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butwedonotThis used to be a part of the Schaudenfraude verse, but the writing of his personality with different characters that I decided to split this into two verses.
Changes from canon, if AU: Brian Xavier was known to the world as a wealthy nuclear scientist, married with one loving wife and one remarkably smart little boy. Quiet, stunted, a prodigy of sorts-- he seemed know the answers to all the questions he was asked, could play a jaunty tune as well as an overture so easily on the ivories. This knowledge came at a cost Charles had no choice but to pay, too young to know better, to small to properly fight. Brian Xavier was also a member of Project Black Womb; a secret government funded organization that preformed experimental on mutant babies and children in order to induce or amplify their genetic mutations. Brian had allowed Dr. Nathan Milbury free reign with his own son who had showed early signs of telepathy; however accidental the reveal may have been.
The experiments and "therapies" did amplify Charles' genetic abilities greatly-- exceptionally so for a boy his size; but the rigorous testing, the near torture that came with it, damaged his psyche in return. He became a magnificent telepath with very little control of his abilities and a skewed grip on reality. As a child it was less noticeable, children of his day an age were better 'seen and not heard'. Charles could often be found standing alone in a room, listening to the thoughts of the household, or perhaps even those as far as the closest town. With no ability to reign in his powers they grew exponentially by his early teens he could reach at least a hundred miles away from the families Westchester home.
Charles was never properly socialized, the testing of Project Black Womb continuing into his teen years; his father killed in an 'accident'; though Charles had known it had actually been at the hands of Kurt Marko. He had known the moment he saw those thoughts drifting through his mind, that cloying grasp for Brian's money-- and how easy it would be to manipulate Charles' mother; the fool she would become without Brian. He had been right, the death of Charles' father had turned Sharon into shambles, a drunken idiot who paid little attention to her son. Why should he? He hardly asked for it anymore, he had learned long ago that would do no good, standing in the doorway watching her drink herself into a coma every evening. Charles could have told his father, of course, spared him such things-- but his mind hadn't found it of interest. Why should he save Brian when the man brought him to this torture? The injections, the tests, the broken bones, the pain, Charles hair cut in such a way to hide the patches shaved off where the electrodes were so frequently buried into his skin. No anesthetic, Charles, that would be a variable in the testing, we can't have that, can we? After a while the testing had to be halted for a few weeks, the lack of barriers on Charles' brain inflicting pain amongst the others; the constant stream of chatter and worry distracting to the medical professionals and they could no longer get Charles to stop projecting once the pain started.
Testing was on hold for several months while they commissioned other facilities; it was, then, the Russians who actually came to their rescue. A crude but effective helm to strap on the boy, kept his thoughts in and their thoughts out-- little did they know that such silence would cause the mother of all fits. Charles couldn't handle it, after years of the constant stream of thoughts; the comfort in noise, the silence, the emptiness in his own mind was excruciatingly painful. He was kept in the testing facility for the next week, with the crude metal strapped to his head till he was able to suffer in silence. A new baseline was set to accommodate for the pain and testing begun again. His telepathy was one of many gifts; but they were all quite useless in a boy who couldn't seem to manage a proper conversation-- couldn't stay in his own mind, who at random intervals would drift to another conversation in another building entirely. They had known this from the first break; but what Charles could do was genetic-- and they hoped to replicate it in something better. A superior mental being, just as they had taken his step brother Cain for his physical mutation.
At the age of ten Raven came into his life; a young blue girl, mutant like him, feral, from a home as ruined as his own and for a moment he felt peace. It was fleeting, strange and foreign to him, but he smiled, offered her what he had-- because he doubted his mother would notice, or Kurt, and if they did he could make them forget. He was much better at that now-- though he did it so rarely, found no need for it, they weren't around much outside of his testing and as powerful as he was he still feared being put into the malformed helmet again as punishment. During testing it was bad enough, but at home it was wretched. Raven was scared-- and fear he understood on some primal level-- but even through the madness and his social inability they bonded in a way. She cared for him, kept him from getting hurt, and sometimes even hid him from Kurt-- hid him from the tests. They grew together, Raven a young mutant woman burdened by the weight of a ever intrusive and unstable brother. She was the first connection he ever made, however tentative it was.
After the passing of his Step-Father and his Mother, Charles and Raven were left the estate; Cain having run away years previous-- almost as broken as Charles but with the ability to function in the outside world in smaller doses.
Schooling had begun on Raven's behalf, hoping the environmental would help Charles garner some sort of social stability. She had been entirely wrong, he hadn't blended well; too invasive, too busy in other peoples minds, having the occasional fit and causing a ruckus at his school. Prompting a lunchroom riot quietly from the corner with only subtle nudges of manipulation. Even with his eccentricities he was allowed to continue studying because the proof was in his work-- he was brilliant. Though testing meant very little with the swarming thoughts of those around you reading of the answers in their mind. He pushed through school, getting degree after degree-- they didn't mean anything to him, the words and papers just jumbled thoughts buried somewhere inside to be pulled out when it was (least) convenient.
It was this brilliance, these final workings that trekked the line between masterful genius and madness that caught the attention of the government once more. Such a wealth of knowledge about genetics and mutations seemed to be just the thing Agent MacTaggert needed to help prove what she had seen. Fortunately enough Raven rarely let Charles wander-- such a thing could prove dangerous, not just for the civilians but for himself-- and was able to intercede. They both wanted to know if there was more like them, on some level; and an agreement was struck; Charles would help-- try to, really, it was a fifty fifty chance with him-- so long as Raven could remain with him. Temperament that insanity with her comforting presence and soothing tone. Having developed a basic distrust bordering on dislike of most humans, after being tested on for so long Charles is considerably more on edge during the whole event. He agrees to go with Moira because of the desire to find more of his own overwhelmed his faulty connection to fear, especially with the assurance of Raven's presence
It was on that boat, skittering toward Argentina with the Coast Guard, his sister and the CIA agent that Charles had first felt them. Others; even one like himself-- able to slip from mind to mind; but she could put up walls that Charles could not, cause him pain not unlike the helmet had, pain he shared with the crew however briefly it flashed through his mind. His main concern, however, was the voice in the water-- the brilliant mind that flashed with memories and emotions Charles knew so well. Even in the sight of destruction, the anchor plowing through the ship, Charles managed a smile. There was an understanding there, even if the man didn't know it yet.
The voice in his head, Erik, the one so embittered with life and fueled with rage was going to die. He was going to drown before Charles could even fully get a hold on his mind, before he could see Charles, see Raven, understand there's more there. It wasn't fair! Shedding his winter coat and ignoring Raven's screams, assuming the telepath had finally caved entirely and was going to end his own life, he doesn't hesitate when he tumbles off the edge of the ship. The waters like ice, slicing through his skin and down to his bones with it's chill, and he's never felt more alive.
He isn't able to explain it to Erik, doesn't have the ability to do so, but he can stop the man by sheer mental will alone; You can't go yet. His vice grip nearly drowning the both of them. It's only when they breach the surface that Erik poses so many questions he can't answer; he can barely keep afloat, doesn't want to explain the why of what eh did, just wants to bring the man back like a prize to show his sister. There are more, other ones, broken like him.
AU!Personality: Charles is not of sound mind, the damage done to him by years of experimentation (many of the 'test's the equivalent of torture to gauge his reaction) leaving him mentally scarred and unable to properly function. While he can understand many of the basic conventions of life-- things he was raised with; such as showering, dressing himself, the need to eat (even if he often neglects it) and the need for a home among other things. He doesn't have a clear grasp on most social conventions; he can fake it for the basics of a conversation, easily reading the mind of those around him for the appropriate reaction he doesn't actually conform to the niceties of a basic social life.
Charles has a deeply rooted distrust of 'flatscans' (humans), after all the testing that occurred at Project Black Womb and his own mother's distant nature Charles has found they do him little good outside of entertainment. Too many of them and his head is a mess, quiet and achy, he'll often lash out without much thought under the pressure of too many-- or, in some cases, just heavily pointed-- thoughts.
While he seems to be rather introverted-- to the casual observer, his closed off stance and removal from most situations he is mentally invasive. He isn't able to stop himself from curling around other's thoughts, digging through their minds to see what he can find. If he puts forth a great deal of effort he can restrict himself to surface thoughts, but that will wear on him quickly.
His reaction to stimuli are more quick and childlike in the thoughtlessness behind them; if he's wounded he will lash out; while it may not be physically the headaches could last for days if the catalyst is strong enough. The reactions aren't always intentional, startled he's just as prone to cause pain as he would be if he was wounded. His mental scarring leaves him prone to the rare psychotic fit, a slip in his personality to a more vicious turn. It doesn't necessarily have to be triggered by anything other than the imbalance and poor wiring of his brain and usually only Raven can draw him back out of these moments. While he does have the ability to kill someone with this-- be it by stopping the bodies organs from getting proper signals form the brain or otherwise-- it isn't something he's aware he can do. He isn't entirely sure of the limits of his powers, so wild and untamed they're his baseline, his normal and he's unable to fully grasp what he's capable of.
Voice Samples:
Charles visits Bruce Wayne, it's mildly amicable.
Charles and Raven have a picnic, of sorts.
(Short) Charles and Mal talk in a cafe.
Charles and Isla(OC) argue about blue eyes.
Changes from canon, if AU: Brian Xavier was known to the world as a wealthy nuclear scientist, married with one loving wife and one remarkably smart little boy. Quiet, stunted, a prodigy of sorts-- he seemed know the answers to all the questions he was asked, could play a jaunty tune as well as an overture so easily on the ivories. This knowledge came at a cost Charles had no choice but to pay, too young to know better, to small to properly fight. Brian Xavier was also a member of Project Black Womb; a secret government funded organization that preformed experimental on mutant babies and children in order to induce or amplify their genetic mutations. Brian had allowed Dr. Nathan Milbury free reign with his own son who had showed early signs of telepathy; however accidental the reveal may have been.
The experiments and "therapies" did amplify Charles' genetic abilities greatly-- exceptionally so for a boy his size; but the rigorous testing, the near torture that came with it, damaged his psyche in return. He became a magnificent telepath with very little control of his abilities and a skewed grip on reality. As a child it was less noticeable, children of his day an age were better 'seen and not heard'. Charles could often be found standing alone in a room, listening to the thoughts of the household, or perhaps even those as far as the closest town. With no ability to reign in his powers they grew exponentially by his early teens he could reach at least a hundred miles away from the families Westchester home.
Charles was never properly socialized, the testing of Project Black Womb continuing into his teen years; his father killed in an 'accident'; though Charles had known it had actually been at the hands of Kurt Marko. He had known the moment he saw those thoughts drifting through his mind, that cloying grasp for Brian's money-- and how easy it would be to manipulate Charles' mother; the fool she would become without Brian. He had been right, the death of Charles' father had turned Sharon into shambles, a drunken idiot who paid little attention to her son. Why should he? He hardly asked for it anymore, he had learned long ago that would do no good, standing in the doorway watching her drink herself into a coma every evening. Charles could have told his father, of course, spared him such things-- but his mind hadn't found it of interest. Why should he save Brian when the man brought him to this torture? The injections, the tests, the broken bones, the pain, Charles hair cut in such a way to hide the patches shaved off where the electrodes were so frequently buried into his skin. No anesthetic, Charles, that would be a variable in the testing, we can't have that, can we? After a while the testing had to be halted for a few weeks, the lack of barriers on Charles' brain inflicting pain amongst the others; the constant stream of chatter and worry distracting to the medical professionals and they could no longer get Charles to stop projecting once the pain started.
Testing was on hold for several months while they commissioned other facilities; it was, then, the Russians who actually came to their rescue. A crude but effective helm to strap on the boy, kept his thoughts in and their thoughts out-- little did they know that such silence would cause the mother of all fits. Charles couldn't handle it, after years of the constant stream of thoughts; the comfort in noise, the silence, the emptiness in his own mind was excruciatingly painful. He was kept in the testing facility for the next week, with the crude metal strapped to his head till he was able to suffer in silence. A new baseline was set to accommodate for the pain and testing begun again. His telepathy was one of many gifts; but they were all quite useless in a boy who couldn't seem to manage a proper conversation-- couldn't stay in his own mind, who at random intervals would drift to another conversation in another building entirely. They had known this from the first break; but what Charles could do was genetic-- and they hoped to replicate it in something better. A superior mental being, just as they had taken his step brother Cain for his physical mutation.
At the age of ten Raven came into his life; a young blue girl, mutant like him, feral, from a home as ruined as his own and for a moment he felt peace. It was fleeting, strange and foreign to him, but he smiled, offered her what he had-- because he doubted his mother would notice, or Kurt, and if they did he could make them forget. He was much better at that now-- though he did it so rarely, found no need for it, they weren't around much outside of his testing and as powerful as he was he still feared being put into the malformed helmet again as punishment. During testing it was bad enough, but at home it was wretched. Raven was scared-- and fear he understood on some primal level-- but even through the madness and his social inability they bonded in a way. She cared for him, kept him from getting hurt, and sometimes even hid him from Kurt-- hid him from the tests. They grew together, Raven a young mutant woman burdened by the weight of a ever intrusive and unstable brother. She was the first connection he ever made, however tentative it was.
After the passing of his Step-Father and his Mother, Charles and Raven were left the estate; Cain having run away years previous-- almost as broken as Charles but with the ability to function in the outside world in smaller doses.
Schooling had begun on Raven's behalf, hoping the environmental would help Charles garner some sort of social stability. She had been entirely wrong, he hadn't blended well; too invasive, too busy in other peoples minds, having the occasional fit and causing a ruckus at his school. Prompting a lunchroom riot quietly from the corner with only subtle nudges of manipulation. Even with his eccentricities he was allowed to continue studying because the proof was in his work-- he was brilliant. Though testing meant very little with the swarming thoughts of those around you reading of the answers in their mind. He pushed through school, getting degree after degree-- they didn't mean anything to him, the words and papers just jumbled thoughts buried somewhere inside to be pulled out when it was (least) convenient.
It was this brilliance, these final workings that trekked the line between masterful genius and madness that caught the attention of the government once more. Such a wealth of knowledge about genetics and mutations seemed to be just the thing Agent MacTaggert needed to help prove what she had seen. Fortunately enough Raven rarely let Charles wander-- such a thing could prove dangerous, not just for the civilians but for himself-- and was able to intercede. They both wanted to know if there was more like them, on some level; and an agreement was struck; Charles would help-- try to, really, it was a fifty fifty chance with him-- so long as Raven could remain with him. Temperament that insanity with her comforting presence and soothing tone. Having developed a basic distrust bordering on dislike of most humans, after being tested on for so long Charles is considerably more on edge during the whole event. He agrees to go with Moira because of the desire to find more of his own overwhelmed his faulty connection to fear, especially with the assurance of Raven's presence
It was on that boat, skittering toward Argentina with the Coast Guard, his sister and the CIA agent that Charles had first felt them. Others; even one like himself-- able to slip from mind to mind; but she could put up walls that Charles could not, cause him pain not unlike the helmet had, pain he shared with the crew however briefly it flashed through his mind. His main concern, however, was the voice in the water-- the brilliant mind that flashed with memories and emotions Charles knew so well. Even in the sight of destruction, the anchor plowing through the ship, Charles managed a smile. There was an understanding there, even if the man didn't know it yet.
The voice in his head, Erik, the one so embittered with life and fueled with rage was going to die. He was going to drown before Charles could even fully get a hold on his mind, before he could see Charles, see Raven, understand there's more there. It wasn't fair! Shedding his winter coat and ignoring Raven's screams, assuming the telepath had finally caved entirely and was going to end his own life, he doesn't hesitate when he tumbles off the edge of the ship. The waters like ice, slicing through his skin and down to his bones with it's chill, and he's never felt more alive.
He isn't able to explain it to Erik, doesn't have the ability to do so, but he can stop the man by sheer mental will alone; You can't go yet. His vice grip nearly drowning the both of them. It's only when they breach the surface that Erik poses so many questions he can't answer; he can barely keep afloat, doesn't want to explain the why of what eh did, just wants to bring the man back like a prize to show his sister. There are more, other ones, broken like him.
AU!Personality: Charles is not of sound mind, the damage done to him by years of experimentation (many of the 'test's the equivalent of torture to gauge his reaction) leaving him mentally scarred and unable to properly function. While he can understand many of the basic conventions of life-- things he was raised with; such as showering, dressing himself, the need to eat (even if he often neglects it) and the need for a home among other things. He doesn't have a clear grasp on most social conventions; he can fake it for the basics of a conversation, easily reading the mind of those around him for the appropriate reaction he doesn't actually conform to the niceties of a basic social life.
Charles has a deeply rooted distrust of 'flatscans' (humans), after all the testing that occurred at Project Black Womb and his own mother's distant nature Charles has found they do him little good outside of entertainment. Too many of them and his head is a mess, quiet and achy, he'll often lash out without much thought under the pressure of too many-- or, in some cases, just heavily pointed-- thoughts.
While he seems to be rather introverted-- to the casual observer, his closed off stance and removal from most situations he is mentally invasive. He isn't able to stop himself from curling around other's thoughts, digging through their minds to see what he can find. If he puts forth a great deal of effort he can restrict himself to surface thoughts, but that will wear on him quickly.
His reaction to stimuli are more quick and childlike in the thoughtlessness behind them; if he's wounded he will lash out; while it may not be physically the headaches could last for days if the catalyst is strong enough. The reactions aren't always intentional, startled he's just as prone to cause pain as he would be if he was wounded. His mental scarring leaves him prone to the rare psychotic fit, a slip in his personality to a more vicious turn. It doesn't necessarily have to be triggered by anything other than the imbalance and poor wiring of his brain and usually only Raven can draw him back out of these moments. While he does have the ability to kill someone with this-- be it by stopping the bodies organs from getting proper signals form the brain or otherwise-- it isn't something he's aware he can do. He isn't entirely sure of the limits of his powers, so wild and untamed they're his baseline, his normal and he's unable to fully grasp what he's capable of.
Voice Samples:
Charles visits Bruce Wayne, it's mildly amicable.
Charles and Raven have a picnic, of sorts.
(Short) Charles and Mal talk in a cafe.
Charles and Isla(OC) argue about blue eyes.
