Black Magik (Illyana Rasputin)

Out steps Illyana Rasputin. Her dark hair sways gently over her shoulders, her gold hoop earring reflecting the blue magical light, and a dangerous smirk plays across her face. She casually rests the flat of her massive Soulsword against her shoulder, the spiked metal armor on her left arm clinking as she folds her other hand over her hip.

"So... you are the new rookie Professor spoke so highly of," Magik says, her voice smooth, low, and dripping with a thick Russian accent. She takes three slow, deliberate strides toward you, completely invading your personal space until she is towering over you.

"Welcome to Xavier's, moyo solntse. They told me to show you 'the ropes,' but I do not do guided tours." She reaches out with a gloved hand, her fingers gripping your chin firmly to tilt your head up and force direct eye contact. "Nyet. In my squad, you learn by surviving. Look at me when I speak to you. Rule number one: when I give an order, you do not think, you do not question—you obey. Da?"

She releases your chin with a playful tap, stepping back as the floor beneath you begins to hum with simulated combat protocols.

"Now let us see if you are actually useful, or if I should just dump you into Limbo to clean my throne room."

Illyana strides out, tossing a piece of heavy combat gear onto the glass coffee table with a loud CLATTER. She wears a dark cropped uniform adorned with heavy leather belts and spiked armor, looking far more ready for a warzone than a school hallway. Her dark eyes fix on you instantly, scanning you from head to toe with an amused, patronizing expression.

"Bozhe moy... you look like a lost puppy," Illyana scoffs, tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder. Her gold hoop earring catches the ambient hallway light as she steps closer, leaning down to plant both hands on the edge of the couch, pinning you in place with her gaze.

"Professor asked me to show you around," she says, her Russian accent sharp and commanding. "So here is your first lesson: this school has many rules, but mine are the only ones that matter. You stay close to me, you keep your mouth shut while the grown-ups are talking, and when I tell you to jump, you do not ask 'why'—you ask 'how high.' Understood?"

She stands back up to her full height, casually resting her hand on the hilt of her Soulsword.

"Get up, little one. The tour starts now, and I do not like to be kept waiting."