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.
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Jorge smirked in reply. ”I know, I really should,” he said. He walked up to her, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. As he looked down, a devilish twinkle caught his eye. In a soft voice, he whispered, ”But I really don’t.”
His lips found hers. Her smile was all he needed these days. Admittedly he had been worried that something was going to go wrong. A lot of things went wrong whenever they tried to have “us” time together. Mutant gangs, demented fruit, vanishing for years on end, etc., but he was actually glad that most things seemed to be running smoothly. He only hoped that it stayed that way. And he wasn’t going to stress about them anyways.
He was with the woman he loved. There was no Syndicate. No dimensional rift. No evil clones. This right here was all that mattered.
When their lips parted, he looked down at her, his hands gently stroking her sides. This was a side of her that the school staff never saw. The sexy guidance counselor that drove him absolutely crazy. He was glad, and counted himself lucky, that this was just for him.
>>"Well, we are on a sailing boat...And as far as we know, there is no one on that island. Which means, I can dress however I damn well please... and it also means you will have to do a lot of many things. Like, make fire."
He chuckled heartily. She was right. They were alone. The island was isolated. Gemma could definitely dress however she damn well pleased. He certainly wasn’t going to argue. The island was a little chunk of paradise. White beach, tall palm trees, and not very large. they could probably walk it’s entire circumference in less than a day. It was perfect for them.
Shaking his head he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers once again. ”Oh, I think I can stir some embers,” he grinned. God he loved this woman. Truly he hoped this trip would go as well as they deserved. He pulled away, his lips finding her forehead before he nodded to the beach. ”Care to weigh anchor? Take a look around?”
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A broad smile crossed the detective’s face as he looked up at the face of his wife. His wife. It was still funny to even think of it. To know that they had finally done it. They had gotten married. And there weren’t any superpowered criminals there to break up the event, he hadn’t been called in to solve a murder, it was just completely and utterly normal. The kind of day that would forever live on in his memory as the most perfect day that he could have ever hoped for.
They were married. And he was ecstatic.
Chuckling he had called out to his wife, inquiring as to why she was sup. When he had stepped out of the cabin, he could feel the call of the water around him. That was why he hopped off the deck and took that stroll. Not to get away from the woman he had just married, but to stretch his legs and, possibly, get used to being around the ocean again.
>>"I could ask you the same, dear husband...The bed felt empty, so I went to look, and found out that you decided to go for a walk"
With another grin he walked to the far side of the boat from where she was standing. She was stepping back to ensure that he wouldn’t get caught up in her aura. It was a move that he had greatly appreciated. Of course, just to be extra cautious, he took a few more steps away.
”Sorry but you looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb you.” He grinned. ”Besides, I just wanted to stretch out my…sea legs.” A hearty laugh followed. He liked puns.
But that was enough galavanting around the ocean for now. As he made his way to the boat, Jorge twisted his wrists and the waters responded, rising in a column beneath his feet. Once he was level with he edge of the vessel, he calmly stepped off and turned as he turned towards the lovely woman dressed in only a swimsuit and scarf around her waist. All he could do was shake his head as he approached her.
”Wife…” he said as he stepped closer. He could feel the call of the water immediately mute the second he was within her aura but he didn’t care. His arms wrapped around, pulling her closer to him as his lips found hers. Leaning back, he smiled as he gave her another appraising look. ”...you know, if you continue walking around our honeymoon in just that…” He smirked devilishly. ”...I will not complain in the slightest.”
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It was strange. In all fairness, Jorge never thought he would allow himself to be this close to the ocean ever again. A few years ago, the waterbending mutant had been nearly fatally shot during an undercover operation that had taken him out to sea. Truly he thought he could have been safer. but the gun that whipped out towards him, the squeeze of the trigger, the crack in the air, and before he knew it, he was falling over the edge of the boat, a bullet lodged in his chest.
That should have been it for Jorge Cervantes. His story was supposed to have been completed. But it seemed the man was too stubborn to even allow the Grim Reaper to drag him away into the afterlife. Instead of sinking into the sea, Jorge became it. He allowed himself to split apart, to become water in hopes that he could reconnect with himself, reform and be fully healed. But that wasn’t what happened.
Too much water. Spread too thin. Jorge lost himself in the ocean. He drifted as particles for years until slowly he gained enough strength to reconnect every drop. It took time. It was agonizing. And at the end of the day, once he was on dry land, he didn’t want it to happen ever again. He had even been wary of being near water after that.
Over time he managed to shake most of those feelings off. Sure he was still cautious around the water, in this particular occasion, he had a more and sufficient distraction.
He looked out across the water and smirked. The pearl-white sailing boat was sitting in the middle of the open, crystal blue water somewhere off the coast of South America. He was dressed simply in a pair of white long shorts that hung down to just above his knees, wearing an unbuttoned hawaiian shirt, the detective and X-Men stood under the beating sun, letting it crisp his bare, already tanned skin. Through his sunglasses he smirked at the boat standing in the middle of open water and slowly made his way towards it.
This was his honeymoon and, being such, he was in a particularly good mood to show off. As he made his way back towards the boat, it should be pointed out that he was actually walking atop the gently undulating surface. The water thickened and hardened under his footfalls, allowing him to stay upright, granting him a divine-like ability to walk upon the water.
Pulling his hand from his pocket, he smirked as he looked down at the silver ring that sat upon his finger. It was simple. A band of silver that was shined and polished to a practically mirror-like sheen. Though it couldn’t be seen on the outside, inside he knew the words that were engraved, or rather, the name “Gemma’s”. Because it was true. He belonged to her -- and she to him.
As he made his way back towards the boat, each step spitting in the face of physics, he smirked as he spotted the dark figure standing at the railing. Gemma was already waiting for him. He chuckled as he jogged up, keeping in mind the effects of her adapted field, but still out far enough that he wouldn’t be affected.
He gave her a wave. ”Why Mrs. Taylor-Cervantes!” he called out. ”What’re you doing up? You’re on vacation for the first time in...ever. Shouldn’t you still be in bed?”
Still chuckling he continued to walk towards the boat and made ready to will the water to carry him the rest of the way onto the deck and to where his new wife awaited his return.
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>>"Like a man who's about to be married?"
Jorge smirked. He couldn’t fault Toby for giving him anything but that answer. The boy had a tough life growing up. Part of an insane government agency, trained only to infiltrate and spy, swapping personalities left and right, it was a wonder he was finally starting to warm up to them. Then again, Gemma had a way with kids. She could reach through the muck and pull out that sweet and wonderful child that was yearning to grow and live a good life. Kids deserved that much and Gemma was always willing to do whatever it took to make it happen.
He liked to think he was too. Though he didn’t have nearly the experience that Gemma did, the nature of Jorge’s job, his natural want to help and to protect, made him an equally caring individual. It seemed that whatever they were doing, it was working. There may be moments like this, where Toby didn’t quite understand, but the fact that he was engaging at all, that he had Chase at his side, that Gemma loved him, that Jorge loved him, that was all that mattered in the end.
”Thanks pal,” he smiled sincerely. It was then that door to the bathroom door was shove open to make entrance for an excited and jubilant doppleganger.
>>"Mama's ready!"
Jorge smirked and nodded. He breathed a small breath of relief. He adjusted the last of his clothing, fixing the tie, making sure his cufflinks were straight, and that his jacket was smooth. When all was said and done, he glance at himself in the mirror. This was it...he was actually getting married.
>>"Lookin' sharp, Pops,"
With a look to Chase and Toby, Jorge smiled proudly. He then knelt down in front of the two of them and gave them each a clap on the shoulder and a comforting squeeze; not for too long, he didn’t need their abilities making them uncomfortable.
”Thank you, boys.” For the compliment? For just being there? Honestly it was blanketed ‘thank you’; he was happy they were in his life. After straightening up, he started towards the door, holding it open for them. ”Come on. We’re supposed to meet her in Merle’s office in room 241. Let’s make this family official.”
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Oddly he wasn’t nervous. Jorge had never been married before. To be honest he had never really gotten that close to it either. He had dated and had a few long term relationships but the job always got in the way. His dedication to putting himself in harm’s way to ensure that no one else suffered tended to be a difficult aspect to look past. Jorge was a good man, through and through, but there are only so many times you can watch a good man slip on that bulletproof vest and step out the door. Only the strongest of souls can take a sight like that in stride.
Gemma. She was a strong soul. They had been through a lot together, the best of times and the absolute worst. And still, through all of it, they always found their way back to one another. It’s hard to ignore a sign like that. Jorge had found the woman he was supposed to be with, the person that meant more to him than he could have ever imagined. Through her, his family, and heart, grew and it was a gift that the watermancer was thankful for.
And now it was finally time to make their family a bit more permanent. It was just a paper. It was just a ceremony. But at the end of the day, it was what the both of them wanted.
His eyes drifted back to Toby as his bag with the cufflinks was handed to him. He gratefully accepted it and dipped his head to him before turning back to the mirror. His fingers worked deftly to placed the small, silver baubles into the wrist buttons of his shirt.
>>“When Ms. … Mama… marries you, will she take your last name…?”
”In a way,” he agreed. ”She’s going to use both hers and my last name.” He turned to face Toby. ”So she will be Gemma Taylor-Cervantes. That way she honors both her own family’s name as well as mine. Which is pretty cool.” He grinned. He then finished with the cufflinks, turned, and slipped on his jacket. After adjusted his tie, he stood in front of the boy, arms open in a display to show off his attire. ”How do I look?”
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He was angry. He was disappointed. He was sad. To see Marisol make such a mistake, to be so cavalier, it had terrified him. It put him into a state of being that he never wanted to be again. Marisol was a smart girl, he had always believed that, but tonight had painted her in a totally other light. Everyone else would tell him that she was only human and she was bound to make mistakes. At some point Jorge would realize that. But right now he was too shaken to be able to understand that.
>> ”Sorry, Tío…”
The soft mew escaped from his niece’s lips. Jorge didn’t say anything to acknowledge it but instead just kept his eyes on the road ahead. He needed to not converse, to not engage. He would spend the evening angry. In the morning, when he was less raw about the ordeal, he would contact Jayda. As much as he wanted to be the good guy, he couldn’t in good conscious not let his sister know about Mari’s shenanigans. It would have been irresponsible. In the end he was her uncle and her mother needed to know.
Normally the sounds of classic rock would fill the inside of his vehicle as he drove through the darkened streets. It was a status that Mari would have probably not thought twice about. But right now, the only sound that filled the car was the steady, perfect hum of the engine and the crunch of gravel under the tires. First stop would be the mansion to drop Skye off. Next would be Mari’s school but only for the night. He would decide in the morning if it would be more feasible to have to live under the same roof as him.
But that was a discussion for the morning. Right now, Jorge just breathed a sigh as trying to expel the last of his disappointment, flicked the turn signal, and moved into the next street. He was ready to put this night behind him.
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The safest thing for anyone to do was to just be quiet.The more that anyone talked, the more sensitive the powder keg was going to become. Jorge loved his niece, unconditionally, but right now he needed to be mad at her. She made a stupid decision and now she was going to have to deal with family who didn’t like her. That was just how it was going to be. What else could she expect when her detective uncle was being called in because his underaged niece was caught drunk at a party? Seriously if she expected any kind of lienance, she was sorely, sorely kidding herself.
But as the drive wore on, Jorge could feel himself leveling out. He wasn’t going to let this pass; hell no. But at least he felt like his disappointment and his angry had finally reached a leveling off point. He would be angry with her for maybe the next day or so but he would leave her stewing in silence while he calmed down.
At least, that was his original plan…
As much as the detective wanted to keep things straight, simple, and to the point, Marisol had to complicate matters -- by voicing her buzzed thoughts.
>>”Tío, plenty of teenagers go to parties. Skye was just trying to get my mind off show stress. Is that really that bad one time?”
His eyes drifted to the rearview mirror. He didn’t want to do this right now but Marisol’s attempts to make this appear less severe than it was began to fire off in protective-uncle synapsis in his head. He didn’t respond at first. Instead his gaze gave Skye an accusing look through the rearview mirror before drifting back to the road. Under his breath he muttered, several times, pleading for Marisol to not pick up this topic again. Anymore and he knew he wouldn’t be able to sheath his tongue.
>>”I won’t do it again, and thank you so much for getting us, but… this is the first time I’ve been a dumb teenager; don’t first timers get leniency?”
”Are you ****ing kidding me?” That was it. He shook his head, his jaw clenched as he drove on. While he may have been angry, he was a careful enough driver to not put them at any risk, but it was clear that the young woman had struck a nerve. ”Marisol, you were caught drinking...underage...in a stranger’s house.” He listed off. ”You’re lucky I didn’t let them throw both of your asses in a cell.”
Wasn’t so much a “cell” as a quiet room to allow them to sober up while family is contacted. It wasn’t as if Marisol could be arrested for this, but if news got back to her school? The kind of reprimand she would be facing he couldn’t even imagine. Schools these days were not lenient on such things. He shook his head as he stared ahead.
”Do you realize what would have happened? I didn’t know where you were. Your mother didn’t know where you were. If you have drank too much or been approached by the wrong person...there would be an entirely different story unfurling right now. I know,” he growled. ”I’ve had to help those girls on the absolute worst day of their lives. And that could have been you.” He narrowed his eyes as he looked forward. For an instant Marisol’s face flashed across those memories when he used to be a beat cop; he couldn’t fathom it and his fingers curled around the steering wheel tighter. ”You were allowed to come here because your mother trusted you. I trusted you.” A small shake of his head. ”You broke that. Now you have to mend it. How? I don’t know...” With a sigh he turned the corner, starting the final trek towards the mansion. ”...but for right now, for me? I don’t want to hear another word out of you.”
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Oh how he loved to tease this creature. She wasn’t a human, after all, so he didn’t see any particular cruelty about it. She was simply another tool, a diversion that he utilized whenever it was necessary. Steadily her usages continued to evolve, changing from hand-to-hand, person-to-person, until she was practically little more than an all-purpose object for him to breakout whenever it was necessary. Some would say that there was indeed a particular cruelty about the way he treated her -- to which hiss response was “Do you wish to trade places?” Few continued the argument.
Would he ever take her away and finally do what he teased for so long? The answer was deceptive and unsure. Jorge was a sexual being, his appetites seemingly unquenchable. What was to really keep him from taking Stephanie by the hand to one of the back rooms of this massive hotel and sample what he’s been handing out? Well, while the possibility was there, Poseidon kept back for one, single purpose; it drove Stephanie mad.
He kept her on the edge. He kept her wondering just when and if it was finally going to happen. There was something in holding that kind of power over someone that Jorge actually appreciated far above the momentary bliss that came with release. No, the man was drunk with power and he would stay as such.
Fingers continued to trail across the gorgeous woman’s back. For a moment he could feel her shrink away but that moment passed as she replied with her practiced, purring voice.
>>”I wouldn’t think to deprive these fine people of their lord and master.”
He grinned. She was full of **** and he knew it, but there was still such satisfaction in hearing the words come from her. His hand moved to her side, stroking her hip as he did so. He paid no attention to anyone else who may be watching them, or trying to get his attention. Rather he just leaned down, his lips near her ear. For anyone observing it would seem as if he were whispering sweet nothings, but that was far from the truth.
”Ooo, you’re so full of it…” he whispered. ”But, I do love it when you call me that.” A slower song came through the speakers and the old god grinned as he set his drink down on a nearby counter, taking Stephanie’s from her and setting it nearby as well. His hand then slipped into her’s. ”Please,” he started, his voice charming to anyone who passed. ”I’ve seen you stand still in that dress for far too long…” One hand slipping over hers and the other resting on her hip as he pulled her to the dancefloor. ”...I must see it motion.”
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>> ”Yes, Tío,”
Jorge was not in the mood. As he stood before his niece, looming over both her and her friend, the grizzly detective merely gave the young woman a firm look before he grunted a firm command. They were getting out of here. The smell of alcohol still in the air, the detective wanted to push past this night as quickly as possible. He didn’t relish being the bad guy but there was looking the other way and there was being completely negligent. He wasn’t going to let Marisol slide under this one. Not one bit.
The other girl took him a second. She was familiar. The officer he spoke to gave him her name and it sounded familiar then, but when he saw her face he instantly knew her. She was from the Mansion, one of the students staying there. Great. That was all he needed. Oh well, at least it meant that there would certainly be information on who her parents or guardians were. And if not, he was certain that Gemma would be more than happy to fill in that role and dole out an appropriate punishment.
Once Marisol was up (he caught sight of her holding the hand of the other), the detective turned on his heel with a grunt and made back towards his car. It was taking a lot to keep his composure right now. He loved Marisol. She was his family. To see her making a mistake like this just pissed him off. Fuming all the way back to his car, Jorge opened the door for Marisol and Skye before he returned to the officer.
There was a quick conversation where Jorge thanked the other for calling this in. He was glad that something worse didn’t happen but the disappointment, the frustration, and the annoyance were hard to forget.
Returning to the car, both girls were in the backseat. Ensuring the doors were closed appropriate, Jorge slipped into the driver’s seat without a word. The silence was probably the worst part of it. If he were shouting or displaying any kind of forward anger then that was progress towards eventual resolution. The fact that was he was quiet, a stewing storm waiting to erupt, made the future all that much more terrifying.
He pulled the car into the road and headed away from the scene.
The silence was deafening. Jorge didn’t bother checking the rearview to see what the girls were doing, but instead kept his gaze forward, watching the road as carefully as he could. The silent cocoon was destroyed, however, when the new girl spoke up.
>>"This....this was all my idea, sir...I talked her into it."
A glance into the rearview. He didn’t linger his gaze long upon her but instead shifted his attention back to the road. He didn’t say anything for a few moments but when he did reply with was with a low, growling voice. The kind that made the criminals he faced every day wet their pants. The effect of teenagers he wasn’t sure yet, but he didn’t imagine it would be any better.
”I don’t want to hear it,” he said, firmly squashing any further explanations from her. His gaze returned to the rearview to glance at Marisol before shifting back to Skye and to the road. ”But make no mistake, your guardian will hear about this from me the second I get back the mansion.” A pause, again he glanced at the reflection of his niece before returning to the road. ”As well as your mother.”
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The long shift. It was finally over. Jorge didn’t mind staying at the precinct when there was a tough case to be cracked or someone had called him in for assistance with one matter or another, but these days it just seemed to be weighing on Jorge. Maybe it was the fact that there was an evil version of himself running around New York, or maybe it was planning the impending nuptials with Gemma, in either case, the detective was certainly a wick that had been burned at both ends -- and now there was only the shortest of fuses.
But, his day was over. That was all that mattered. Now all he had to do was finish writing up this report, collect his things, and head out of the building. It was a simple enough plan that it couldn’t possibly be derailed.
The final period added and the report was submitted. That being done the older detective breathed a hefty sigh of relief. Carefully he craned his neck, feeling the vertebrae crack with ease. After running his hand through his hair, he stood up and began to bid farewell to his colleagues. It was time to go home and kiss his bride-to-b--
“Wait! Cervantes!”
He cursed under his breath. So close. Looking up, he spotted an officer Bridget Grant trying to flag him down. As the blonde came up to his side he gave her a tired look. ”Grant. Unless someone is dead, I really think I’m done for the day. I’ve already done two double shifts, I haven’t seen my fiance in at least sixteen hours, I just want --”
“Jorge. It’s a 10-64D. A house party with a lot of underage drinking.”
Jorge shrugged. ”So? Patrol can easily handl--”
Bridget edged closer. “Your niece was there.”
***
The car pulled up to the house. Already there came with it a cloud of tired-fueled irritation and disappointment that could be seen from several blocks over. The door popped open and there came the grizzly, tired, and mostly angry police detective. Though he looked a little haggard from his long hours, he certainly didn’t carry the aura of being a pushover. Rather the man that strolled towards the front steps of the house, dressed in hi darkened jeans and his brown leather jacket with the badge hanging from his belt looked to be anything but an easygoing time.
He eyed Marisol, hard before he turned and spoke with some of the responding officers. It wasn’t that big of a bust. Just a lot of underage drinking and a lot of parents being called. They did inform him that there was at least one guy that who was certainly not a teenager and had been making moves at unsuspecting party goers. The thought of that had only served to annoy him further.
After thanking the officer for directing the call to him as opposed to elsewhere, he sighed as he broke away. Head up, he looked over the house, glanced at anyone else whom he passed, before he came to a halt directly in front of both Marisol and the brunette at her side. His lips formed a thin line as he peered down at them, eyes boring into their souls with practiced intensity. Finally he looked away, shaking his head.
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It was going to take some used to to having a second son, especially one who was essentially an alternate version of the one he already had. Toby was a good kid who had been stuck in a real shitty situation. His powers were favored by SUPER because they allowed him to infiltrate practically anywhere with precision. To imagine his own son, Chase, being used in such a way was terrifying enough, but to see it actually happen was quite unnerving. He would never want Toby to experience something like this again.
Jorge accepted the boy with open arms but he still needed to be careful. The boy’s powers made touch outside of Gemma’s field a bit difficult. But the detective was skilled enough with Chase to ensure to not touch his bare skin and to avoid lingering on his clothes for more than a second or two. He was sure that the kid’s abilities were trying to reach through the fibers, to siphon whatever memories or appearance that he possessed. So he would tread carefully.
With the instruction that they should press on, Jorge moved towards the building and the elevators within, only stopping to glance down when Toby bopped his head against his side.
>>"I think your normal clothes look fine...But I will accompany you nonetheless."
He smirked.
The two eventually made their way into the building where Jorge tried to explain some of the particulars of what they were doing. It all seemed strange to Toby so the older man would do what he could to explain. He went into as much detail as he could about the tradition of dressing up nice, of having a party to celebrate, about spending your life with someone who you cared very deeply about. It was a heavy subject so he tried to explain it as best he could but he was by no means an expert.
Making their way to a private men’s room, Jorge proceeded to step into a stall while Toby waited just outside. When he came out he had on his sleek black trousers and was starting to button up his nice white shirt. Next to him, hanging on a hook, was the casual attire he had on moments ago, as well as a small bag with everything else he could need, including cufflinks and a tie. As Jorge moved to step in front of the mirror and was buttoning his shirt, he glanced to Toby and smiled before gesturing to the bag that was hanging.
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NOTE: Jayda will be the new, NPC leader of the Syndicate. She will be open for most anyone to use. The only thing that I ask are for a few simple rules: A.) please don't kill her off, B.) please don't defeat her just to try to rule the Syndicate yourself (it's still my creation), C.) no imprisoning her or anything like that. This is to give the Syndicate a chance to flourish like the X-Men who have an NPC leader and will help to keep me from being the only one running everything. So please treat her nicely.
Individual
Character's full name: Jayda Cervantes Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Hera Gender: Female Age: 50 Date of Birth: June 11, 1968 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Long Beach, California Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Mexican-American
Appearance
Hair color and style: Long, black, and hands in loose waves. Skin Tone: Healthy caramel hue Eye Color: Dark Brown Height: 5’2 Build: Well-toned, Curvaceous with an eye-catching chest, and full, wide hips. Visible mutation: Lilac colored eyes and fangs when powers are active.
Uniform: Fine, expensive business suits and attire. Jayda only wears the best at all times of the day, for all occasions.
Character Personality: Cold. Smart. Calculating. For as much as her brother is a mutant supremacist, Jayda is even more so. She will do anything for the mutant cause but she isn’t as brash as some. Rather, some would say that she could even be the smarter when compared to her brother when it comes to tactics, business, and manipulation.
Mutations
Mutation description: Psionic Vampire- Jayda is actually a powerful psionic. Her abilities manifest in a variety of ways, both offensive and defensively. However whenever she uses her abilities, she must “recharge” and she does this by feeding off the psionic energies obtained from a victim’s blood. Much like a vampire, Jayda has to bite into her victim, tasting their blood, and pulling psionic energy from it. The list of her abilities are as followed:
Psychic shields (protect herself or others from psychics)
Psionic Spikes (physical and/or mental damage)
Telekinesis (depends on how much psionic energy she has stored)
Memory Absorption and Retention (by feeding from enemies she gains their memories)
History Of Your Character The story goes that Jayda Cervantes died in the concentration camps. The older sister of Jorge Cervantes, she was the first to be take into the camps and put under hard labor for her continued attempts to use her abilities. She had always been the vicious sort, using her powers freely and with abandon. But the camps did everything they could to break her -- until she had seemingly died within their care. It was an event that would send Jorge down the criminal path that would lead to the creation of the Syndicate.
However, just when Jorge was ascending to power, he was surprised to find that Jayda was still alive. She had managed to escape the concentration camps and fake her death. For the most part she was fine with leaving her brother alone to make her own bloody way in the world. However news quickly reached her about the growing fount of power that Jorge was amassing and thus she had to visit.
The meeting did not go as expected. While Jorge had always had a strained relationship with his sister. She was psychotic but she was still a mutant, hence his mad quest against the world for “killing” her. But now that she was back he knew that if there was one person who could interfere with his plans, it was her. So he bought her off. A hefty salary and she would live out her days in Europe, far, far away from him. Jayda feigned hurt feelings but readily agreed. He would never hear from her again so long as the money kept rolling in -- or she felt otherwise.
The day has finally come. The news of a “new dimension” and mutterings of the Syndicate pushing into a new realm only means that Jayda now has to pay her little brother another visit. This time with far higher demands.
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NEW YORK CITY -- THE SAPPHIRE HOTEL
It had been several weeks since River gave her life to do the impossible. In the new universe, the main base for the Syndicate had found a new home. Thanks to months of planning, swindling, and dealing, Poseidon had managed to secure the space he needed to literally transplant his operations from one side of the rift to the other. It cost River her life but the sheer magic and power that she was able to accomplish was utterly astonishing. Truly it was an inspiration for all mutant kind. Now, instead of starting all over again, Jorge was going to begin where he left off, more than enough to stomp SUPER into the ground.
Standing in the penthouse of the Sapphire Hotel, her personal quarters, the watermancer took a deep breath, smirking a little to himself. Their worlds were identical but Jorge could taste the difference in the air. It was subtle, of course. Most would argue that it was just a figment of his imagination. Maybe. Jorge wasn’t about to split hares with this idea. All he knew was that he was home and he would have a chance to ensure that he and his people had a chance against the humanities desperate attempt to survive.
Dressed in a suit, sans the jacket, the man with the ivory dress shirt and black slacks sighed as he took a sip from the drink he swirled in his hand. As he did so, he surveyed his new home through the tall, clear windows. Oh this city was just begging to be taken by someone like him. It was defenseless and filled with an oppressed society that was needed a leader. Poseidon was that leader and he believed it with every fiber of his coming.
Come tomorrow, it would be time for them to begin their operations. Soon enough the Syndicate will have it’s grip wrapped tightly around as much as it can get. This would be the beginning of something absolutely beautiful. A sharp smile pulled at his lips, a gratefulness for everything that was coming together. River was...a loss. Truly. But there would be time enough for him to mourn her. And besides, she gave herself for the single, most important cause. Mutants and their supremacy were all that mattered.
Another sip and Jorge sighed. Life was good to those who throttle it.
He turned, heading towards to kitchen to set his glass down and retire to bed when there was the sound of knocking on his door. His eyebrow perched in confusion. His guards knew better than to knock on his door unless there was something of dire importance. Briefly he wondered if there was something he needed to worry about and made for the door. Grabbing it by the handle, he pulled it open…
He blinked at the visage that awaited him. A woman, a little older than him, much shorter and with a sickly grin on her lips. Her raven hair cascaded down either side of her face and her eyes contained all the malevolence of a viper. He was dressed in a simple, darkly colored pant suit, a pristine white button-up shirt underneath. Casually she wiped the corners of her lips and sighed as she looked him over. Jorge didn’t see the look she gave him at first, but instead glanced at the splotches of crimson upon the lapels of her shirt.
Another glance and the two guards that were usually at his door lay dead on the ground, one having clawed at his face and the other bleeding profusely from the neck. Shaking his head, Jorge turned his gaze back to the woman, grumbled under his breath and opened the door wider for her to enter.
”Jayda…” he sighed in greeting. ”...you’re supposed to be dead.”
”And you, dear brother, are supposed to be in another universe,” she grinned, watching as he closed the door behind her. ”And yet, here we are.”
Jorge rolled his eyes, closing and locking the door. Jayda Cervantes, his wicked sister, was supposed to be dead. Actually there was a time where he thought she was dead, hence leading him to the life he led now. But a few years ago, Jayda had revealed herself as living this whole time and came to him wanting a cut of the action. She was bloodthirsty and psychotic...and brilliant. He couldn’t risk her being in the operation so he paid her a rather large salary to stay in Europe, in their home universe. And yet, here she was, crossing the border and now invading his newest venture.
Shaking his head he moved past her, marching towards the kitchen. He needed a new drink now. ”You didn’t have to kill my people,” he said with a grumble.
”You mean...your pet humans?”
Another shake of his head. ”You were always so unyielding in your ideals,” he smirked. Pouring her a drink he slid it across the counter to where she appeared, waiting. As she took it up, she sipped and he turned to his own drink.
”Without ideals, we’re no better than they are.” she purred, taking another satisfying drink.
Poseidon just shook his head. ”Well, I know you didn’t just come here to discuss moralities, sister,’ He opened a drawer, pulling out a check book. ”Let me guess, you’ve run out of playmates and glittering things over seas? Want to take your hand at the debauchery this world has to offer? Or are you just giving me your forwarding address so you can keep getting paid in a new universe?”
Jayda sighed heavily and purred, shaking her head.. ”Oh, mi hermano…” she sighed patronizingly. ”...you can’t pay off everyone. No, you misunderstand.” She stepped away, swirling her glass of scotch and peering around the large penthouse. ”I’m not here for a pay off. I’m not some leech, suckling at your blood.” She paused, smirking at the irony of her statement. ”No, Jorge, I’m here to become a useful member of the organization!”
With an eyebrow arched, Jorge stared at his older sister for the longest time. The only greater mutant supremacist than himself was Jayda, but she also was a bit more wild than he was. That was why he had sent her off. He needed subtlety in the organization, not the madness that Jayda could incur. So, after a second, the man snorted and shook his head.
”That’s a bit out there,” he said with a sigh. ”So that’s what this is?” he asked, moving out of the kitchen and making his way to the window that looked out over the new, and yet familiar, city. ”A job interview?”
Jayda footfalls were silent as she stepped up next to Jorge, wrapping her arm around his shoulder (no easy feat considering how much smaller she was by comparison). ”Uumm…something like that.” She replied.
Poseidon sighed. He looked at her reflection and then back to the window to look outside. The city was sprawling. He had his plans, for each and every section. He didn’t want to jeopardize any of it, especially not by giving Jayda a role. Hrm, he guessed he could pretend to think about it and buy himself some time. Jayda was...flighty. She constantly changed her mind and there was every chance that she would forget about this and simply go off on her own without giving it a second thought. A few days in the hotel shouldn’t hurt too much. Surely he could figure a distraction for her.
A gave her reflection a slight smile the lifted the drink to his lips. A small sip followed before he spoke. ”I’ll...see what I can arrange. Give me a few days?” he asked. He looked at her reflection. She was smirking, staring at him, but not talking. After a moment passed, Jorge turned to look at her directly...and found that she wasn’t there. Her reflection was, but she wasn’t. As his mind quickly made the connections, his eyes widened as he spun -- but it was too late. ”SH*T...URK!!!”
The fangs dug deep into his neck. Jayda was behind him, psionic fangs digging deep into his flesh and spilling his blood into her mouth. She tightened her grip as Jorge flailed, trying to untangle her from him. When he finally gained some sense of who he was, he quickly began to melt down, turning into water, but he only managed to disengage from her before he felt a sharp pang in his head and immediately reverted him back to his human form. Jorge fell to his knee, holding his neck and limping back.
Jayda, meanwhile, just sighed and smiled as she stood above him. ”Silly man...” she cooed. ”...did you really think I was going to let you be the ****-of-the-Walk for much longer? You’ve done an okay job getting the cause forward, but you seem to lack the conviction to take us all the way there. You use humans, you pay off humans, you need to be ruling them.” She sighed, watching Jorge as he struggled to put distance between them. He kept trying to shift into water but his efforts were fruitless as every time he tried, a sharp migraine knocked him back to his natural state. ”You can stop trying that too…” she said. ”My psionic bolts will keep you pinned…” she knelt down in front of him. They had made their way to the kitchen. ”Like a bug on display. You’re not going anywhere, baby brother.”
She sighed as she advanced. She knew well enough where to bite him, the exact spot that would eventually lead to a bleed out. Oh but she wouldn’t let that happen, not yet.
”You see, I’ve been dismantling your organization for months now. Missing shipments, members vanishing from your employ, I even handled that piece of mutant *** that you were lending out to clients. Stephanie, that was her name. You’ll be happy to know,” she teased, ”that she and her sweet little cherub of a daughter are enjoying the time of their lives now, away from you. Not that I care. Honestly, I could ground the child into bone meal and keep her mother as a personal plaything, but...I knew just how much it would piss. You. off.”
Jorge could feel his life fading. The blood was spilling out of the gaping wound she had left on his throat. He gulped, still trying to put distance, trying to get to something, anything that could help. He struggled onto his feet, leaning back, weakly, against the kitchen counter, his hand blindly reaching back for anything to give him the advantage. If there was one thing he knew about his sister...she loved to monologue.
Jayda licked her lips and cooed again. ”Mmm, tasty. You see, my powers have grown. By tasting your blood, I get all your memories.” He grinned. ”I know exactly what you know, including how to run this organization and how to turn it into the lean, mean, human-grinding machine it needs to be.” She then paused, stroking her chin. ”And...with that…” he grinned wide. ”...I guess that means there’s no room for you.”
Closing the gap, the she-devil sighed as she leaned up next to Jorge, her lips near his ear as she muttered softly. Jorge gulped, feeling more life fading from him. It took him a moment but, eventually, he managed to zero in on the words that she whispered to him.
”Poseidon’s time is done…” she said. ”...long live Hera.”
”F-F-F***...you…”
She gave a hardy cackle and moved to deliver the final bite.
An arch of silver caught the air. Jayda hissed, feeling the slash of a kitchen knife cut across her chest and sending a spike of pain throughout her body. With a growl of disbelief she touched her palm to the wound and immediately snapped her eyes back to her brother. But all she saw was him shifting back into liquid, going for the drain. But she wouldn’t make it easy. Her hands snapped outward, curled into claws as she immediately caught him with her psionic grip. Painfully she held on, until, finally, she swept outward with both arms and scattered the droplets of water to all corners of the room. Water tinged with blood lay everywhere and Jayda sighed. She stood there, catching her breath and rolling her neck. There was nothing left of Poseidon now. Stepping away from the mess, she would call room service to come up with a dry cleaner to steam everything before her brother had a chance to reform.
”****er,” she grumbled. ”Let’s see how you come back from a good steam.”
As Jayda grumbled at the mess of water, she didn’t notice the small, insignificant amount that slunk weakly into the sink and down the drain.
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Jorge
Everything was running beautifully. As Poseidon sipped at his flute of champagne, the man’s eyes roamed every inch of the room, falling onto people who carried with them an interest that only a true god would appreciate. The Syndicate was coming together. Mutants from this side of the rift, those who passed through from the other, they were all finally meeting. This was the day, the day that would go down in history as the one where true, clear thinking mutants united. And it was the most beautiful sight to behold.
As the crime lord mused to himself of the coming plans, his eyes briefly fell onto the slinky, sensually dressed form of Stephanie Graves. His lecherous eyes locked onto her, following her every curve. He would be lying if he said he never wanted to take her back to his bedroom and sample the wares, but there was more satisfaction in knowing how much power he had over her.
Still, with the way things were going, she would eventually be a liability he couldn’t afford. Moving dimensions was going to be tough and there were going to be a lot of people who saw her and would ask one too many questions. No, he would need to make the eventual, tough decision. But, it was certainly a good thing that Stephanie contained with her a consolation prize; one by the name of Malia.
She approached his side and Jorge grinned in a serpentine manner. He sipped his drink again as she hung close to him. He didn’t fool himself. He knew that she despised him, but she was loyal pet so long as he had the leverage he did. So there was no problem in playing along.
>>”Having a good night, sir? I know you like to appreciate what’s yours.”
His hand dipped down, finding the small of her back. ”Mmm, it’s certainly looking up…” he teased. His hand moved up, finding a spot of bare skin. Their skin met. Stephanie had seen him before. She knew what power he had over water -- including what was inside the human body. He teased her, though. He didn’t exert any control, but the threat was very real, and possible, as he stroke her bare back with his fingertips. ”You look amazing, by the way…” he whispered, his voice in her ear. ”...almost makes me want to take you away and forgo the rest of the party.” He smirked. ”Do you think the guests would consider that rude?”