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Sooo, this is Wanda's twin brother who, as far as she knows, is working tirelessly to continue their father's dominance over humans. It's been over a year since they've seen each other with Wanda taking off in the middle of the night because living in Magneto's world destroyed her psyche. Even Pietro wasn't told she was running so I imagine their relationship is really rocky right now since she's listed as a fugitive.<p>

As for history, it's largely open but they were raised by Magneto and taught mutants should always be dominant.<p>

I have their relationship being really close growing up with some serious sibling rivalry once powers set in and competition for Magneto's attention, though I don't see them being as close since she jumped ship to the X-Men. I'd love to see them reunite under tense circumstances, especially since one of her sons (BILLY) is about to wind up within Magneto's (and Pietro) reach which is the last thing she ever wanted. <p>

For the record, she doesn't currently remember her sons, but she will in the future.<p>

Tommy would also love to have his UNCLE PIETRO!

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Does this really need explaining? I would love to give Wanda a reunion with her father, especially since she had a moody phase with a little bit of questioning his methods then completely abandoned everything she'd ever known. I can't see Magneto being too happy his daughter escaped, especially that she went to the X-Men for protection.<p>

With her fugitive status, it's pretty obvious he wants her back, but she's determined not to go back without a fight. At least one of her sons will be the cause of her getting dragged back into that mess, but how it ends is up to whoever plays him!

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<p>Eleven years.

<p>That was how long it had been since Wanda had set foot in the Museum of Modern Art on her own, though a part of her could still hear her father's words when he'd found out she'd skipped the lesson with Agatha for a new artist's showing. This is a waste of your time. Her protests that it was exciting to see how the woman had captured beauty in the strangest moments and eagerness to share it with him had been met with further scorn. Humans know nothing but their attention cravings. This woman is no different. It was as if he was standing beside her once more, belittling something that interested her, pushing her toward what made him proud and the mold he'd created.

<p>Giving into the paranoid feeling, knowing it held no merit, the mutant turned to her left and stared at the empty space. One hand reached out to touch someone who wasn't there then fell in midair, drifting back toward her pocket as she focused on the collection of drawings with their matching photographs nearby. Ignoring the people moving around her, a few jostling her, she remained standing, almost appearing as a statue with her hands tucked into her pockets and head bent beneath the hood. Their complaints went right over her head while she memorized each detail of the pictures, searching her pockets for her own pencils.

<p>After almost an hour, she sank down on one of the provided benches and withdrew her hands from her pockets. A pause was made to fold her legs under her, a hint of red Converse sticking out on either side before she bent her head over the first blank sheet and began to draw. Her eyes occasionally darted around to watch families admiring work together or college students goofing off and even a man who gave a half-assed theory of how an author's photographs meant he hated his mother. Shaking her head, she focused back on her drawing, content with letting the hood and her hair cover her face from potential recognition.

<p>No one paid a bit of attention to the young woman in jeans and black hoodie with a tiny hint of white shirt visible. In fact, she could have been just another human seeking shelter from the nightmare their world had become. A part of her wondered how they'd react to finding a mutant among them and, not just any mutant, but one who'd fought tooth and nail to enslave them.

<p>As the words entered her mind, she felt the beginnings of a panic attack. A couple of deep breathes were taken except it did nothing to calm her since the sounds in the museum suddenly seemed magnified. Closing her eyes, she tried several more breathes except her heart was pounding and her palms were sweating.

<p>Barely pausing to close the notebook, Wanda fumbled her way up from the bench and bolted for the door, not even looking at the people she pushed through. Touch was barely avoided. Her breathing was becoming more labored as the panic increased, though she ran straight into someone just outside the museum and fell back, hood falling askew to show whoever she'd bumped into the panic there and give a glimpse of exactly who had been bolting.

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Everyone knows the Scarlet Witch, right? At least they know what's she puts out there which up until a year ago was loyal follower of Magneto and devoted daughter. Except it's a lie.<p>

One year ago, Wanda disappeared in the dead of night with one small bag and a sketchbook, never looking back. It was originally assumed she'd gone on a mission but was finally announced that she was a traitor. Her shelter of choice? The X-Men she'd once helped her father evict and replace, though her presence still isn't fully trusted. However, the years of being a terrorist alongside her father have left her emotional state somewhat fragile with a severe case of insomnia along with panic attacks and occasional paranoia. <p>

Friends: Honestly, the only real friend she's had is her brother, but the decision to abandon their father has left her alone. It would be nice to find someone who could break through her walls to befriend her, though it's not going to be an easy road. She's suspicious of just about everyone, especially strangers outside the X-Men who might work for her father.<p>

Enemies: Her time with Magneto has placed a giant target on her, even within her current protection of the X-Men. It's likely some people won't buy her new leaf act, especially since she's doing more hiding out than fighting Magneto.<p>

Lovers: Her mental state is so deteriorated from her time with Magneto that this isn't even a consideration. She's closed off emotionally from people since most of the times she's used her womanly wiles in the past were to benefit Magneto's schemes so she prefers staying to herself.

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October 17, 2005<br>
I know I'm not normal.<br>
The first time was an accident, but I didn't say anything because how do you explain that? How do you explain this burst of energy that shoots across the room and knocks a falling vase into a nearby wall during a fight that's happening on the opposite side of the room? I let Pietro take the blame for being clumsy since I kept him from getting his butt kicked in the fight. I'm not like Dad or even Pietro. Something's . . . different with me. Part of me wants to tell Dad immediately except another part says he has enough going on without me adding to the strangeness. No one saw what I did so maybe I can hide it, at least until things don't seem so stressful. Maybe I'll tell Pietro, but he'd probably tattle to Dad so best it stays my secret.<p>

October 23, 2005<br>
Pietro knows what I can do.<br>
It's really hard to keep a secret with him rushing around and turning up with only seconds worth of warning. Whatever I can do knocked him over, but he says we have to tell Dad. I couldn't work up crocodile tears big enough to guilt him into keeping it between us so hopefully it turns out to be a good thing even if what I can do makes no sense. He keeps yelling at me to stop writing and come downstairs. I guess I should go.<p>

April 9, 2007<br>
It's getting easier. I think.<br>
Dad calls it chaos magic, but I just call it difficult. Apparently, I can affect what's happening around me, though he's still looking for someone who can teach me how to harness it correctly. He's very proud of how far I've already come, but he says an expert would make me better. I don't think Pietro's happy that Dad's paying so much attention since my powers came out. He's more argumentative lately. Maybe he's just upset that I finally have a mutation, too, and it's got a lot more aspects than his. I mean, super speed's great, but I can affect reality. Who else can say they basically control their own three-dimensional world? I can't wait to learn more.<p>

October 11, 2010<br>
Agatha says I'm ready.<br>
After two years of consistent work with her, occasionally sequestered away from my father and Pietro, I have control. It's shaky at times because of the unreliability factor, but she says meditation will help and calming my mind since it's tied to my emotional state. When I'm upset and not concentrating, the unreliability is higher so I have to maintain control of my emotions which isn't terribly difficult. Part of her training was to make me as angry as possible then coax me into using them, something about teaching me to feel a difference energy within myself. It's still questionable but Dad's proud, even wants me to join him on his next mission. Pietro seems worried even if he joked about "keeping up" but I'll show him, and Dad, that I can handle this. I'm just as strong as them.<p>

November 17, 2015<br>
I can't believe I'm standing here.<br>
D.C. is officially mutant run, though this seems more of a check move following the checkmate. Something to show this country is ours now. Dad's final show of power, though I can't help feeling a sense of pride that all this is because of my family. Pietro and I are the ones standing beside Dad, being recognized as gods among men and why not? We're homo superior. We are gods. Nothing can touch us. I can't imagine a better feeling.<p>

May 3, 2017<br>
It feels empty.<br>
I don't know why I'm stuck on this fact because I've never cared for the X-Men. They're obsessive about equality and even protect these simpering humans, but I can't help but realize how empty this place is. How dark. How sad. Maybe its simply because there's no one here, but the first batch of recruits will be arriving tomorrow morning and it's going to be up to us to train them, to show them the light of homo superior. I should sleep and stop wandering like some kind of ghost.<p>

March 15, 2018<br>
Something's wrong.<br>
I can't put my finger on it, can't say exactly what's bothering me, but there's this tightness in my chest. I'm sleeping less because the dreams are too much like reality. Maybe it was the group of would-be soldiers that I saw punished. Was it necessary to take things so far? Pietro says yes, but I'm not sure anymore. Humiliation is one thing but one of them damn near died. I almost think Pietro is sorry he didn't die. Even worse? The panic attacks are back despite my meditation, though I've managed to keep it hidden from everyone else. I'm not weak. Mutants are gods. I'm a god.<p>

August 5, 2019<br>
I'm done.<br>
Knowing what my father does, what my brother does, what I've done, I can't stay here. I try not to show them how it's wearing me down, but I'm barely sleeping and drawing only death, humiliation, and pain. It's like a never-ending nightmare that I can't wake from. The fire was the last straw. There's no justification for that kind of sacrifice, especially not children. We're training these kids to be hunters, to be killers, to take lives . . . how can we pretend this is okay? The ones who aren't good enough are being forced into the fringes of society, taking up assigned roles with barely any freedom. I love Dad, I do, but I can't keep going down this path without losing myself. Pietro believes in this as strongly as Dad so there's no way he'll support my decision which is why he can't know. No one can know that I'm leaving. Tonight. Less than an hour and I'll be gone.<p>

December 31, 2019<br>
Traitor. My father thinks knows I'm a traitor.<br>
It's been almost five months since I found the X-Men. Almost five months since I walked away from my family. A matter of hours since I found out I'm officially a traitor with my capture being high priority and by any means necessary. Ironically being declared a traitor seems to have made the others less weary of me, though I'm still no one's favorite and still not allowed on a mission without at least one person monitoring my every move. Even when I go for my walks, I can feel someone's eyes on me. I don't know why I'm pretending to be surprised because I'm not. I would trust someone with my family history about as far as I could throw them so why would I expect them to trust me? It's supposedly better to err on the side of caution which means no trusting the insomniac witch who skulks around with her hood up and hoards a sketchpad as if its full of gold. Oddly, I'm okay with being alone here, but I can't help missing Pietro. He was always my best friend and now . . . I'm not sure he wouldn't kill me.<p>

July 28, 2014<br>
This will be my last entry.<br>
It feels like this journal belongs to someone else, someone who's dead. I started so naive and trustworthy, believing everything my father said was gospel while pushing down inferior humans except I'm not that person anymore. Instead of the woman who trains mutants and manipulates reality on a whim, I'm hiding my face in a library, stocking books and avoiding people as much as possible since several have already tried to take me back. Apparently there's some belief that bringing me back for another session of brainwashing will win favor with Dad. I guess you're never too old to be naive. Speaking of naive, I can't help but miss Pietro. For so long he was my best friend, my co-conspirator, and the devil on my shoulder but not anymore. I haven't seen him in six months, and he doesn't even know about that last time. He never even saw me. I guess that's my new role in life. Being invisible.


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  • Self Defense: Since her abilities didn't develop until the early teen years, Wanda was taught to take care of herself, predominantly through her brother, Pietro. It wasn't uncommon to try her skills out against various members of her father's team, though she's come to rely more on her powers now. However, she's never forgotten her early training and uses it when crowds are too close to use probability without excessive casualties.
  • Drawing: Although she's never had any type of formal training, Wanda has learned to draw fairly well and often sketches what's around her. Her drawings are generally done in pencil and kept in a sketchbook that's disguised to look like a regular textbook. It rarely leaves her room except for when she goes wandering.
  • Meditation: As a means to control the chaotic nature of her abilities, she's taken a variety of meditation practices, including yoga. Her body and mind are adapted to sit still for long periods of time in what some would classify as awkward positions. While the classes have no direct affect on her abilities or regular life, she uses them to remain calm and avoid panic attacks plus they can come in handy during stakeouts.

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<div style="font-size:9px;text-align:justify;width:220px;line-height:90%;margin-bottom:10px;">Chaos Magic: The ability to tap into probability fields and reality to manipulate it to her desires in order to halt a forthcoming attack or generate her own attack.<br>
  • Hex Spheres: A wave of quasi-psionic force aimed at an enemy that disrupts reality within a given range. Possible outcomes of a hex sphere are melting gun barrels, spontaneous combustion of flammable objects, rapid rust or decay of objects, deflection of an item in flight, disruption to a person's energy, and others with questionable control on what actually happens.
  • Hex Casting: The distance she can see to a cast a sphere is dependent on her line of sight. While she generally maintains control, a 20% unreliability factor exists which can cause nothing to happen; however, on a good day she could likely cast repeatedly for almost an hour before becoming exhausted. However, the exhaustion for such a long period of time would be almost immediate collapse.
  • Reality Creation: While the ability to alter reality is a dangerous and potentially addictive one, it is rarely used by Wanda because of the energy and will required to succeed. She can create something from thin air but prefers to "pull" items to an area or push them away, altering the energy to place something in a new place such as pulling a nearby tank in front of her to block an attack. Her creation sometimes comes in pieces rather than entire things or only parts since the unreliability factor is higher.



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