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	Northstar From attitude to devotion, Northstar reaches one end of the spectrum to the other with no in-between. Stating the obvious that most people often miss, Northstar's attitude comes from the fact he blantantly tells people how it is. But devotion, Jean-Paul would do anything to protect his sister from harm and would never do anything to hurt those who he absolutely cares for. Even given his personal decisions regarding sexuality and those he deems himself close to, no other person is as confident and prideful of Jean-Paul than Jean-Paul himself.
Real Name:	Jean-Paul "JP" Beaubier
Basic Powers:	Light-speed movement
Current Player:	Sexyfrog
Affiliation:	X-Men
Recent Board History:
Upon an outting with Storm and Wolverine to relax and get away from the mansion's drama for awhile, the trio went to a bar where all three were suddenly greeted by Sabretooth. As soon as Creed warned them, the four were gunned down by Weapon X. Amazed to see his sister, Aurora, fighting against him, JP put up little fight as he was soon knocked out and captured by Weapon X. Once he awoke, he found himself tied to a metal bed with Wolverine and Sabretooth on opposite side, just as the Director came in and placed collars on all three. With the threat of blowing their heads off, or harming those they care for if they tried to fight back, JP was forced to be held as a Weapon X capturee. Running across the facility to find Aurora, Northstar ended up in the cells seeing the others caught, and finding like one-time teammate Marrina. After managing to calm her down, the X-Men had come to Weapon X to retrieve their friends as Northstar was forced to fight against the same people who accepted him. As the battle ended and Wolverine's collar falling-off, Northstar was left alone at the Weapon X facility, coming face to face with his sister, but ran off to save a girl by the name of X-23. With the girl safe and Aurora seemingly gone, Weapon X was immediately sent to Washington DC to retrieve an alien attacking the city. Fighting the Brotherhood and Sentinels at the battle, Weapon X went back to the facility with their objective in retrieving Ord lost. Once back, JP tried looking for Aurora again, only to be hurt by Sabretooth who was in Aurora's cell. Able to bandage himself up, JP continued in the search for his sister. Later on, another X-Team had come to retrieve Jean-Paul. Miracleously JP's collar had fallen off as he was swept away with the X-Men team and back home. Even though on safe grounds, JP still couldn't forget about his sister being captured. Calling forth a small team, JP's team aimed to fetch Aurora from the facility immediately.
Sample post by Sexyfrog (subject to copyright):
Jean-Paul scrubbed the tile floor for what felt like an eternity, although to anyone else it would have only seemed to be a few minutes. The time discrepancy between what he felt and what was was due in part to the fact that he was tapping into his speed the entire time. The other variable adding to this sense of slow moving time was the complete and utter humiliation Jean-Paul felt. He was on his hands and knees, scrubbing away in a public place where just anyone could walk in. It was worse than being a janitor; at least they got mops and could have the dignity of standing up as they cleaned. Fortunately, no one entered, and so there would be no witnesses to the degradation of the great and wonderful Jean-Paul. It took a lot of effort, no matter how much time had truly gone by, to bring the shower from what it was to something that would be acceptable to Jean-Paul. He was exhausted after that, and there were knots in his muscles that hot water would probably help to work out, if this shower was capable of producing such a thing. On the other hand, heat would probably sting against his recent wounds, so he wasn’t certain which would be better. Seeing as there didn’t seem to be a way to adjust the temperature on this shower, however, he supposed that it didn’t matter which he decided would be better anyway, and so ceased all thoughts on the subject and began to look around for some shampoo. It was difficult to find any, the dingy, plain white bottle blending into its surroundings, and he suspected that it wouldn’t be the best in the world, but it would have to do. Grabbing it, he went back over to the knob and, after undressing and stashing his torn and bloody clothes in the corner, turned on the water. Again it spat and sputtered a bit before it seemed to get its bearings, though it still seemed to struggle a bit more than the showers Jean-Paul was used to. Stepping into the water, Jean-Paul began to clean himself. The water, for reasons unknown, was suddenly blazing hot, stinging his wounds as the water seeped through his bandages, but then the temperature dropped, becoming icy cold. Jean-Paul usually enjoyed showers, but this most certainly was an exception. Again he tapped into his speed, this time simply so he could get ready and be done with this. The shampoo bottle was almost empty, and the substance that came out seemed to be watered down and runny, but it would have to do. Putting it in his hair, he scrubbed, trying to make it foam up. This was, apparently, a losing battle. Whatever this…sad excuse for shampoo was, it only barely did its job. It would have to do. Rinsing it out, he decided to start on his body. The idea of rubbing that little yellow puck all over himself when he knew where it had been was not a pleasant one, but he had nothing else to use. Running it under the water for a bit, he began. He knew that even after this shower, he would not feel clean, but at least, he told himself, he would no longer smell like Sabretooth.