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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Posted by Verdigris on Sept 23, 2009 7:06:36 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
She stared at the doors. Huge. Gold. Thick. They glistened brightly in the sunlight, a mix between incredibly inviting, and at the same time a warning. Gold, the symbol of power and wealth displayed by every king or leader since before history. Verdigris let her eyes flow up to the top of the doors, then back down again. They seemed to be some kind of solid wood, like the doors to a castle, either overlaid with gold leaf or painted with some very realistic paint. Judging from her three years experience of New Yorkers, it was the latter.
It was a risk coming here, she knew that even before she started following the ruffled teen, but here, with the doors looming above her like some giant’s solid breastplate, it was apparent just how very dangerous it was to come here. This was away from the streets and parks she usually frequented. She didn't know where the nearest mall to loose followers was. Heck, she didn't even know what type of small objects she was likely to project. Pens and pencils were good, biros or parker pens the best, but socks or assorted potpourri fillers were never good weapons.
For all that her power was a defense and war-like power, the randomness of the selection made it difficult to rely on. Pausing to reach into her bag she withdrew a small woven-plastic bag full of marbles. These had been one of the first investments when she had worked out the minor details of her power. Like activating it with a clenched fist ended in pain and blood. Scooping three or four of the glass balls into her hand she gripped them solidly. If there was an immediate threat on her person she could swiftly bring up her empty hand and fire the marbles out in defense. She hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
Re-zippering her bag she rolled the small spheres around each other skilfully in her palm. She was nervous. Like a new kid in school on their first day she was unsure of all the minor quirks of the place. She didn’t know where the bathrooms were. She didn’t know the specifics of which teachers preferred their whole name and which would happily reply to ‘sir’ or ‘miss’. She didn’t have a map, or a schedule. Worst of all, this wasn’t a school with rules and codes and, occasionally for the more strict, a uniform.
This was the unknown x-factor in maths. No pun intended her mind suggested. The pro-numeral that needed to be figured out. Unfortunately there was no equals sign in sight, and she had very, very little to work off. She cast her eyes about nervously, searching for someone a little larger than the small girl beside her to lead. Nothing against the girl, just if there was an ambush, she wanted some actual flesh to hide behind, not a bunch of tangled hair and a pink bubble. She didn’t even like pink.
Posted by Verdigris on Sept 3, 2009 21:20:57 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
"Hawaii....I think I have heard of that, an island out west right?"
Verdigris nodded slowly, it was difficult for her to think of anyone not knowing about the little group of islands, one of the most popuar tourist destinations in the world. But after all, she supposed, this was a mutant she was talking to, a creature far different to the normal humans and she had discovered her power at a young enough age to not pay attention to the world around her. Pity really, it must be hard to fit in when you only had a child's experience. But maybe she would fit in easier with other mutants, while Verdigris would be pushed to one side.
"A group of islands actually, you normally see big photos of the beaches there on travel agencies windows. But yes, to the west, kind of along the same lines as Mexico."
The mention of family made her sigh, it was hard to live without them. Even though she had thought they were annoying or painful. That her parents didn't pay enough attention to her sometimes. That curfews and grounding sucked. It was hard to not have a home and a family to go back to.
”Fighting another Mutant can be enjoyable, I always hope their is not the need to kill."
Verdigris blinked. Fighting was fighting, and taking pleasure from hurting another, even if they weren’t dead at the end of it… It seemed odd. Deciding that for lack of a better word ‘training’ applied more to the situation she deemed a reply necessary. There was no chance of her walking into a full-blown brawl with this girl unprepared.
“I suppose training against someone who can’t get hurt, who can take it without damaging themselves or you would be a good way to practice and get control.”
"Some company called Kings Farms or something…
The young woman shuddered as the combination of a drip travelling down her spine and the mental image of hundreds of chickens in battery cages flitted though her minds. What would the farmers harvest from mutants? On the other hand, this girl was allowed to wander in and out apparently, and it was probably easy to leave and not return, but they would still have a file, complete with name and power, to track down missing members.
“ I never really questioned it myself, I just know I signed and they gave me a room and food. If they asked I would gladly lend my aid, but no one ever asks"
Oh sweet naivety. You would think after her school, the place you were supposed to put your faith in for years, had attacked her, or after the police, those trustworthy figures of society had thrown her in a cage, that she would be a little less willing to sign away her details to anyone. Then again, she didn’t actually know who she was, so it would be easy to lose her identity and pick up a new one.
Verdigris inspected the child as they walked. The girl navigated with cool confidence though the alleys and across the occasional street. She didn’t look like someone who was working for an evil corporation, and if they had been going for the ‘sweet and innocent’ look, they might have done well to brush her hair or at least instruct her not to admit to being a killer straight out. Completely stuffed up the innocent vibe.
The powers sounded interesting, although varied greatly. There seemed to be no clue as to why they had sprouted these unusual powers, like extra limbs. As far as she had learned in science, before she had fled her home and therefore school, evolution happened when there was a need. Deer grew taller to see over long grass while watching for predators, birds learnt to fly as they chased their winged dinner and creatures that were camouflaged lived longer and had more offspring. All these evolutions to do with humans, who had no predators, bought food from shops or takeaway joints, and as far as she knew didn’t camouflage, didn’t seem to make sense. There was no logical answer and once again she wished she could have a word with Darwin, demand answers for her advanced race.
”Not far now.”
Verdigris nodded silently, the final alley was deserted and they travelled though it quickly. In the distance something large glittered and Verdigris’ attention was draw briefly from the girl ahead. There seemed no point to have something that large shining in the street, unless it was a restaurant or some other establishment, demanding attention amongst the drab greys and blacks. As they approached Verdigris began to pick out details. It was doors. Golden doors. She glanced at the younger girl who didn’t seemed phased by these large gleaming objects and she realised that her voice was sad and seemed unstable. She pinched herself softly, gone were the days she could instantly console someone for their loss. Living alone, while surrounded by people, had taken its toll on her social skills and she fumbled awkwardly for a moment.
“I’m sorry, it sounds horrible… Are things better now?”
She knew there was nothing to be said, really, that could ease the pain of losing a friend or loved one. Even after so long she still found herself longing to be with James, or to take her brother out for a meal. This girl seemed to have lost her friends more recently, the pain still evident in her verbal remembrance, it was impossible to make things better, so Verdigris opted to change the subject.
“So, is that it there?”
She joked, gesturing towards the large golden doors a few meters in front of them. It seemed impossible that a place taking in mutants, the most feared and hated species in America, would profess itself so openly and she hoped that the silliness of the comment would cheer the girl up a little. It also might prompt her to suggest how much further, her feet were starting to protest that this was, in fact, more than a mile and her palms itched, begging to be washed at the nearest possible tap.
((No problem, was a little worried about you, glad to see you again )
Posted by Verdigris on Aug 21, 2009 22:55:43 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
"All right, let's stick to the alleyways…"
Verdigris nodded. There was no harm in staying off the main streets, and with the disappearance of the woman she felt the familiar trickle of fear she felt whenever she was around large groups of people. The fear of being recognised. It was more than two years since her face had been on a milk box, but she still shuddered to think that someone might associate that grinning black-haired girl with the woman she had become. It was better to walk down quiet streets and not draw attention to herself.
The girl however, had different reasons. Verdigris frowned at her story, so young and already a killer. As far as she could remember she had never killed anyone, maimed a few here and there, gave one man a wound with a biro he wouldn’t forget in a hurry, but never stolen life away from anyone. Not counting the occasional bird or squirrel, after all she had to eat…
Following the younger girl through twisting alleys she felt an obligation to share some of her own history, it was only fair really.
“I was originally from Hawaii… I moved here after my brother and his friends were attacked by a mutant and after I figured out I was… different. No one knows I came, except my best friend. I haven’t spoken to him in nearly three years. Tough life being an oddity huh.”
It wasn’t a question. More a statement of fact. She watched as the younger girl slipped carefully from alley to alley following at a distance not near enough to be affectionate or cosy, but not too far as to be rude.
"So what can you do?"
It was a question asked at job interviews, or in the office of the principal of a new school, but here it was loaded. How powerful are you? Are you a threat? Could I win in a fight against you? All were questions Verdigris could hear echoing behind the simple words from the rumpled and scruffy girl.
“I… find things… basically. Then shoot them.”
She shrugged, hers was a difficult power to explain and one she was loath to discuss in great detail. Surprise had worked far too many times for her to give it up too willingly. This girl still could be a threat, safe haven or no safe haven.
“I’m sure not all powers are ones that you’d like to be on the receiving end of. But it would be good to know what else is out there, and how many…”
Her mind skipped back to an article she had seen while in a cheap diner. A mutant, angry at the world for their ‘curse’ had completely destroyed his entire apartment building, killing several and injuring others. He had been detained in a heavily guarded ward of a mental hospital while they tried to figure out what his power was exactly. It would be good to know what kinds of powers were out there, along with the people in control of them. She supposed that some, however, would not be friendly.
"Oh and if you decide to stay longer then a few days at sanctuary they will ask you to fill out paper work, name, age power, the basics…"
Verdigris nodded slowly, it was like a job interview, or a complicated transaction from one school to another. This time, however, there was no parents to sign the ‘parent/guardian’ line and three years worth of history she wasn’t sure she wanted in a ‘describe why you have decided to come here’ box. A tingle of nervous energy tickled the base of her spine.
“Some residents can not control their powers so well yet and knowing what your dealing with helps you to train them to control their wondrous gifts.”
Verdigris paused for a moment, mutants who could not control themselves could be dangerous, really dangerous, and she remembered the young man who had attacked her brother and his friends. There had been nothing anyone could do about it. No way to stop the destruction and eventual death caused by his rampage. She shuddered. That was definitely not how she would describe a 'wondrous gift'.
“So who runs this ‘sanctuary’? Not the government surely?”
She sniffed wearily, there was no help really available for those like herself. No real support. They were expected to live on the fringes of society, quietly and peacefully living out their lives without bothering anyone else.
As they waited to cross a bustling street she knelt and tied her shoelaces, knot after tight knot wove its way from her fingers until on each shoe there was only two tiny pieces of untied lace with a solid string of knots holding them off the ground. It was habit. She stood and crossed the street quietly with the girl. There was a lot to learn from one so much younger than herself about this place for mutants and she couldn’t help being a little bit curious. Besides the regular articles on the news about attacks or disruption caused by mutants there was very little else she knew about those like her.
Posted by Verdigris on Aug 11, 2009 22:21:27 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
"If that's your way of saying you are a mutant, then I have a place we can go..."
Perceptive little person, she was more intuitive than Verdigris had imagined. That could be either a good thing, meaning she had some form of intelligence, or it could be bad, in that she had worked out how to find other mutants and destroy them. She supposed it didn’t really matter, the girl, while having a power she was obviously familiar with, and happy to use in public, didn’t really seem to want to harm her and if worse came to worse she could always flee again. It was, after all, her usual tactic.
"A place just for mutants who have nowhere else to go. The food is free and they do offer rooms you can live in."
The offer of a free meal, even if it was by a group of mutants for mutants was too go to pass up. The brief thought that this could be a massive stunt to get her to join a 'mutant only' club flittered through her head, but hope for a few hours of acceptance and more importantly a decent amount of food to sit in her belly warmed her. It was worth the risk.
“…I ended up at sanctuary after trying to steal money to keep a roof over my head"
Verdigris raised her eyebrows. So young and already having to steal to survive. The girl reminded her of her younger self, soon after her initial discovery of her power, when she had first arrived in the city and was still learning all the subtle rules that come with living on the street. Although, the girl seemed a lot more open about her power, revealing it to someone she didn’t even know was a mutant, without even studying her for long enough beforehand to determine whether she was trustworthy. Ah yes, trust, that thing which Verdigris had felt slowly seeping away from her, like sand through an hourglass, ever since she had discovered the power in her hands…
"Sanctuary is about a mile walk from here if you’re up for it"
The girl pointed and Verdigris followed the line of the finger with her eyes. She couldn’t see anything which looked like a safe place for mutants, but then again, she couldn’t see a mile either. It was a long walk for a feed, but it wasn’t like she had anywhere else to be. The heat of the summer morning was beginning to seep through her and she could feel the touch of dampness across her skin which meant it was going to be a very hot day.
“Sure, I do a lot of walking, a mile should be no problem.”
Tightening the bag straps across her shoulders she touched the side where there was a large gash. It was almost time for her to get a new bag, when she found the money. This was her second since she had arrived in the city, and it guarantee had expired months ago, meaning it had steadily been deteriorating since.
With a quick double check of the pavement where she had fallen, making sure she hadn’t lost any of the precious items in her threadbare backpack she turned her attention once again to the younger girl.
Verdigris raised her eyebrows. This was an interesting development, a young girl talking to her out of the blue was strange enough but the fact that she was a mutant, with such strong control, was on the verge of being absurd.
"Is there somewhere I can help you get to?"
Verdigris leant forward curiously and inspected what seemed to be a large bubble around the younger girl. While she considered the question, was there anywhere she wanted to go? Some specific destination she had in mind?
"Can I?"
Without waiting for a real answer Verdigris tapped the bubble with a finger, it didn't pop, or even bend, and the surface felt something like glass, or metal. With a slight quirk of her mouth she withdrew her and and answered the question.
"I'm not really going anywhere in particular, no, just hanging around. Unless you know somewhere they shout you lunch for free that isn't weak soup and stale rolls."
She shuddered at the memory of the last homeless shelter she had been to. The people running it had been nice enough, but the huge line to get a scratchy bed and a crummy meal was hardly worth the effort. Besides that, the woman who was sleeping opposite snored. Loudly.
"If I may ask, are you a mutant as well?"
Verdigris raised her eyebrows and pondered the thought. Mutant seemed like such a harsh word. Not as bad as freak for sure, but even still, there was just something about it that echoed 'deformed' or 'wrong'. She looked at the girl carefully, children weren't to be trusted with valuable information but she looked old enough to deal with it, besides the fact she was also a mutant. It was almost worth the risk if it meant something more nutritious than the half-donut she had stolen from a coffee shop table, it wasn't like real stealing though, just taking what they were going to throw away anyway. She shrugged.
"Mutant is perspectivised and has too many negative connotations for anyone to take it on lightly, but I guess you could say I'm different, yes."
She watched as the pink bubble faded away to invisibility and the girl flicked her hair out of her face. Verdigris considered the likelihood of her knowing a place to eat, when even basic grooming was neglected.
"I can see why one might chase you, you're quite pretty"
The older girl gave a halfhearted snort. The girl was sweet yes, but the idea, even the mere thought of the possibility of a relationship with someone so much younger and of the same gender was far fetched.
"Thanks I guess, that just sounds like the sort of thing an old man in a bar might say to a waitress he was trying to con into cheap drinks. So where you from?"
The question, like 'what's up' had many meanings, it could mean where is your home, or where are you going, or what is happening, but she would settle for the most common, a basic form of small talk.
Posted by Verdigris on Aug 8, 2009 22:41:56 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Verdigris opened and shut her mouth a few times, the air around her didn't seem to want to flow past her tongue and down her throat. A valiant effort and she sucked in just enough for a gasping wheeze before a pair of shoes entered her vision. She contemplated them silently for a second or two, the laces were undone and she had just proved how hazardous that could be.
Pushing herself up slightly to her knees she inspected the palms of her hands. The skin was broken and raw, but it was merely a graze and didn't even have the decency to bleed. Touching her tongue to the exposed flesh she squinted up at the girl in front of her.
"What's up?"
Verdigris thought about the question. It was a wide question with a few different meanings. This girl didn't seem too terrible though so mentions of the sky, or high-rise apartment blocks didn't seem in order. Also she was too winded to be snarky. Sucking some more polluted, fumy air into her bruised lungs she exhaled an answer, in as few words as possible.
"Got chased, creepy lesbian, think I lost her..."
Pushing herself onto her feet she took a silent mental checklist. Apart from the bruises she could feel slowly colouring her knees under her jeans, the slight residual winding and her grazed palms everything seemed to be pretty much in order. She turned her attention to the girl before her, slowly sizing her up. Although around the same height as herself the girl appeared a few years younger. Her hair looked like it hadn't seen a brush in quite some time and her shirt didn't sit quite right on her frame and her skirt looked like it had seen better days.
Verdigris supposed she had looked something like that when she had first come to the city, although where she had been shy and withdrawn this girl looked slightly defiant, like she might kick you if you offended her, very hard, in the shins.
"Verdigris, self?"
She held out her battered hand in the universal offering of peace, whoever had come up with that idea wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, she remembered something about the fact it came from the time of knights in amour. Offering a handshake took your hand away from your sword hilt, leaving the other person able to draw and stab, sweep or slash before you even had time to blink. Definitely not the sharpest... maybe something like a rake... or a trowel.
Glancing at the younger girl's hand she tilted her head suspiciously at the flicker of pink which lingered there. Maybe she had hit her head when she went down, although she couldn't feel any tell-tale swelling.
Her wet hair slapped against her back like a fish flapping on rocks, futiley trying to return to the ocean.
She was still being followed.
It had started with her regular trip to one of the few public bathrooms that had showers. She supposed there had been a pool nearby, but it had closed down years ago, leaving the toilets to be used by the general puiblic without fee. It was pretty shabby, colourful graffiti adorned the outdoor walls and names inside hearts were scraped into the back doors of each cubicle with thumbtacks or fingernails.
But the showers still worked, and surpisingly enough the last one on the right actually had hot water if you waited long enough and ignored the missing door. She had entered as usual, her threadbare beachtowl shoved in her worn schoolbag along with a set of clothes still warm from the Laudromats. She turned the water on to heat up and delved into one of the pockets in her backpack, withdrawing the small pat of soap she had stolen from a bathroom in one of the smaller shopping complexes nearby. They would never miss it and it had almost run out anyway.
Stripping to the skin she jumped under the lukewarm water and lathered the soap into her body, the bubbles which smelt of cheap disinfectant running down her legs in trails. She scrubbed her hair as best she could with no shampoo or conditioner and turned to hop out of the shower, the familiar clunking warning her that her time was nearly up. The last few seconds of water were always rust-tainted and she tried to avoid them.
Raised eyebrows and a leer met her gaze as she stepped from under the water. This was not good. Grabbing her towel from her bag she risked another glance at the woman as she flung it around her exposed body. The woman was still staring and as Verdigris looked up she licked her lips.
Shoving her limbs into clean clothes, the material gripping her wet skin she hurried to cover herself. She felt more naked under the woman's appraisal than she actually was. Worst of all, she felt vulnerable.
Shoving her feet into her converse, ignoring the trailing laces she hurried past the woman and shuddered as she felt the touch of a hand on her shoulder.
"Not staying then are we pretty? But you hadn't even hardly started..."
The sleezy voice prompted bile in her throat and she longed for what she had spent the main part of the last three years trying to avoid... People.
Shrugging the hand off her shoulder roughly she hurried out of the confined space and across the small stretch of pavement to the main street. The woman followed, her unrestrained breasts wobbling and her nipples visible through her shirt even on such a warm day.
Verdigris could feel herself beginning to sweat. 'So much for a cleansing shower, and what a waste of soap.' Quickening her steps she made a sharp turn to a larger, more busy street, although there seemed to be a distinct lack of people outside walking their dogs, or whatever else people who had homes and families wandered the streets for.
Turning again she began to run, her feet slapping on the hot pavement and her unrestrained hair bouncing wildy against the back of her shirt. Somewhere in the back of her mind warning lights were flashing but her need to escape from the sleezy woman was more pressing. Besides what else could she possibly need to be worried about.
A tug around the area of her ankle threw her off balance, and she hit the concrete at a fair pace. Her hands and knees skidded along the burning surface and she realised suddenly what the other thing she was supposed to be worried about was.
Character's full name: Verdigris Jetta Willow Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: V.J, Verd, Verdy/Verdi. Mutant alias is The Finder Gender: Female Age: 19 Birthday: 03/05/1990 Nationality/ Ethnicity: Caucasian, lived in Hawaii until her 16th birthday. Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Hawaii
Appearance
Hair colour and style: Black hair past her shoulders with green tips, not straight, not curly just wavy. She had it professionally styled before she accidentally discovered her mutant power at age 16. It was short and spiked and she had bleached, then dyed it green the night before, as a minor rebellion against her parents. It has grown out over the three years she has been away from home, but the green has stayed, a lasting reminder of the place she left.
Eyes: The green associated with sprouting grass, toxic waste or horse drool. May change to varieties of olive or grey-green like turbulent sea-water.
Height: 5’5” or 165cm
Build: Generally slender with a hint of muscle toning from the gym and Soccer lessons.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Both ears are pierced nine times and filled with silver sleepers except for the last two on each lobe which are studs, one green, one black. She has a single scar on her right pinkie from a fight with her brother.
Other features: The fingernail on her tallest finger of her left hand is missing, covered by a fake metal nail which is held in place by a ring, she tore it off soon after her first mutant discovery and it has never grown back properly.
Everyday clothing style: She is usually found wearing the same loose black T-shirt. She has acquired other shirts, mainly black, but it is her favourite. Flared skinny jeans of a faded denim cover her legs and black and white converse half-boots hide her feet.
Sleepwear: She wears a long black T-shirt and a sloppy pair of tracksuit pants to sleep. Sometimes if she is caught unawares and needs to flee she may be found wearing this in the day, although she will change out of it as soon as possible
Miscellaneous clothing: On bad hair days Verdy may wear a black bandanna. She has reading glasses but the lens of the left side is badly cracked so she hardly wears them. She wears a pendant with and emerald set in silver which she was given on her thirteenth birthday, it is never taken off, even for sleeping.
Character
Personality: Verdigris used to take time to make friends with people, choosing solid friendships over half formed acquaintances, although over the last three years of running and hiding she has grown out of the habit, treating people with a distant non-attachment. It is easier to leave those you don’t care about. She lets her appearance work for her, giving off a vibe which makes her difficult to approach. She has no qualms about stealing what she needs, however when possible she chooses to steal from large companies which won’t even notice their loss.
Hobbies/ Interests: Basically keeping herself alive and unnoticed although she regularly read anything she could find about mutants until her glasses broke. Surfing and swimming used to be her hobbies along with Soccer but she gets few chances to indulge in them nowdays.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Her parents have no idea what happened to their only daughter, nor that she dyed her hair green, the search photos were of her last school portrait, which she looked drastically different. She never wants to be found or discovered for what she is by anyone who cannot help her. She has a phobia of spiders, having been bitten and hospitalised as a child. She fears lack of control and from that has a phobia of hypnotists or hypnosis in general.
Special talents: Able to surf and swim, having grown up by a beach.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: She does whatever she can to improve her own survival chances. Generally good, but not afraid of taking the ‘bad’ path if it looks safer.
Mutations Mutation description: Verdigris has the power to open a wormhole between two points. The input point, where an object is sucked through is either controlled by her, in which case it opens in her left palm, or uncontrolled, in which case it will open somewhere within a one-block-radius, where and what it will draw in is random and Verdigris has no control over either aspect unless it is in her left hand. The output end, where the object is flung out, is the palm of her right hand, making her similar to a human-shotgun. When the wormhole is opened whatever is on the other end will be shot out her right hand, no matter what the object. Objects can only be smaller than from her wrist to her elbow, and not wider than her palm in order to fit out the end of the wormhole, objects also must not be being touched or looked at by any person, human or mutant. The wormhole opens to allow one object through at a time, however if she is holding a handful of marbles or jax in her left hand these can be shot with a shotgun effect from her right. One projectile works like a slug, multiple (marbles etc) is akin to birdshot. The further away the target the wider the shot spreads out. If it hit a person it would knock the breath out of them, and if she was 4 or so feet away, probably break ribs and puncture lungs. It would be possible to kill someone if the aim was spot-on and she was closer than 12 feet. Hitting a concrete wall (depending on the projectile) would either have the projectile bounce off or embed itself less than an inch into the wall.
Strengths: Objects are flung out of her right palm at a speed of 85m/s, a strong enough force to damage property and wound flesh, in a manner not unlike a shotgun. Having control of the wormhole’s entrance in her left hand means she can pick up rocks or marbles, or other small objects and use them as a specific projectiles by placing them in her left palm. Ammunition is almost unlimited. There is no drain on energy until around 20 single shots, 30-40 in an adrenaline-fuelled emergency or after three or more objects are shot at a time.
Weaknesses: If the wormhole is opened in her left palm with no object to suck through it will attempt to suck in the nearest thing, this can lead to broken or sprained fingers, and has torn her fingernail off in a previous occasion. Objects can only be sucked through if they are not being touched or looked at by a human or mutant, although animal interaction makes no difference. This leads to many of the objects being things which are easily ‘lost’ such as spare car keys, loose change and odd socks which are little to no use as projectiles.
Fighting style: If flight is impossible Verdigris will generally fire only enough to make an opening big enough for her to escape through. Other than that her style is random and whatever comes to mind.
Pros to fighting style: Random movements, as well as the fact she rarely displays her powers make the element of surprise work in her favour.
Cons to fighting style: Streaks of luck in picking moves can only last so long before she runs out of ideas and eventually, strength.
Faction Allegiance None
History Of Your Character:
Verdigris was born in a general hospital and grew up her whole life in a beachside house in Hawaii. She swam from a young age, both in the ocean and in chlorinated pools, and spent hour after hour on the beach, collecting shells, watching birds or just walking along the white sand admiring the water.
Her parents both had full time jobs so Verdigris and her younger brother Micah took care of themselves and each other to a degree. She was fully comfortable with the arrangement, and although she missed her parents a lot while she was younger at around age ten she was happy to look after herself without their help.
While not ‘popular’ in primary school she had a few good friends which she could rely on fully, and she absorbed most of what was taught. She played and laughed and did what all students do, occasionally skipping her homework to swim or beach-comb.
In high school she achieved generally high to average marks in most classes except maths, which she found difficult. She was tutored on Wednesdays, every second week, with an ex-maths teacher, a friendly old man called Mr Janiston. She trained for soccer with the school every Thursday night and spent the remainder of her afternoons doing homework, hanging out with her friends or spending time on the beach, sometimes a mixture of all three.
Her friends remained her friends and she met her best friend, James, at high school. He taught her how to surf, which she began to do regularly, along with spending time at his house, cooking or talking with his mother, who took the mothering role in Verdy’s mind, as her own mother was always very busy.
One day while she was at school there was a mutant attack at her brother’s primary school, one student was killed and four more injured. She left school early to make sure her brother was unharmed. A broken arm was his only injury, that and a profound hate for ‘those freaks’ as he began to call mutants from that day forward.
Several weeks after the attack on her brother and his friends Verdy was sitting at home struggling with the Maths homework which was due the next day. In a moment of exasperation she flung her hands out and was shocked when a green and white bouncy ball flew from the palm of her right hand and ricocheted off the carpet then walls and desk to land in the messed up covers of her bed. After a cautious approach she examined the ball before carefully laying it on her desk beside her maths.
After four days of similar happenings she confided in James and showed him what she could do. He suggested going somewhere until she could control it, after what had happened at Micah’s school it would be unwise to let anyone guess what she was.
A few things thrown into her school bag and a scribbled note saying she would be at James’ house for a few days and she was ready to go, as she was walking out the door of her room she noticed the ball on the desk where she had left it. She pocketed it thoughtfully and left in silence.
After a brief stop at the bank to withdraw the contents of her account she walked to James’ house. A few miserable hours of awkwardness and goodbyes passed before the plane which would take her away arrived, James’ mother drove her to the airstrip and watched her leave sadly. No-one knew why she was leaving except James, who it was agreed would explain to his mother after Verdigris had left.. The given story was that her aunt had been taken really sick, and it was Verdy’s job to go and stay with her until she was better. It was a weak excuse, but all they were able to come up with on the spot.
Two years of practicing in dark alleys and side streets and she discovered that, with concentration, she could place an object in her left hand and open the connection between her palms, shooting the object out of her right, she also discovered, painfully, that if she tried to shoot something from her right hand when her left hand was clenched in a fist that the wormhole would still open and suck something through, this time the fingernail of her tallest finger, tearing it clean out of her finger and shooting it across the alley to bounce off the wall and lie useless in a oily puddle . Another year of practice and living off the street, picking up any loose change which came through the wormhole and stealing what she couldn’t afford. After being caught a few times she slowly learnt how to feel the slight bulge where the security tag was under the wrapping and cut it out with a blade from the inside of a broken pencil sharpener without drawing attention to herself.
She learnt that on the streets staying clean kept you out of trouble more often than not. Police or security guards were far more suspicious of someone who was grimy and smelt slightly than of someone who was clean and tidy. She began to wash her clothes regularly in the Laundromats whenever she could. She also bought a hairbrush and hair-tie to pull back her hair. Showers were difficult to come by but she dropped in on public pools now and then to use the showers, sometimes swimming, sometimes not.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site? Cafas, a friend linked me to it
Do you have any other existing characters, if so who: Not on this site, but three on a different RP site.
Sample RP: After three years of wandering, practicing and learning Verdy faced a challenge. She was sitting on a park bench, in a park which seemed deserted in the balmy afternoon air, children choosing to stay inside and play video games or watch TV, rather than play outside in the summer heat. She suspected it also had something to do with the number of kidnappings and other crimes which had happened in this area.
She was opening and closing the wormhole in her right palm, allowing object after worthless object to shoot from her hand into the dirt in front of her. She sometimes did this when she was alone, it seemed to increase her endurance and sometimes the object was money of some description, or something worth enough to sell it to a broker. She knew of one specific shop where the owner never asked any questions, just accepted and paid, before re-selling the object for three or four times the price. She preferred the rip-off and silence to getting an honest deal with someone who asked questions.
A man burst out of the nearby bushes, startling her as she was partway through depositing another useless sock onto the dirt, one of the disadvantages of a street with a drycleaner. “You monster!” The man shouted, pointing directly at her “You inhuman beast!” Terrified she stood and tried to move away from the man, but he blocked her path. He continued to yell loudly and people were beginning to take notice, walking from the path to the edge of the park, to look at the confusion. Another man and a woman joined the first and when they figured out what he was yelling about they also began to yell, threatening drowning or other deaths “worthy of an animal like you” Jumping atop the bench she watched like a cornered animal as they advanced ever closer, one had what suspiciously looked like a flick-blade knife in his hand.
In a moment of desperation she grabbed a handful of the loose keys which had shot out of her hand earlier, that she had pulled from where they were embedded in the ground, with the hope that the glimmer of brass or silver could be money. She had piled the keys on the bench, intending to throw them away when she was done, but now they had a second purpose.. Gripping the keys in her left hand tightly she opened her right hand, palm facing the people, concentrated and shot, the keys spraying out like birdshot from a shotgun.
The people screamed and ducked, the first man had been hit, and was yelling something about lawyers and justice. Someone else yelled back, defending her against the man. Verdigris didn’t hang around to find out who. Leaping over the man’s hunched body she ran, past the confused people, unsure of what they had just witnessed, past the gates to the park, across the street and into a shopping complex. Willing the crowds of people to hide her she ducked and weaved for a while, occasionally backtracking to make sure no-one had followed her.
After two hours she stopped at a small diner and ordered a plate of chips, handing over the money she walked to a table which had a full view of what she had really come to see, the TV. News was on and she ate her chips slowly, watching for any mention of her, or an attack in that park. There was a brief mention that there had been another Mutant attack in the area, before a longer article about some school. She wasn’t paying much attention until the reporter mentioned that many people were angry that mutants had a school to themselves.
After watching the full article which presented both sides, for and against the school, with an interview from an X-man and an angry citizen. Verdy walked purposefully to a small internet café and grudgingly paid the hourly rate. Page after page mentioned the school’s name, mainly by angry humans ranting about how evil it was, but the occasional good review shone through, painting the school as a safe haven for those who couldn’t learn elsewhere. After the hour she printed a simple page from Google maps and left. Following the instructions and blue line on the page she walked for hours into the dark, occasionally stopping to check street signs.
She found the gates with no problem and curled up to sleep until a decent time of day, and to regain some of the energy lost through that much adrenaline and power use in one day... She woke as the sun was just beginning to colour the sky. She approached the large gates which had been the background of the news article and surveyed the area warily, there didn’t seem to be anyone around, and it was far too early for humans to be jogging past or anything. She looked at the intercom button for several minutes before walking over to it. It would be a good place for a trap really, a mutant trap. Activated by the press of a button they would seal their own fate. She swallowed and touched her finger to the button, depressing then quickly releasing it and stepping back. No machine guns started shooting, no cage dropped from the sky, and she placed the worn schoolbag on the ground, sitting beside it to wait for an answer.
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