Individual

Character's full name: Alex Maurell (Mah-ooo-rey) Johnson (Was recently adopted by Sam Johnson aka Cold Steel)
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Rebirth/Debris
Gender: Male
Age: 16 19
Date of Birth: (08/8/1998)
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: A foster home in Kuna, Idaho
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Latino (Puerto Rico)

Appearance: Character Reference Sheet

Hair color and style: Short dark brown/black, a little spikey/messy
Skin Tone: Tan
Eye Color: Green-grey
Height: 5’6”
Build: Lean
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: A old scar on the palm of his right hand and a slightly newer scar on his left shoulder. Nothing too gruesome but enough to leave a visible mark. New scare on the left side of his abdomen
Other features: N/A

Everyday clothing style: Well-worn jeans, a brown t-shirt with a logo that has long since faded, a green hoodie that’s seen better days, and gloves to keep from tearing up his hands too badly. Wears hand-me-down clothes in the same casual style but less worn down.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Usually whatever he happens to be wearing at the time. Shorts and t-shirt
Miscellaneous clothing: Keeps a winter coat and extra socks, t-shirt, and cargo pants with him as well.

Backpack: Since he’s a traveler he tends to keep particular items on him. A hunting knife, a lighter, snacks he can store ranging from store bought chips to squirrel jerky, his extra clothing, fishing line, little packets of salt and pepper, a water bottle, and his notebooks. He's not a traveler any more and finally has a home.

Character

Personality: He can be rather easy going, cheerful most times, if not a little insane to those he knows well enough. Being that he’s spent most of his time hoofing it from town to town he’s found people are most at ease when you remain positive. The less threatening you seem the easier it is to ask favors. A childish demeanor is easier to handle for most soft hearts. This combined with the loneliness of constant travel and the push away from society, makes him able to jump from hyper-paranoid to almost sickeningly cheerful. Everything is for the benefit of surviving. If he has to play nice he will, if he has to fight he will.

But running and hiding will always be his first option, best not to waste good energy on fruitless ventures. If he decides, a place is a fruitless venture he’ll pack his stuff and leave, it’s as simple as that. If he decides a person is a fruitless venture he’ll waste no more thoughts on them. He’s locked out everything that might take too much energy, contain too many losses to handle surviving. So in a very real sense he’s never given himself time to mourn his childhood. Never gave himself time to mull over the meaning of his mutation or the politics that forced him into hiding. All he knows is the steady pace of moving on and that his mutation is a bigger part of him than anything else.

Update: In the past couple of years, Alex has grown somewhat pessimistic. Events like nearly dying, being arrested and brutalized by Australian police, his own powers demands on his body and mind, and current world events have made it feel like the sky is constantly falling. He still tries to keep a positive front for everyone in his life, he doesn't want to loose them after all. But internally, he's certain he'll die before he reaches 21.

Hobbies/ Interests: Drawing out ideas and creature concepts, writing in his journal, studying biology, zoology, and crypto-zoology, sometimes psychology and philosophy if he can manage it. And when he doesn’t have access to books or internet articles, those days lost in the wilderness, he studies the real thing, making meals into self made lectures on animal bodies before cooking fires consume important details.
Update: Alex, while still maintaining old hobbies, has picked up a few new ones. Training with Sam aka Cold Steel, and playing video games with friends.

Job or part time job and description: Unemployed
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: The thing he fears most is the inevitability that he will be alone, always and forever. He can’t stand it. It hasn’t morphed into a full blown phobia yet, but the danger is there. And his greatest concern at the moment is survival.
Special talents: Drawing, he’s gotten rather good at it since he’s been copying from biology and zoology text books. On occasion, he’ll draw for pay in parks and on the street.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good-neutral, he rather not out-right hurt people but he’s not going to play at being a hero either. Not unless there’s a good reason to.

Mutations

Mutation description: The ability to create animal constructs from decaying mater. However certain criteria must be filled in order for this to be effective.

The rules:

1. Alex must know how to construct the creature; bones, muscles, organ, etc. Without this prior knowledge, the creature will depend more heavily on Alex to keep it alive, thus risking damage to Alex.
2. The daily caloric intake of the construct must be accounted for in Alex’s diet. For every day after the initial creation, Alex must eat equal calories to both his own and the constructs needs.
3. The material acquired for the construct must be equal to it’s final mass or weight and anything special, such as poison or venom, must be added to the mixture.
4. To create the construct, Alex must be in a 30 foot range (seeing range in daylight). Once made, the constructs independence from Alex depends on its complexity or how real to life it is. The more complex the creature, the more likely it will act of its own accord and move further from him.
5. The more complex in mind the creation the fewer he can afford to make. A swarm of gnats is easy; they require little daily nutrition and can be collectively controlled as a hive mind. However a pack of dogs or wolves may prove too difficult at his current level and he may be limited to two or three.
Note: Specifically, Alex is limited to one large construct (100+lbs), or three medium constructs (20-80lbs), or five small constructs (1-10lbs), or a swarm of insects daily. Aside from the one large construct these can be mixed and matched on a needs bases.
6. Each construct requires new material. Alex is mentally connected to everything he creates. So if he were cut off from his creations, whether on purpose or through some external force, the creation would dissipate in unusable dirt. However he has taken to naming particular designs for his more complex minded and independent creations.
7. The material may vary greatly and still have the same general look and feel from one construct to the next. However the more organic the material - food, plant matter, carcasses, etc - the better as it’ll be easier to break down and reconstruct as well as how sturdy the creature will be. This is the difference between cheap material and expensive material.
8. How decayed the material will also affect the speed of creation and look of the construct. The fresher the material the harder it will be to break down, but it will retain it’s stronger bonding. Completely rotten material, while easier to break down, may not be as sturdy as fresher material. In general a half way point, or closer to fresh is preferred.
Note: The whole item does have to be dead. Directly after death may allow him to use the material. For example, that means an apple, even if it's freshly been picked, is dead. It can no longer grow, it's disconnected from the tree which was providing it life. Now this apple will be considerably harder to break down than say one that's a couple of days old but it still be used happen.
9. The time between the loss of the construct and the making of a new one varies, but in general 5 - 10 mins.

Notes:
1. The longer a construct is alive the more it gains a personality of its own. This personality remains in Alex, so if the constructs body is lost it can be recreated and retain its personality. However, this makes it difficult for Alex to let them go, even if it may cause him health problems in the end.
Some favorites:
A. Ace – The first flying construct he ever perfected, first based off a red-tailed hawk. Ace’s mind is probably the best developed of all the constructs and was the first of Alex’s constructs to inhabit several different body types. (Current construct time: 1 - 2 min depending on material)
B. Marry – The first large construct (130 pounds and 7 ft in length) he ever made, first based off a mountain lion. While it took a toll on his body, she protected him those few months at the beginning of his run away. She does not enjoy inhabiting small bodies. (Current construct time: 5 – 10 min depending on material)
C. Pick & Pocket – Two rat constructs he made to scout for him and often employs when in a new town or city. (Current construct time: 30 sec - 1 min depending on material)
2. While Alex has gotten rather good at creating constructs, the bigger it is the longer it will take. A chickadee may take a flicker of a thought, a few flies even less so. But on the other extreme, say an elephant, may take hours to construct, maybe even a full day. However, if rushed, he can forgo his usual precision and leave out unnecessary flesh. The rushed creation will be heavily dependent on Alex, as stated in rule 1, and may resemble a zombie creature.
3. Sleep also factors into how well made a construct may be, it’s not as great a factor as food so long as Alex isn’t sleep deprived.
4. Alex prefers insects when it comes to quick constructs, as they are simple and easier to create in mass.
5. Constructs do heal if the injury is non-fatal but it takes energy from Alex to do so and it will be at a normal pace.

Strengths: Through these constructs Alex can provide for himself all that he needs. People will often feed stray dogs or cats for instances, whom would bring the free meal to him. A hawk may hunt for him. With these constructs, he can also spy or patrol an area, likely through a insect or rodent construct. Larger constructs for protection and so on. He has yet to push too far on his abilities but in theory if he can make a design that is consistent with real life then it is possible.

Weaknesses and Limitations: However this all makes rather dependent on his creations. If he were to be cut off from his power, like through the power stopping collars, he would feel a crisis of loneliness to the point of feeling suffocated by it. Not only that but because he can see and hear and feel everything his constructs do, he will feel any injury placed upon them. Thankfully, it’s only feeling it and he receives no physical damage. However if the sensation is too intense, it has the potential to knock him out or leave him unable to move. Likewise, if he creates too much or something too big without the proper nutrition, it will render him too fatigued to do anything or force him to pass out. There is a danger of slipping into a coma or worse death.

Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities: While Alex may not be the strongest he has quite a lot of stamina. Able to play the long game when it comes to trekking long distances and meeting he’s travel goals. This could mean in a fight he may out last his opponent if he’s able to avoid them. This being said his reflexes are fair, enough so that he can duck out of a fight if need be. Speed is about the same, best to run than fight in most situations. He’s not too flexible though.
Fighting Style: He rarely, if ever will engage in a physical fight. However he has gotten in a few, mostly relying on hit and run tactics to stay out of an opponent’s range. He will use dirt from his pocket to blind another if it means getting away easier.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pros: Not really any, though it keeps him from gaining too many injuries. Cons: It shows just how cowardly and weak he physically is. He’s not much without his powers.

History Of Your Character
(I'm writing a full story of Alex' journey from Kuna, ID to New York, NY since it's three years long, check it out here.)

    Alex grew up in a less than ideal situation. Born to parents who couldn’t or didn’t want to care for him after a time, he was foisted on the foster care system at the age of three. He doesn’t even really remember what they look like or what they’re names may be. However, to him this is of little consequence. What was of consequence was the constant moving and unstable home situation. That being that he didn’t really have a home.

    By the time he was seven he finally found himself in a foster home that was, at the very least, stable enough. The foster mother was nice… so long as the topic wasn’t mutants. Why the woman seemed to have a hate on for mutants always escaped him but it honestly didn’t concern him. Until he turned ten that is and his mutation made itself known. Honestly wasn’t on purpose, it sort of just happened.

    A month and a half after turning ten and with Halloween drawing nearer, Alex was feeling rebellious. Taking what pocket money he had, he went to go to the nearest convenience store and grab his own personal stash of candy. On his own and with evening drawing nearer he happened upon some road kill.

    Now he did feel a ting of disgust at the pancaked animal that lay there in his path. However, something else pulled him nearer, a sense of pity and a want to fix it. Closer he got, until he was close enough to have the smell of decay invade his senses. With an unconscious motion of his hand, it began to move. First, a rapid deconstruction, body parts and mangled flesh becoming particles and then a reformation, a child’s attempt of refitting all the puzzle pieces.

    To say the results were horrifying would be an understatement. A walking carcass stood before him, a zombie animal made real. What's worse he could see through its mind, his own horrified face warped by its broken sight. In an instant, the connection was cut and the creature turned to dust. However, the damage was done. He thought for months after that he had some unholy power, something truly evil. He told no one for the longest time. Eventually, he did pluck up the courage to discussing a hypothetical with one of the other foster kids. It was then that a point was been made. Mutation, mutants, all of that stuff that was on the newsreel 24/7. It hadn’t even crossed his mind.

    Thank goodness for the internet. He had all the information he could ever want to frighten him. The government was out to get him, other mutants were dangerous, and humans were generally disgusted with mutants. Everywhere he looked pointed to the fact that the world would be a far more dangerous place than he expected. He needed to prepare, he needed to figure his power out and quick.

    Determined not to let his new found power lead to his destruction, he dove head first into research. The library became his second home. He buried himself in books and internet articles. At first he thought his powers had to do with bending flesh, raising the dead. But if that were the case there would have been no need to break things down and reconstruct them. According to what he read most things were made of fairly basic elements, carbon, water, salt, and so on. Basic elements found in everyday material.

    So he experimented, practiced in secret. Driven by instinct and research and it went on like this for three more years. He had never been happier to live in Kuna, Idaho, where the rural lands were the perfect testing grounds for his secret power. Though, some of the farmers were none too pleased about finding him unconscious in their fields on occasion. This didn’t endear him to anyone. People found him strange, too quiet, too in his own world. They knew something was up they just couldn’t pinpoint it.

    And these people didn’t keep to themselves either. They fed his foster mother’s concerns, echo chambered her worries about mutants, the children she was keeping, how any oddity could be a sign of worse things to come. Moreover, it became more and more difficult to leave and return to the house as he pleased. The small town life was becoming too difficult to bear.

    So, he ran. Packed whatever he could and in the dead of night ran. He traveled for three years, avoiding cops and people who might recognize his face as that of a missing child, a ward of the state. Bouncing from town to town, sticking to off roads and wooded areas, only heading to populated towns when need be or to stay as long as he could at the library.

    He met a few mutants along the way and sympathizing humans too. It eased his worry, calmed him some to know that he wasn’t always walking with a target on his back.

    All the while he researched and practiced, toiling at this mutation that had become his craft. The name Rebirth was given to him by another mutant, a kid too young to be living in the streets but whose mutation left him unable to be anything but a shadow. He did what he could for the kid, tried to live up the name that spoke of a hope for something new, and when that kid disappeared from sight weeks later, he knew he had to move on.

    The name Debris was given to him by another. A cop from one town who had gotten close to catching him on multiple occasions but always found his hands covered in dirt one way or another. It was a fitting name, given not only due to the nature of his power but how he lived his life.

    He never stuck around long enough to become a permanent fixture in someone’s life however. The need for movement far too ingrained in him now. But it’s curious to find himself in New York City of all places. For what reason the migratory pull led him here he doesn’t know, but he sure he’ll find out.

Roleplay

Where did you learn about this site?: Found it while looking for an X-Men rp for original characters, looks like I’m in the right place.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: N/A
Sample RP:

    The first thing that struck him was the noise of the city. The crash of the city limits falling on him at an unfamiliar frequency that set his ears to ringing. This was not the familiar silent farmlands he was used to roaming nor the small towns low hum of activity even on the busiest days. This was a cacophony of noise he wasn’t sure was healthy. Perhaps that’s why New Yorkers were famously callous, they couldn’t hear their own thoughts.

    Alternatively, maybe it was the smell, which was the second thing that caught his attention. Or the cold from the shadows of the towering buildings or the shove of strangers packed closer than was comfortable.

    Still…Ignoring all that Alex fallowed the tug of the falcon sailing high above, providing the best kind of GPS laid out in his head. The duel sensation just a touch annoying, the falcon overlaying its own sight on his, not unlike one sheet of tracing paper on top of another. However, the annoyance of this sensation was not enough to cut the connection and walk without it.

    The greenery of Central Park is what had his attention, a safe haven in this place of reckless chaos. Why he was here, he didn’t know. Nevertheless, the lead of his feet never failed to take him to good places, migratory instinct pulling him east. Whether this was a stopover like all the rest or a place of permanence was yet to be seen.

    But have after miles of walking, he’d be grateful for the rest. Stepping into the boundaries of central park and finding the nearest bench, he let out a sigh of relief. All that remained would be to find a spot to settle. Leaning back, he smiled to himself, watching the falcon circle above.

Welcome to the site, Alex! Extremely well thought out. Love it!

Thanks Emily!

I love it on MRO. This would freak me the *#&5 otherwise. Thanks for the nightmares. Looking forward to reading more.

Lol, glad it at least sticks with you. Which is part of what I was going for. I'm working on writing back story on those three years Alex spent traveling, so you'll definitely read a lot more soon.

Started writing the three year journey, first post/chapter is up here. Expect more over time. :3

New drawings/character appearance reference sheet added at the top, if anybody is interested.

AV!Alex Goya

Individual

Character's full name: Alex Maurell Goya
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Gluttony, World Eater
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Date of Birth: 10/18/1995
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: A foster home in Kuna, Idaho
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Latino (Puerto Rico)

Appearance

Hair color and style: Dark brown, a bit longer and fluffier than MRO!Alex
Skin Tone: Tan
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 5’8”
Build: Lean
Visible mutation: Eyes glow during power use
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Faint scarring from numerous fights, beatings, and where he had used a hawk construct to dig out SUPER’s tag.
Other features: N/A

Everyday clothing style: Comfortable and flexible; so hooded sweaters, hoodies, sweat pants, jeans, t-shirts, really anything that can be slept in.
Uniform: Black long sleeve shirt, jacket, pants, dark military style boots, gloves, and a faceless mask that’s mostly for intimidation purposes. Generally it’s all meant to conceal his identity as much as possible and keep SUPER from finding him again.
Sleepwear: Underwear
Miscellaneous clothing: Always wearing a collar, tracks his movements and keeps him under control in his less stable moods.

Character

Personality: This Alex is all at once composed and not at all. His mind houses his constructs, but the barrier between his personality and theirs is thin. To a point that he’ll refer to himself as “we” rather than “I”. The animalistic tendencies of his constructs bleed over into his personality, making him standoffish to strangers, susceptible to food bribes, and quick to using brute force rather than talking things out. Sometimes he’ll even growl and bare his teeth on his worse days. Still, when he’s calm and with people he likes, he can be pleasant and talkative, or quiet if that person rather not talk. However, having his head crammed with other minds, other personalities, can make him something of a scatter shot on mood sometimes. Most days he can be pretty put together, everyone inside working together with ease, other times one or another personality takes over and he might end up wandering off on his own and causing trouble or getting into fights for no good reason. The collar was an unfortunate, but good compromise to keep him under control.
Hobbies/ Interests: Puzzles; anything that he can pull apart and put back together or figure out the pattern to, or unlock, thing like that that keep his hands and mind busy.
Job or part time job and description: Ragnarok's “attack dog”, doesn’t do much of anything else other than kill on command and make bodies disappear.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Losing his powers is one of his bigger fears, but that’s only connected to his fear of being seen as useless. Has a rather big phobia of needles.
Special talents: Mixed martial arts training gained from an early age

Morality

Good/bad/neutral/other: Bad-neutral; given his profession and the people he relies on and the way that the world has treated him up to this point, he could be forgiven for feeling like he doesn’t owe the world shit and he’ll take whatever he can get.

Mutations

Mutation description:
Unchanged


Strengths: Unchanged
Weaknesses and Limitations: Unchanged except: Alex grew his power around big but short bursts of use rather than small, steadier, long term use. Once his power drains him, he’s done, and will be near comatose for the next day or several days. That being said, Alex will only use his powers if up against multiple opponents or a mutant, otherwise he tends to rely on his martial arts training.

Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities: For a lean guy Alex has a surprising amount of strength and speed, knocking out opponents with quick, efficient strikes. While his stamina leaves something to be desired, he more than makes up for it with generally good flexibility and well honed reflexes. Mixed that with a little parkour training and you have a very skilled killing machine.
Fighting Style: Mixed martial arts, started at the age of 10 and has been consistently training since then.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: His style can be somewhat manic, quick and fierce, meant to knock opponents out in as few hits as possible, due to the worry that his stamina will run out before he can finish them. This erratic style can often lead him to forget to block or even act on the defensive, preferring to stay on the offensive even if it’s too his detriment.

History Of Your Character
Unchanged except: Goya, instead of hiding his powers and preparing for the worse, immediately went to his foster parents and shared his powers. Tried to show them, tried to frame it like those bible stories he had been told. They didn’t take it like that. No, it was 2005, he was 10 years old, and mutants were still a frightening unknown. His fosters reported him and within a day someone came to pick him up, an official looking woman who said that he’d be put into special care for his special power.

He didn’t want to believe them, didn’t want to be moved somewhere unknown. But he didn’t have a choice. Alex spent the next eleven or so years as a lab rat, it was hard to tell how much real time passed. He hadn’t been allowed outside, he hadn’t seen the sun, he could only tell time by how much he was growing. He marked days by showers and haircuts, blood samples, tests, and tag changes. He was stripped of his humanity and made deeply aware than no one cared about his pain.

He tried using his powers to dig a hole out of his cell, but found that he couldn’t affect the metal, the rebar that was between the concrete, effectively caging him in. So instead he fought; he kicked and screamed and bit when they didn’t think to muzzle him. It was strange, even as he fought them, they taught him how to fight more effectively. They told him that they wanted to train him to be a hero, tried to convince him that they wanted to use him for good.

But as his powers grew, he didn’t need his constructs to smell the lie on them. So he took the training, that being the only times he would ever cooperate. At least at first.

2016 rolls around, they have spent nearly eleven years trying and failing to break him. Every action only serves to worsen his attitude, makes him more feral and reliant on force to get his way. The 21 year old was a product of their isolation and abuse. That was when they brought in another mutant; smaller, younger, scared, and just as feral as him or nearly as much. The boy had no name, no home, nothing to identify him other than mutant, and, while Alex knew it was a ploy to manipulate him, he felt for the other boy.

He couldn’t help it, some animal part of him whispered to protect this child, this other mutant. He needed to do it, there was no way he was going to let this child become a lab rat like him. So they used that against him. Made him jump through metaphorical hoops just to keep the younger mutant from having to face the testing on his own, to shield him from abuse. But he knew it couldn’t go on like that for much longer. They kept them separate for the most part and he worried what they might do without him there to protect him.

One night he found where they inserted the tag and a month later, they took him on his first field mission, bringing the boy, now call Delta 7, along as incentive to play along. But that was just what he was hoping. The first moments they had alone, he created a small falcon to dig out the tag, and, with his arm bleeding, he grabbed D7 and ran. But, somehow they got separated, somehow he was no longer able to hold on to D7 and turning back would have been the end of him.

So he kept running, his mind focusing on survival, nothing else mattered. Days passed, finding him deep in the heart of NYC. With nowhere else to go, he followed where the whispers pointed to. A man named Poseidon had an open door for mutants and it was with Ragnarok that he found his place. Those first days, he was a shivering, huddled mess, unwilling to talk, let alone explain himself, outside of the fact that he was a mutant that needed help, that needed protection. It took him time finally explain to Poseidon what had happened, the eleven years he suffered at the hands of SUPER, and that he had abandoned a child in order to get away.

The man used that against him, taking that guilt and telling him that they’d rescue the child, but at a cost. Everything had a cost. For him, an escapee with nowhere else to turn, he took it. He’s still waiting on the day Jorge fulfills his promise, when his work, the number of people he’s hurt and killed will be enough to move Ragnarok to saving a single child. It’s already been a year and he doesn’t know how much longer he can wait.

Roleplay

Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Victor Ochoa and regular Alex