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	Mystique An assassin, a mother, a lover, and a shapeshifter, Mystique is someone that can be nearly anyone she wants to be. With a ruthless attitude perfected by years of scandals and quarrels, Raven has long become a prominent player in the Brotherhood, gaining significant authority from the others, being exactly what she needs to be--a woman in power.
Real Name:	Raven Darkholme
Basic Powers:	Metamorph
Current Player:	Mystic Frost
Affiliation:	Brotherhood
Recent Board History:
Canonly, Mystique was a woman of many faces and different personalities, living as a loving wife who had literally slept with the devil himself. Given the hardships of her life, raising children that weren't her own and abandoning those who were, Mystique has kept her cold and ruthless demeanor when it comes to what she wants. Transferring through a free agent, to the Brotherhood, to a government sanctioned affiliation and even an individual caught up in Professor X's own beliefs, Raven knows what needs to be done to get the job done, and does it in any way she can while having a little fun in between. Taking in several different lovers, killing for years and knowing the right buttons to push, no one other woman has as much experience and quality when it comes to living. If someone says they do while she's in a bad mood, expect to see a bullet shoved into his/hear head... On neXus, Mystique has played a crucial role with the board's history. Joining up with the Brotherhood as Magneto once more regrouped those who had left after he had lost Asteroid M, Magneto had given the honor to the shapeshifter to shoot and kill Cyclops of the X-Men once they were able to officially kidnap the leader. But as the X-Men retaliated, Raven had received a severe blow from the weather witch, Storm, barely surviving the electrical current that consumed her body as her faith with the Brotherhood and Magneto diminished, leaving nothing but a feeling of detest toward the Master of Magnetism. Leaving the Brotherhood, Mystique managed to attend Cyclops' funeral disguised as Polaris to witness that he was truly dead, unexpectedly making contact with her son Nightcrawler. Becoming jarred with the emotions in knowing that she killed someone both her children (Rogue and Nightcrawler) looked up to, she fled the funeral. Once at her own home, Magneto had approached the metamorph and threatened her to come back to the Brotherhood. Understanding what had happened, but not enjoying the threat, Mystique agreed, but only on her own terms, with in which Magneto seemed to not have any qualms with. Staying at the Brotherhood hideout through several predicaments, Mystique once more left in search for at least something interesting to do and found herself embroiled with several personal situations that forced her to fight. Past that point, however, Mystique had once more reappeared and had traveled to space with the Brotherhood to fetch information from a satellite base as she still began to question Erik's actions. Killing, throwing, and kicking, Mystique helped the Brotherhood with what was needed, even when fighting against the X-Men as they countered the Brotherhood's actions - the Brotherhood returning home victorious in essence. But once home, the Brotherhood were forced into combat once more as during the fight, Magneto let Scarlet Witch kill him, which caused Mystique to grow furious once everyone had been revived and placed back home. Demanding Lensherr to tell her why he had turned afoul as of late, she was mildly surprised with the results that came. Understanding Magneto's actions, he had ordered Mystique to kill those in the Brotherhood that weren't willing to kill for the price of their dream. Upon killing Dead Girl, Mystique had strangely gained contact by a once again alive Dead Girl, meeting with her and forming a loose pact as Nocturne, of all people, had suddenly plopped beside her unknowing grandmother. Taking the unconscious girl back to the Brotherhood hideout, Mystique had just been aware that the Brotherhood was being asked to group up once more.
Sample post by Mystic Frost (subject to copyright):
Mystique hadn't budged an inch from where her feet had touched bottom. Watching as the flamboyant leader tossed himself to and fro, cape dancing in the wind, desperately crying for someone to listen to its meaningless whips and snaps, the self-made mercenary didn't both in any sort of emotional display. Shifting her eyes from active torture to passive watchers, Raven sought to understand the Brotherhood's desires, it's limits, and the very essence that would keep it united. As far as she could tell, it was a hatred not only of humans, but Magneto himself, that bound them together. The thought turned her stomache. Even as Erik turned towards her, basking in her presence, trying to inflate her ego for a deliciously loud pop, Raven steeled her mind and heart. These were bars Magneto would never again bend, with word or deed; their relationship had started down a road that made that a guarenteed reality. Those golden, amber eyes stared back into the man's diamond-layered tunnels, unafraid of his mutant mastery, or his sub-zero personality. Though she refused to show it, to grant the man his victory, there had been a remote piece that had hoped he'd place her back in the role that was so rightfully hers. Naturally it was that small reserve that was neatly burnt alive, but it did little to destabilize the cold-hearted killer. Strange how Magneto's twisted little mind worked...piss the metamorph off enough and thoughts about taking advantage of Dead Girl took second priority. How nice for maintaining his little power scheme, if he somehow was plotting yet another worthless plot. Pyro's shout for the now human ex-co-leader to wait for him snapped her gaze away from where Erik had slithered off for privacy. So the witch had left the compound, had she? Not even waiting long enough for her sex pal to join her? Snapping a look at Mortimer, the dark Mistress sized him up, putting the sentiment to the man, wondering just how far the little one was willing to go. Hollow words, or passionate desire? After being torn apart bit by bit for so long, Raven was weary about placing him in such a position. Mystique toyed with the idea of confronting Erik and laying his mental defect on the table. It didn't take long, however, for her to know the man would never listen. Just another pathetic lifeform trying to rise above the Magnetic God. So, that left another option...one Raven would enjoy to a large extent, but find incredible disgusting in the other. Pity that the focus of her personal plot had stormed off, likely seeking the only thing she wouldn't find at the Brotherhood, besides life insurrance: booze. After all, she could have all the sex she wanted from Pyro, seeing how desperate he was to give chase. Damn that man for making her plans more complicated than they had to be. Enough muscles were tense enough in her body from fighting and dying that Raven's ire grew by the second. Putting her idea into motion required immediate action. Magneto wasn't waiting on any one to correct his mistakes, and Dead Girl might get her self killed far too soon for this slayer's taste. Consequentially, Raven would also receive a substantial lack of loving from her partner of choice. The wildfire coursed through her veins as she struggled to control herself. A dark smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, failing to meet the mark of her eyes, the thought of going on a rampage teasing her faculties. Perhaps their hideout needed more holes to make up for the amount of standing surface left in the wake of numerous attacks, yes? A bullet bouncing off Erik's helmet to wake him from his mental slumber? Or just an innocent bystander slowly pecked apart by lead until the last blood curtling scream? Why wouldn't someone do her the favor of setting her off? Light the damn fuse! "Everyone take a break. He'll be demanding our presence on another joy ride soon enough. Enjoy the moment while it lasts," Mystique ordered those still hanging around, giving them a little reminder on just how busy they'd been in the past few hours alone. How much she'd give to be allowed a moment to indulge her own appetites. Shame someone around here had to have the brains to keep the group moving forward, and it wasn't the Lensherr family.