The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Rivka brow furrowed in a look of confusion. "How you 'wipe' with Whitten? Is Fire type, no water, yes?" She didn't know that much about this particular game, truth be told. She was sort of a Star Worlds fan-fiction nerd. Well, and she'd done some romantic fan fiction too, but she would never, ever, admit to that, much less show it to anyone! It wasn't hard to get her to confess to her SW addiction though.
Then he closed the game and said he was "burned out". She made a face, as she thought about that. Ah! They'd had something spicy at dinner, she had this one! "Yes, dinner, it spicy. You want, I get acid?" she offered sweetly, trying to be helpful. Acid, antacid; whatever. Stuff you took when you ate something and it didn't agree with you. On the other hand, heaven only knew what she'd actually retrieve if she tried...
The last one seemed a little odd as a piece of conversation, but Americans did have different customs. It was a slight puzzler too though, as she wasn't sure if Luke would understand kilos. She'd have to risk it; if he didn't, he could use his phone to get a conversion, she was sure. "Uh, at, ah, coming-in physical? Was forty-six point seven kilo. Am sorry, not sure what is pound" she told him honestly. She thought it was around a hundred, but couldn't be sure.
She'd gotten used to the other question that mutants tended to ask as a... what was it called? An ice-crusher or something? That was 'what's your power?' She'd gotten over her initial fear of even admitting she was a mutant. That was safe here. Her power, well, that tended to produce giggles. But she was at least getting the hang of the things that American's said, and everyone had their boss to bear! She couldn't remember if Luke or someone else had said that one, but she was proud to have learned it so quickly.
"Apology. Not word want. COMmute" she said carefully. Convolute? Was it even a word? She thought perhaps it was, but wasn't sure now. She'd have to dig out her English-Hebrew dictionary later, unless Abba got her dratted phone working!
Rivka quirked her head to one side. Mani...what? "Am sorry; man-na-fast?" she asked, looking genuinely confused.
Rivka nodded solemnly, wringing her hands in her lap with her knees pushed together. The way she looked, one would have thought she was sitting at a detectives desk, being questioned about shoplifting or something.
"Bought bubble, ah... soup?" she began to explain. Soup, soap... close enough, "ah... 8 day past? Blew bubbles balcony. Imagine in one...was in, look out. Float above pool when got out. Fell to pool. Splash!" She did move her hands to indicate the rather lucky splash-down that had saved her from injury, but not embarrassment. Then she folded her hands in her lap again, though she immediately began to fidget, looking apologetic and worried what this stranger might think, apparently forgetting that this was now the norm where she was living!
"Food law; make own breakfast" Rivka explained, as she gazed upwards. This guy was really tall! Or, um... actually, on closer scrutiny, she wasn't entirely sure if this was a girl or a guy. Was it...possible to be both? He (or she) was a mutant after all. Whatever the case, they were definitely tall and skinny! "Go early, kitchen not crowd. Like come, easy make two?" she offered. She was very animated and talked a lot with her hands as well, which made it easier to determine that she was offering to cook breakfast for them both, if Auburn cared to join her.
Rivka was trotting down the hall at a good clip, on her way to make breakfast. It was fairly easy to find something to eat that was semi-Kosher during lunch and dinner, but breakfast was more of a challenge. The breakfast bar seemed to have bacon or ham in, on, or touching just about everything she wanted to eat. As such, she'd taken to cooking her own eggs in a cast-iron skillet she kept separate for her own use. She'd learned to be a bit more flexible in her interpretation of the Law when it came to food, but one still had to draw a line somewhere. She liked to arrive in the ktichen early however, before it got crowded.
On the street, she was very guarded, as being aware of her surroundings was a fact of life where she grew up, more so than other parts of the world. But here inside the school, she wasn't nearly so worried, or cautious. Which was problably why she blundered right into the trap. Her foot caught on the bottom piece of plastic wrap, causign her to trip and pitch forward, which combined with being short brought her head down under the top piece. The middle band caught her mid-body, stretched...and tossed her back, as she began to flay at the air. "EEEeeee!" Coming up straight, her head hit the top piece which gave way, even as she grabbed for the middle to catch herself, and that one too pulled away. The petite brunette, found herself on her butt, tangled in cling wrap which now, true to its name, clung to itself. She looked very surprised and rather bewildered by the whole thing.
That's when the other student showed up, and what had happened become clear - she'd blundered into a prank meant for someone else. Hopefully they realized, this meant war... Rivka began to laugh as she was helped up, and tried to get a piece of plastic that was wrapped around her arm off. "Am Rivka" she said in her heavily accented English. "Umm.... please to meet?" she replied, as she got her arm free.
"Yes, am board student" nodding as she replied, meaning she was living onsite as a boarding-school student, and not realizing how it sounded as she'd said it. Truth was, she was a bright student that would keep teachers on their toes, but she really was not difficult to engage. "Ab...ah, Father working the Israeli embassy Washington. No can, ah... what word? Go back, forth?" she continued, her big green eyes looking puzzled. She was sure there was a specific word, but couldn't remember it at first. "Ah! No can convolute!" Well, it was close at least.
"Am 15, one child, birthday December. Discover am...different...week ago. Move US already plan. Is big, ah, job move?" she told the woman, her shoulders and hands indicating 'there wasn't anything we could do but move'. "Abba find school when arrive" Rivka explained. She'd actually let go of the backpack and set it on the floor next to her chair. Her hands were in constant motion now, as she tried to get her point across. She was sitting very neatly in the chair, not slouched like some of her peers. "No sure who father talk"
She took a deep breath, then blurted out "Control... bubbles" as if she were confessing to stealing state secrets or something. Despite her best friend Tamar's assurance that it was going to be okay, she was still sure she was going to be treated like a leper from now on.
ooc: feel free to misinterpret and quiz to your heart's content. Mirror Grey-Morris
Honestly, it wasn't her fault. Well, maybe a little her fault, but she grew up without a letter sounding like "J" and had done just fine without it. But, when trying to explain to the cabbie where she was trying to go, things had gotten, well, mixed up. Temple Jerusalem, Masonic Temple... whatever (at least in the cabbie's mind). So she was now on a street corner, and very lost. She was supposed to meet a friend of her uncle there. Her phone still wasn't working, so calling for help, or just trying her best to look up the correct address wasn't an easy option.
She tried asking the locals, or at least people she thought might be local. They all seemed way too busy to even listen, much less help. She finally tried to flag down a cab to return to the school, but even that had become a disaster when she'd finally gotten one to slow down, only to have some pushy guy jump in and steal it. The bright lights of the local shows brought her no comfort. It only meant she'd managed to get lost in one of the busiest parts of the city.
So, there she stood, angry and confused, and, though she was loath to admit it, a little scared too. All of this fussing about had taken quite a bit of time too. The one thing her stupid phone was still good for was keeping time. She'd long since missed the beginning of service, and coming in late was frowned upon. At this point however, she wasn't even sure what direction the school was in, lost in this man-made canyon of buildings. So taking the subway or even walking home wasn't much of an option.
Mad now at herself, Rivka angrily wiped away a tear, determined to pull herself together and figure this out! Somehow... She pulled her jacket tighter around slight frame as she began to shiver. Living somewhere that was (from her point of view) both cold and humid was not improving her outlook on the day either. One thing she definitely decided though. When she got back to the school, she was going to make a beeline to the nearest store, and get a phone that worked in the US! Her miser father could simply deal with it when he got the credit card bill!
Rivka gave her a worried little smile as she shook the woman's hand. "Please meet. Am Rivka Katzin" she replied, putting her palm on her chest to indicate herself. "Abba say, am registry as stuDent?" she explained to Maya, "security person, say am no record." She spoke slowly and cautiously, obviously trying to speak English correctly within her knowledge of it but struggling with words. Things like pronouns and adverbs seemed especially challenging if not downright lost on her. "Abba had duty, could no come" she concluded, shaking her head and wringing her hands. Her hair seemed to respond to the high-humidity by getting more curly, which caused it to bounce around her face when she moved.
"Oh! Please forgive; Abba, it is father English" she clarified, or at leas tried to clarify. "United States few days. Never use English much but school class." The joy of trial-by-fire English as a Second language! In a strange country and city and a very strange school no less! She seemed to have a habit of often accenting the second syllable in a word, some more than others. 'Student' in particular was falling victim to this, making it sound like she was talking about someone from the old joke about "Stu Dent".
She looked to be in her mid-teens, and carried herself pretty well, considering the rather overwhelming situation she'd wound up in. When she wasn't clutching the strap of the pack, she seemed inclined to talk with her hands.
Rivka took a hop back to get out of the way of the animal and avoid being run over, only to start to step forward and have to repeat the motion with the apparent owner. The new student's face scrunched up in worried confusion, as her eyes flicked from the enormous dog, to the woman with the sandwich and tried desperately to keep an eye on everything thing else at the same time too. Trying to interpret English was challenge enough for the girl, much less English ala Sandwich.
She'd gone from holding on to the strap of the small backpack like a lifeline to something more defensive - a definite 'if that thing tries to eat me, I will club it with this bag' stance. She began to relax a teeny-tiny bit though, when the big slobbery... thing... made it clear it wanted out, not to eat her. Well, or a treat. Humans = Treats was pretty clearly written on its face, not to be confused with 'human As treat'. Still, she was pretty sure that kilo for kilo, the dog probably outweighed her.
"Excuse? Am... new stuDent?" she hazarded, in thickly-accented English. She was wearing a white peasant-blouse, the top part of which laced up to a circular neckline that showed no more than her collarbones, and a dark blue midi skirt. She also wore a gold Star of David, which might help one pinpoint her accent as being Israeli in origin.
Rivka began walking, marveling at the incredible colors of the trees as autumn crept over the countryside. She was walking along a low hedge when a rabbit-ish... thing, leapt over the hedge. She let out a loud squeak, and hopped a foot back quite startled.
She only just had time to look up when she heard something else coming before getting hit by water! Then she saw the pony going for a jump and she hit the ground.
She heard a ''sorry" from the rider and realized as he rode off it wasn't a pony- but a unicorn?!?
What kind of a madhouse had her father dropped her into anyway?
So, Rovka is a new student at the school. She'll be 16 in December. She's too young to be real far from the school but she will have to travel to a synagogue on Saturdays which provides possibilities away from the mansion.
She's an Israeli, so her English is clipped and sometimes awkward. She can use some friends to help her explore her new situation! She only recently discovered she's a mutant, so her grasp on her abilities isn't all that great yet. Luckily, it isn't earth-shattering. 😁
Rivka slipped silently into the admissions office. She'd left her bags by the door at the suggestion of the guy working security who'd let her cab in the gate. Then he'd directed her up here. Abba had been called away on Official Business, and she'd had to make the flight from Washington to New York on her own. To make matters worse, getting her phone set up with a US cell provider had proven more challenging than expected, so she was in a strange country, without a working cell phone! How, exactly, did Abba expect his teen daughter to survive?
All the same, she'd muddled through, and made it this far. He'd assured her that they'd be expecting her and everything would go smoothly. The security guy had squelched that though, when he said 'she wasn't on the list'. Not a good sign.
Rivka's blue eyes darted about the office nervously, as she clutched the strap of her backpack for dear life. The petite girl waited for someone to take notice so she could figure out what she was supposed to do now. Abba told her she was enrolled. Maybe they'd spelled the name wrong?
Hair color and style: Long, dark brown and wavy with highlights
Skin Tone: Olive
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5' 2"
Build: Slim, athletic. 103 lbs
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Both ears pierced, no tattoos
Other features: Always wears a gold Star of David
Everyday clothing style: Varies, but clothing is fairly conservative. Jeans & shirt or long skirt and blouse frequently. She loves silly t-shirts, and has a fair number of them, some of which are in Hebrew.
Uniform: Rivka's uniform is black with yellow highlights on the shoulders. She has added a knee-length skirt to her mutant student training uniform, to make the tight uniform a bit more modest.
Sleepwear: shorts and tank top or t-shirt generally
Miscellaneous clothing: During Shabbat, Rivka has a headscarf that she wears while lighting the Shabbat candles. It belonged to her mother, and is precious to her. She'd run into a burning building to retrieve it.
Character
Personality:
Rivka is quiet, and rather shy, except with close friends. This tendency has only gotten worse since coming to the United States, where she feels awkward because she isn't fluent in English, and her accent is hard to miss.
She is polite, and fairly conservative in her dress, though she has been a little more rebellious and daring as she's hit her mid-teens. She defers to adults and doesn't tend to take the lead in things, unless no one else will and she really feels she has a plan. She has a tendency to bite or chew on her lower lip when she nervous, and has a shy giggle when she's attracted to someone. She also plays with a lock of her hair when nervous or flirting, though her expression will usually reveal if she's nervous. Being shy however, flirting tends to make her nervous.
She's a little OCD about funny things like light switches - Given a 3-way switch, she wants them both up, or both down. Eating M&M's, she'll sort them by color, then eat them. Given a handful of peanuts, she'll eat the peanut halves first, then the whole peanuts. The list goes on...
Rivka tries to keep Kosher, but has found it harder to do so since coming to the US. Still, she makes a real effort, and won't deliberately violate the rules. She's more flexible than what some would call ultra-orthodox, and doesn't insist on two sets of plates and such.
Because she's shy and conservative in many things, people often underestimate her sense of humor. She actually loves practical jokes, and if pranked, she won't get mad - she'll get even. Mess with someone who can completely fill your dorm room with bubbles at your own peril.
While she may be timid around people, Rivka is actually an adrenaline junkie outside of social settings. She loves roller-coasters and going fast by whatever means. Cars, motorcycles, airplanes, zip lines – she’s willing to try most anything. It's one of the reasons why she loves ultralights. She's especially fond of open cockpits and motorbikes.
Job or part time job and description: None currently.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Rivka worries about her country, and the possibility of another war. Whenever there's a missile attack, she's concerned for the safety of those she knows back in her home country.
Rivka is slowly coming to terms with the fact that, while she's attracted to boys, she can't help but find some girls attractive too. This runs counter to a lifetime of religious upbringing, and twists her stomach in knots every time it happens or she just stops to ponder it.
Special talents:
Language:. Rivka picks up languages very easily, and had the opportunity to do so in her multi-ethnic home country. She's fluent in Hebrew and good at Arabic, which are both used extensively in Israel. Her English is usually understandable, but comes out very clipped and her phrasing can be rather interesting. English is a mandatory class in Israeli schools; she wishes she’s worked harder there now. She knows a smattering of Russian – mostly things like Please and Thank you and ‘pass the potatoes’. She picked up the Russian because her best friend (Tamar) is the child of Russian emigrants to Israel. She can't read or write any Russian.
Flying: Rivka has a little experience as an ultralight pilot, under her father’s tutelage. She has never soloed, nor has she flown anything bigger, and is not familiar with the complex avionics in high-performance aircraft. But she'd love a chance to learn about them. She could probably land an ultralight in a pinch, but it would likely only count as a ‘good’ landing. That is, one you walk away from…
Weekend Mechanic: She's an adept assistant with tools, and helped her father assemble a new ultralight he had purchased, as well as assisting older friends work on their scooters. She's just young enough that she missed the window of being able to use an electric scooter in Israel herself. She probably thinks she’s better at this than she really is – she is a teen after all.
Dance: Rivka likes to do dancing in the shul, and Israeli folk dancing. It isn't anything fancy, but she is quite graceful at it. She'll happily teach anyone who cares to learn.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good - Rivka was raised in an Orthodox Jewish home, and follows her religion closely. She tries to apply Torah to everything she does, to the best of her understanding. It would take a lot to get her to deviate from those principles.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Bubblepathy: Rivka is able take over bubbles and control them for various purposes. She usually uses children's soap bubbles, but most any liquid-based bubble will do in a pinch. She has two levels of bubbles; Basic or Enhanced. A basic bubble she takes control of will last 5 minutes before popping, unless she further enhances it. For the sake of clarity and my sanity, I use a fatigue system of 0 to 10 to track Power costs, where 10 is ‘can barely walk’, falling-down tired.
Unfortunately, at this time she has to have a bottle of bubbles to make use of her power – she cannot generate them on her own. She can also use ‘found’ bubbles – car washes, dish tubs and such. She once robbed her betta fish of a couple of bubbles from his nest!
A bubble she controls looks slightly more shiny than the average soap bubble. The difference is subtle, but noticeable if you’ve seen it. Capture bubbles have a blue shine to them that makes them distinctive.
"Basic" bubble uses & abilities: She can move a bubble she controls up or down and make it float in a direction of her choosing. She can also resize it from miniscule (a couple of millimeters) up to giant size (4 meters). They move at up to 15 mph. Her maximum range is dictated by how far she can maintain visual contact. A tiny bubble might be 10 or 20 meters, a really big bubble could be hundreds of meters or more. Basic bubbles are very durable - relative to a plain soap bubble at least. Touching them won't pop them for instance. However, deliberately trying to pop one with a knife, stick, bullet or whatever will pop them immediately. She can control a maximum of five bubbles at once, but making them all do different things is akin to patting your head and rubbing your tummy - not impossible, but not easy either. Moving them as a herd or just letting them drift on the wind is much simpler. Basic bubbles are useful for Bubble Jump.
Bubble Jump: - Rivka can jump into, or out of, any bubble she controls, or from one to another. Basic bubbles are good for this, though this is best done when they're close to the ground, as jumping out is just like jumping off of something. The bubble grows to accommodate her. NOTE! She can bubble jump into a capture/protection bubble, but not out. She is trapped inside of it until it dissipates, just like anyone else. By holding hands, she can take someone with her, if they’re adventurous…
She can further enhance bubbles for specific tasks.
Bubble wall: – the exception to the “5 bubble” rule. She can create a mass of bubbles that stick together. They can slow or halt movement, though they are a poor defense against bullets or similar. Imagine individual bubble-wrap bubbles, stuck together with the worse static cling imaginable. Fill a room or hallway with them. Now try to walk through it… Good luck with that. While they can be used stand-alone, the bubble wall works best in a confined space. 1 pt of fatigue per 10’^3 area x hours.
Capture/Protection: – A very strong bubble, which can be used to trap opponents. To use, she must move the bubble to touch her target, which is immediately enveloped and trapped. Note! It will trap the first thing it touches – friend or foe, sentient or animal. In theory, it could trap an object, if it is small enough.
The bubble is extremely tough and flexible, and can take a beating without breaking. It would take a character with strength in the 5 ton (or greater) range to punch through by brute force. Blades can be used to cut out of (or into) the bubble, but it is akin to hacking through the thick rubber conveyor belts used for mining, and takes time to do.
The bubble doesn’t just keep something in, but also keeps stuff out. As such, it can be used for protection from bullets and other attacks. Unfortunately, for that to work, someone has to be inside the bubble. One could, in theory, hide behind a bubble for cover which already contains someone.
It costs her a point of fatigue to create a capture bubble that lasts up to an hour and would hold up to a large human. Giant-sized bubbles (up to 4 meters) cost double. A person sized bubble can grow to envelop something giant-sized (up to its max) but the extra fatigue is sucked out of her immediately! She can have it last less than an hour, but the cost is the same and she has to decide how long it will last at creation (like setting a timer). Each additional hour costs another point of fatigue at creation, and she cannot change the time once set.
Transport: – essentially a slightly tougher, longer-lasting Basic bubble, the transport bubble lasts an hour or more. She (and a guest, if they’re friendly) can sail along, up in the air, in a transport bubble at up to 15 mph, unfazed by lakes, rivers, or hordes of hungry mosquitoes. The transport bubble has about the same durability as a car windshield. It’ll protect against wind, rain, and even hail if it isn’t too large, but not against bullets or phased pulse cannons. They are gas permeable so oxygen isn’t a problem unless altitude gets extreme. But do you really want to go to 30,000’ in a soap bubble? A bubble that lasts up to an hour costs her a point of fatigue. Unlike the Capture bubble, she can choose to extend that time at the expense of additional fatigue. She can Bubble Jump in and out of a transport bubble at will or simply make it dissipate. Getting out is like getting out of a car or airplane; you want to be close to the ground when you do it, or have a plan if you’re not!
Weaknesses and Limitations:
Beyond the cost in fatigue, her Bubbles do have some other interesting limitations...
Wind: While she can move a bubble at up to 15 mph in still air, a headwind will take away from this. A tailwind will increase it. A crosswind plays havoc with her attempts to make a bubble go exactly where she wants it and often cuts into the top speed (unless it's a quartering tailwind).
Up or Down drafts: Like wind, these mess with moving a bubble where she wants. A strong draft in either direction may be able to overpower her ability to make the bubble rise or fall.
Not immune: Rivka isn't immune to her own Capture bubbles! If someone can blow it back into her, it'll grab her! Ditto teammates, civilians, neighborhood dogs... it'll catch the first critter it contacts. Think of it as a floating grenade. While she can use them for protection, she’s stuck in there until it dissipates at the end of its set time.
Capturing a Giant target by accident If she accidently captures a giant target with a capture bubble intended for something normal sized, she immediately loses fatigue equal to the original bubble cost. Depending on how tired she already was and the cost, this may have some bad side effects, like knocking her out.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Rivka is a pretty average teenage girl. She likes to go running, so she has good speed and stamina, but nothing exceptional. Because she does martial arts training regularly, she's fairly strong for her size, but being quite petite, she's not strong compared to large people.
Fighting Style: Krav Maga (see History)
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Krav Maga was designed to end a fight quickly, but Rivka tends to hesitate due to her desire not to hurt anyone and fear that she might injury someone badly. Her skill level would be about equal to a green or brown belt in karate. Good enough to be useful, but not a master by any means.
History Of Your Character
Rivka is the daughter of Major Moshe Katzin and Liam Katzin. Her mother died in a traffic accident when she was young. Major Katzin never remarried, but focused his available time and attention on his daughter. Her father is a career IDF officer, who most recently was assigned to the Israeli Embassy in New York in charge of security. He was a fighter pilot, but after moving away from front-line roles, he took up ultralight flying, much to the delight of his daughter, who was still quite young. Flying has been a hobby that they've shared ever since then, and one that Rivka loves. She had begun to learning to pilot her father’s ultralight, under his teaching, before they moved from Israel.
Rivka's father insisted on teaching her self-defense from the time she was about 7. She's really not that found of it, particularly since he insists on krav maga. She'd be more interested in kick boxing, with it's more elegant kicks, but her father is not one to be argued with. He could never quite wrap his head around the fact that his style, with his greater strength, particularly in his upper body, didn't necessarily transfer that well to his much shorter, lighter daughter. All the same, she fairly good, if only to make her father happy. That said, she's only 47 kilos (soaking wet), so she won't be standing toe-to-toe with a UFC champ anytime soon. She did compete in one tournament, where she placed third in her weight class. Just don’t ask how many were competing.
She happened into her mutation quite by accident. She had bought a bottle of bubbles on a whim, and was on the balcony of their apartment blowing them. She watched one float away over the complex pool, and absently wished she could float around with it. The next thing she new, she was in the bubble! Wishing (thinking) she didn't want to be got her back out - about 3 meters in the air, but still over the pool luckily. No one happened to be in the pool at the time, so she slunk back up to her apartment, dripping and totally bewildered by what had happened.
Rivka told her father, who quickly figured out what was going on. Knowing how mutants are received in the world, Rivka's father swore her to secrecy. Still, teens will be teens, and a couple of her friends are aware of her special 'talent'. Shortly after finding out about her power, Rivka moved to Washington, when her father was assigned as head of security to the Israeli embassy there. While she likes the adventure of seeing new things, she's very homesick for her friends in Israel. It's hard to stay in touch with the time difference.
After arriving in the United States, her father found out about a "special" school through contacts, and arranged for his daughter to attend there. The school, being in New York is close enough that he can arrange for his daughter to visit Washington when needed. She is, however, not under foot while he attends to his duties at the embassy.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Nim
Where did you learn about this site?: N/A
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Claire Lockerby - Scissors
Sample RP:
"Okay, what was so important that you couldn't tell me in a text?" Tamar asked Rivka, after she'd been let into Rivka's apartment. She was showing a playful annoyance with her best friend, who said she needed to talk to her, but couldn't do it over the phone.
"Um, well" Rivka stammered, not sure how to begin. The expression of worry and stress was immediately apparent to Tamar, who quit joking around and became immediately supportive. Her first thought was that something had happened to Rivka's father.
"Rivka, what is it?" she asked, putting her hands on the smaller girls shoulders. Tamar stood a good half-head taller, with light-brown hair and deep brown eyes that seemed to drive boys wild. She never wanted for suitors, whereas shy Rivka hadn't been on a date. Technically, she'd been asked out once, but her father, Major Katzin, had scared the boy off.
"I, ah, I found out something about myself. Something you may not like" she confessed, looking down. She glanced up to an encouraging 'go on' expression on Tamar's face. She took a deep breath, and then blurted it out, eager to just be done with it. "I'm a mutant Tamar" she said, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. It wasn't being a mutant and having a weird ability that frightened her, so much as the fear of losing her friend. But they'd never held anything back from each other, and she felt that Tamar deserved to know. Tamar's eyebrows rose in surprise at this announcement. Rivka? Petite little Rivka? A mutant?!?
"So...how? Or what or, I do not know how to ask. How do you know?" the taller girl inquired. After all, maybe it was a mistake, and Rivka was freaking out over nothing.
"Is easier to show you" Rivka said. She'd been experimenting since the Pool incident, and now had a little control over her bubbles. She led Tamar onto the balcony, and picked up the bottle of bubbles. Tamar was obviously trying not to laugh as Rivka blew a few bubbles. "Now watch" she said, as they began to drift away on the breeze. She made two of them come back, and hover between them. "Go ahead. Touch it. It won't pop" she stated, nodding at the bubbles.
Tamar cautiously touched the bubble, expecting it to burst despite Rivka's assurance that it wouldn't. True to her word however, it moved away but didn't burst.
"You control... bubbles" Tamar stated flatly.
Rivka nodded solemnly as she began to weep, her tears rolling down her face as if she'd confessed to being a fire-breathing dragon who now craved virgin flesh.
Tamar wrapped her arms around Rivka, pulling her into a hug. "Rivka... only you would wind up as a bubble mutant" she said, making no attempt to keep the bemused tone out of her voice. It said all that needed to be said - she wasn't worried about her best friend being a 'mutant'.