day. He loathed the men who drove them; "silly fuckers in suits" is what he called them.
Frank would come home after a day of work cover head to toe in oil and grease. Complaining how the system fucked him over, making him live in a pig hole on the money they paid him; but the prissy they went around chatting on their cell phones ordering some pushover to sell this or that. To Frank it was all bull, "I could do those little prissy job, wearing a blindfolded and with one arm tied behind my back" he would spit out in between gulps of alcohol. Frank had barley graduated with a C average, mostly he bully freshmen into doing his homework for him.
The only thing that rival Frank love of cars was his love of money. He was dangerously addicted to gambling, always willing to put money down for the newest sure thing. This action usually always turned south, leaving them with no money to pay the rent or buy food to eat. Most night John would go to bed, with his stomach howling in hunger pains.
When John was eight, Frank had gone out and how too much to drink. He got in an argument with a stranger over what current channel the television was on at that moment, ending with Frank standing over the man- who had now become deceased. Because Frank was intoxicated, he was given only fifteen years in maxim state prison.
Nancy was a little simpler to understand; Nancy had dropped out of school at the age of sixteen. She was a chain smoker (who went though three packs a day) and was half drunk by noon. The only food she knew how to cook was either microwave or take out. She worked the nightshift at a nearby bar and usually came home with a male customer.
Two years after Frank was sent to prison, Nancy found out she had lung cancer from her chronic smoke habit. They had no money for treatment and Nancy's cancer soon consume her weak mistreated body. John was ten when his mother passed away from cancer; the state of Florida soon put him in foster care right away.
That idea soon went sour, no one wanted John; he was an angry boy who picked fights and was always in trouble with the law. No one would take a chance on him, except the jerks that used the system for the social security checks. By the time he was twelve he had gone through twenty-four foster homes in two years.
His twenty-fifth foster home was nothing different from the others, two blue collar parents and three screaming kids. It was after a day of work that his foster father Ray came home to find John playing with his mutant power, he soon force John out of his house with a shot gun. Two days later, Xavier found John wandering the streets looking for food. After that day John remain at Xavier's school for the gifted.
"Well until I came, that is; round two to me Charles." Magneto spoke as a cold chuckle escape his thin lips.
I know I haven't updated in the longest time, I had immense writer block that stop me from the whole writing a new chapter process.
Story Below:
Magneto's Lair:
Erik heart swells with pride as he watches over Mystique's training of young Pyro. A sharp cunning smile soon carved into his greatly aged skin; he could see the internal fire of hatred burning in the youth eyes.
Mystique hacking into Charles showed evidence of the teen aggressive background. There was the usual information, such as birth date, parent's names, weight, hair color, etc. But, there was more juicy tidbits that Magneto found most interesting, he always knew Charles to be nosy. His old friend had invited himself into the boy mind and inspected the deepest corners of his inner thoughts.
Name: John Aaron Allardyce
DOB: July 6, 1986
Place of birth: Miami, Florida, USA
Sex: Male
Race: Caucasian
Father: Frank Robert Allardyce
Mother: Nancy Rogers Allardyce
Siblings: None
Height: 5' 9"
Weight:170
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair color: Light brown
Occupation: Student
Personal traits: Always carries a Zippo lighter with him at all times.
Frank worked as a car mechanic, they used to say there wasn't a car that Frank Allardyce couldn't repair-it was Frank dream to be a owner of one of the expensive cars that he was force to fix in the shop each day. He loathed the men who drove them; "silly fuckers in suits" is what he called them.
Frank would come home after a day of work cover head to toe in oil and grease. Complaining how the system fucked him over, making him live in a pig hole on the money they paid him; but the prissy they went around chatting on their cell phones ordering some pushover to sell this or that. To Frank it was all bull, "I could do those little prissy job, wearing a blindfolded and with one arm tied behind my back" he would spit out in between gulps of alcohol. Frank had barley graduated with a C average, mostly he bully freshmen into doing his homework for him.
The only thing that rival Frank love of cars was his love of money. He was dangerously addicted to gambling, always willing to put money down for the newest sure thing. This action usually always turned south, leaving them with no money to pay the rent or buy food to eat. Most night John would go to bed, with his stomach howling in hunger pains.
When John was eight, Frank had gone out and how too much to drink. He got in an argument with a stranger over what current channel the television was on at that moment, ending with Frank standing over the man- who had now become deceased. Because Frank was intoxicated, he was given only fifteen years in maxim state prison.
Nancy was a little simpler to understand; Nancy had dropped out of school at the age of sixteen. She was a chain smoker (who went though three packs a day) and was half drunk by noon. The only food she knew how to cook was either microwave or take out. She worked the nightshift at a nearby bar and usually came home with a male customer.
Two years after Frank was sent to prison, Nancy found out she had lung cancer from her chronic smoke habit. They had no money for treatment and Nancy's cancer soon consume her weak mistreated body. John was ten when his mother passed away from cancer; the state of Florida soon put him in foster care right away.
That idea soon went sour, no one wanted John; he was an angry boy who picked fights and was always in trouble with the law. No one would take a chance on him, except the jerks that used the system for the social security checks. By the time he was twelve he had gone through twenty-four foster homes in two years.
His twenty-fifth foster home was nothing different from the others, two blue collar parents and three screaming kids. It was after a day of work that his foster father Ray came home to find John playing with his mutant power, he soon force John out of his house with a shot gun. Two days later, Xavier found John wandering the streets looking for food. After that day John remain at Xavier's school for the gifted.
"Well until I came, that is; round two to me Charles." Magneto spoke as a cold chuckle escape his thin lips.