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	Gambit Suave, charming, a thief, and a player in his own right, Gambit is a mixture of a ladies man, and a man who's suffering from his past. Born an orphan who grew up on his own, and then brought up to be a Prince, Gambit's past isn't golden, but instead his history is twisted with lies and manipulations. From being the cause of the Morlock Massacre, entangled in the manipulations of the Thieves Guild, and keeping everything wrong with himself bottled up to keep himself from truly being exposed to the X-Men, Remy has lived day by day covering up his sins, all awhile trying to bring a sense of enjoyment to the others around him, even if others do see it as a "charming" annoyance.
Real Name:	Remy LeBeau
Basic Powers:	Change potential energy into kinetic energy within inorganic objects
Current Player:	ksax00
Affiliation:	X-Men
Recent Board History:
After the demise of the X-Men at the hands of Selene, and their resurrection, Gambit and Rogue's relationship went through yet another tumultous cycle. From accusations to lies, the pair seemingly broke apart, but yet as the two spoke later on, Remy did the one thing he thought he'd never do--he exposed his secret of the Morlock Massacre to Rogue. She ended up forgiving him until Remy began to see the downfall in revealing his secret. As time went on, the pair began on yet another rocky path the duo have yet to fully cleanse themselves from, as Remy began to minorly fret about his secret being exposed from Rogue's mouth. However, Gambit has yet to do anything, and currently, the subject matter has left the cusp of his mind. Several times Gambit has met Darkstar, who has equally tried to kill him. Bella Donna was exposed to his thoughts when Sunpyre revealed the woman had a contract with a Yoshida organization. Gambit has been forced to fight against Arcade and his Murderworld, invisible ninjas, Death the cosmic being, and ghosts of all kinds. However, the moment Apocalypse exclaimed he could grant any wish, Gambit recalled the one moment he told Rogue he'd find some way for her to touch someone. Even if their relationship was on rocky path, he prided himself in keeping his promises, and visited Apocalypse, who granted Remy's wish: Rogue was able to touch people once more. The culmination of Gambit and Rogue meeting have yet to happen as Gambit found himself face to face with a Brotherhood member and a Government operative at Xavier's mansion. With Magneto dead by the hands of Apocalypse, and the leaders of the mansion busy themselves, Gambit tried to lead the pair outside of the mansion, in hopes they'd simply go away. With no luck, Remy decided what he had to do next...
Sample post by ksax00 (subject to copyright):
Even as he continued to battle the oppressive ghosts, twirling in mid-air with his bo-staff swirling around him to keep the ghouls at a definite distance, Remy's once bright and cheerful face washed to a sheet of white, exhaustion beginning to take a physical effect. No matter how hard he mentally forced himself to keep moving, dodging renegade spirits, back flipping in a perfect arc to dart a crew of other, his moves were becoming sluggish, jerking when he was normally smooth in easy landings. Managing to land on both feet while maintaining balance, his lips formed a perfect o as he exhaled, cheeks briefly puffing out in an attempt to keep his mind focused while once more dashing his demon eyes around to gain a better feeling for the battle as a whole. There was a sense of near silence, mocking the eye of a hurricane as Selene was thrown off her pedestal, skin flapping behind her with the car permanently pinning the witch onto the Earth. Raising an eyebrow, tempted to say the situation was over yet knowing the voodoo curse behind such prolific words, numbers mentally flashed in the forefront of Remy's mind, counting down until the next wave of damage was going to erupt all around. Everyone, thus far, seemed capable to keep fighting, even if the strain of battling was becoming more visual than just across Gambit's own features. Jerked out of his visual state by a grasp on his arm, the thief swung around to plunge his elbow in the face of a ghoul, snapping the tip of his bone across the spirit's nose, allowing enough reaction for Remy to pierce his staff through the ghost's belly as it stumbled back from the blow. "Hey Gambit if you fall unconscious or anything, don't worry I'll give you the kiss of life." As he pulled his weapon from the spirit, allowing a flickering expression of contempt beckon in reply to Myles, a scream pierced the very air around him as Remy cringed from the shrieking vocals, a shiver touching his spine and splintering up the steps of his vertebrate as ghosts all around him joined in on the screeching opera. "Cri de la mort," he faintly whispered, remembering the scream bellow from hundreds of innocent lives as their still beating hearts were ripped from their chests. Brow furrowing in confusion and dread, eyes rose to the ensuing portal Sunpyre was trying to entrap, witnessing a sliver of metal pierce the plasma field as eyes opened wide to the full sight of Death wisping into life from the nether realm. The shadows that wrapped around the being, tattered clothing snaring upon broken limbs as the scythe reflected the horrified cries of so many innocents tortured and screaming in helplessness. So many were running down the sides in the tunnels, flapping in the sewage to flee with their lives intact, only to have spears pierce their spines and emerge through their chest, eyes losing all zest of life as face plunged into water soaked feces. Darts, shards, and other weapons of metal were flung against the concrete, bouncing constantly until each piece made contact to another, embedding into skulls or eyes, the haunting laugh of the twirling man only fueling the slash of claws and canines as the hulking beast continued to rip and shred into others he pinned against the walls. So many organs were exposed after the assault, intestines dangling from gaping wounds, blood staining the tunnels, eyes of tears left trailing along the faces of corpses as Remy felt a surge of vomit rush into his mouth. Clasping his hand across his lips, bullet shots were ringing, shattering bones of every kind as a wave of green knocked all those running down, the other Marauders combining and pouncing on the exposed prey. Even as he turned to leave the horror behind, a screaming girl, face and hands stained with blood, looked so terrified of everyone – everything – dying in front of her adolescent eyes. Glancing into the swelled irises of Marrow's, the thief grabbed the girl and sped outside, running so fast, trying so hard to leave behind the constant death screams that echoed through the tunnels for miles to come. Managing to swallow back down the stew that formed in his mouth, eyes opened to the grass below as he realized he had fallen down once more, sickening visions of ghosts snarling and attacking crazier than ever. Ignoring the consumed outrage, too affixed in the visions he had just seen of the Morlock Massacre, another voice snarled from the outside, shattering the visuals that came along upon Death's entrance. “ENOUGH!” Jean's voice rebounded deeply within Remy's skull, lifting himself while refusing to stare in the direction of Death again. What were they supposed to do, fighting someone like Death? She was unstoppable, a being alive for centuries, Remy and the X-Men dancing with the woman in a never-ending tango for years in the past and for years to come. It seemed she was ready to miss a step, to cause everyone to trip and grasp their souls with their bodies limp on the ground. He didn't want to fight anymore, lifting himself into his knees, only to be pushed back down by a flying ghost. But even if he didn't want to fight anymore, he had to fight, to push back anything he could to stop Death and her underlings. Groaning in knowing what was about to happen, Remy quickly lifted himself to his feet, controlling the bo-staff to glide behind him as he looked back up toward Death with Jean shattering the mind link between the entity and themselves, no longer in effect by the mental heartache while looking at her. "Gambit still got moves," he grunted, more to himself than anyone else, face tilted downward as he eyes remained glistening toward the cosmic being. "Let's dance."