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.
The X-Man was extremely brave or extremely stupid; watching as she ran off, cursing at having to deal with the octopus before coming to a stop directly in front of a mirror, Winnie was more than willing to believe the latter. What the hell was a mirror supposed to do? What, was she hoping to terrify it into unconsciousness with a glimpse at its own reflection? Granted, the mutant was disgusting to look at, but it certainly wasn’t Medusa. So what was the plan here?
Winnie looked up, watching as the X-Man goaded the other to run in for the attack. Stepping away from the discarded bow, she cringed as the Cthulhu-wannabe charged head first at the heroine and in a moment the impossible happened. If she hadn’t had an it with her own eyes, she would have never believed it. The heroine was caught but it all seemed to be a part of a plan as age let herself fall back into the mirror.
”You have got to kidding me…” she muttered in awe.
And like that, both mutants were gone.
Winnie stared for a few seconds, creeping forward, through the now quiet and empty bank. It was disorienting, of course, considering seconds ago it had been filled with the sounds of battle. As she crept up, she flailed at the sudden appearance of a mass of tentacles. The mutant struggled, trying to force itself back through the glass. Winnie recoiled, her adrenaline spiking again as she watched the mutant attempt to escape.
She inspected the glass but could see no escape for the criminal. She would have cheered in success of it weren't for one, minor thing…where was the X-Man? A small worry built up in her breast as she carefully approached the glass and tapped on it with her beak.
”Oy! Hero! Where’d you make off to?” It was then that she managed to peer through the mass of tentacles and found the heroine struggling with being wrapped up in appendages.
It wasn't funny -- and yet it was.
"Um...was this all some kinky foreplay between you two?" she quipped. "Because, if it is, I'm seriously going to be pissed."
Things had taken a clear turn. Where they initially seemed to be working in their favor, now they were working against them. Moments ago, the seemingly defeated octopus mutant had recovered enough to go back on the attack. The amused heroine was knocked aside, as easily as if she were a ragdoll, and sent skidding across the ground. Winnie, of course, was terrified and immediately found a small corner to tuck herself into to hide. But she wasn't heartless, despite what her foul mouth made her sound like.
Skittering over to the woman, Winnie started to peak at the ground, urging her to get up so that she could avoid a slimy, perverted fate. However the hero prided to not receive her words of warning well as a hand was quickly swiped in her direction, colliding with her tiny body. It hurt, but it could have hurt more; that knowledge did little to balm her irritation.
As she skidded across the smooth floor like a feathery hockey puck, the obscenities she weaved formed a fine tapestry as she spun away across the ground. ”OW!YOU****S***ING*******!THEF***ISWRONGWITHYOUYOUBLOODYWAN-OOMPH!”
She tapped against a far away wall, head lolling as she tried to stop hey vision from swimming randomly throughout her head. With a second to breathe, she looked across the floor to see that she was now facing the wrong direction. Craning her head back, she watched the heroine climb back onto her feet.
>> "I am really bored of this!"
Though she was taking to the mutant, Winnie understood the sentiment all too well. Struggling to get back into her feet, when she achieved it, she wobbled thanks to being dizzy. However she was able to prevent falling over by leaning against a nearby desk. Another shake of her head and Winnie crouched down, creeping along the edge of the desk to stay out of sight, but also to see the action. The heroine was weaponless, over this fight, but Professor Octo-pants clearly wasn’t done. The X-Man needed help but what could she do?
Her eyes fell across the discarded bow. Grimly she shook her head, trying to convince herself to not do something stupid. ”….ah ****…” Staying low, Winnie took carefully steps towards the bow. Maybe she could drag it back to the X-Man. Maybe…
God, she just wanted to die at this point. The smug look on the X-Man’s face was the last thing she needed right now. She knew that kiwi bird were one of those things popularized by the internet that made people go “awww!” but it made her want to break things. While she was glad she was a mutant, could she really have not been anything just a tad bit cooler? **** , at this point she would have preferred turning into a goddamn spork! But there was no use crying over spilt milk. There were more pressing matters to attend to.
Namely, getting the hell out of here. While the X-Man may have had some right, the police spotting a kiwi bird probably wouldn't look the best. If she could turn to human in time, they could just assume she was some lost animal and shove her in a cage. That wouldn't do well at all for calming her down enough to be able to turn back.
>> "But... dodos are..." *snerk* "... much bigger..."
She craned her head in a “are-you-****ing- serious” manner and just shook her head. This heroine was far too amused by all this. She was half tempted to run up and peck the woman's toes through her boots, but thankfully she seemed to pull her head out of her *** enough to realize that Winnie had a point.
>>"Okay, okay. Uhh. But what... were you doing here in the first... you know what, nevermind…How about we get you ou..."
FINALLY . Maybe the woman wasn’t a complete airhead after all. Winnie had had her fair share of dumb, pretty ladies that it was refreshing to meet one who had some sense. ”Thank… you. Let's g-“ she winced at the sudden crashing sound. ”HOLY ****!!”
She watched as one second she was talking to a person, and the next it was just open air. The X-Man suddenly was flung to the side, sent careening away by the force of an overly large tentacle. Winnie flailed, her feathers ruffling as she let out a stream of obscenities while she fled for the nearest dark spot.
Tucking herself underneath the lip of a cabinet, she peeked her little head out just enough to see that the X-Man had fallen nearby and was clearly in pain. A glance up and she watched the octopus man start to lift himself off the ground. He was disoriented, but he was quickly gaining his bearings. Winnie fearfully began to tap get break on the ground next to the hero .
”B***h, you better get up, “ she said with fear in her tiny voice. ”He doesn't look done with fulfilling his hentai fantasy!”
So the apology had to be coming any moment now. Standing there, defiantly, the height challenged kiwi bird glared up at the much taller mutant, demanding satisfaction for being embarrassed in such a way. She came in her to take a few pictures, not to be shot at by arrows. Besides, the X-Man wasn’t supposed to hurt innocent people, right? If that were the case, maybe she needed to brush up on her X-Man handbook!
But as she could still feel her heart racing, the small kiwi just paced, waiting to calm down, waiting to be able to be human again. An apology would go a long way towards that. Now is only the mutant could stop staring at her in such a confused manner, put on her big girl panties, and admit that she was wrong, everything would be oka--
>> "You're... a kiwi shifter?!..."
She stared at the X-Man for an impossibly long time before she grumbled an extremely loud obscenity. It was a cathartic release but still left her feeling irritable. Was that really all the X-Man could think about? Granted, the people who knew about her power all reacted similarly, but now certainly wasn’t the time for it.
A sigh and she stopped pacing to crane her head towards the woman, a gesture that was filled with attitude. Eyeing her, she just muttered under her breath as she shook her head. “Listen gorgeous, kudos on knowing what a kiwi is. Most just think I’m a dodo bird. But are the nuances of my abilities really that important? I, for one, would like to get out of here before the cops show up. Trespassing on a crime scene isn't really acceptable…” she eyed the woman again. ”…Now is it? “
Winnie was clearly irritated. Sitting on her feathery rump, her heart racing from the fact that she was nearly killed, she was definitely irritated. Though she was fine, the worst part of this ordeal was the fact that her main had activated. Whenever she is terrified, being shot at by a bow and arrow is a good candidate, her fear reaction activates most embarrassing mutation. In an instant, with a pop of air, Winnie transforms into a kiwi bird – probably the worst and most lame mutation she could imagine. It was not something she liked others to know about, but right now she clearly didn't have a choice.
Shaking the confusion of senses out of her mind, Winnie regained her bearings and let loose a torrent of obscenities at the would-be hero that had nearly killed her. Seriously, what was up with that? She was supposed to be the good guy, err gal, right? What was she doing shooting arrows at innocent bystanders? That was sheer B.S.!
>>"The... f*ck?"
She craned her head to look up and spied the mutant peeking down at her. From her expression, she was both befuddled and a little amused. God, the indignity of it all. Squirming to try and get her feet under her, Winnie tipped over onto her side. She flailed briefly, snarling in several curses she uttered under her breath, before she finally managed to tuck her legs underneath her so she could plant her feet and stand up.
So embarrassing.
Standing up straight, as straight as a kiwi can, she shook her whole body, causing her feathers to ruffle and plume, before they laid back against her body. Lifting her head, she glared daggers at the amused X-Man and snapped her beak towards her.
“’The f*ck’, she says?” Winnie grumbled irritably. She then raised her voice, jabbing her beak towards the woman to punctuate her words. “More like the f*ck is your problem?!” Her voice, though small, still carried the weight of her irritation. “You make it a habit of trying to kill innocent bystanders?” She took a breath, trying to calm herself as she stated to pace. She needed to calm down so she could shift back.
This was definitely more than she expected to find. An X-Man battling a tentacle monster? Not only that but a pretty hot X-Man battling a tentacle monster? Winnie wasn’t a big fan of anime porn, but she knew of its existence; and this right here was certainly an fan’s wet dream. A beautiful warrior woman with a bow and arrow, fending off tentacles and cursing breathlessly? The thought almost made her snicker but the was no inappropriate music or clothing ripping happening here. This was serious.
Snicker.
Pulling her head out of the gutter, Winnie lifted her camera for a couple more photos. The X-Man was fighting valiantly, but she was getting frustrated. The octopus man wasn’t stopping and it seemed that most of the arrows she was chucking at weren't doing a damn thing. But she moved and dodged with the grace of a ballerina so Winnie vaguely wondered if this was just going to end in a draw.
As she landed nearby, Winnie ducked and held her breath. She waited, listening as the hero pulled another arrow free. She popped her head up, one hand holding her camera and the other holding her hat down on her head, she watched as the hero drew the string back, arrow notched, aimed directly for her opponent. It was an inspiring shot.
Quiver twaned and camera clicked as she captured the moment perfectly. It was beautiful image.
Sparks arched through the air. The mutant gurgled in pain and spasmed before crumbling into a heap. The very picture of defeat. Her camera lifted again, Winnie stood up this time, to get a good angle, and took one more photo. It was pure poetry… that is until the click of her camera resounded through the room like a thunder clap.
The sleek form of the X-Man turned and before Winnie knew what was happening, there was an arrow notched and released in her direction.
Her eyes widened as she shouted, ”THE FU--!!” But it was too late. The arrow flew past her ear and in that second, the sight and the sound rang throughout her body like a rolling thunder. Her pulse quickened, her eyes dilated, and before she could finish her sentence, an audible POP! filled the air. And, like that, the woman was gone.
On the ground, sitting in her place, was a clearly out of place creature of fine feathers, a rotund body, and a ping pong sized head with a long beak. The kiwi bird sat on its round rump, her head in confusion as it took a moment to gather her bearings. When she did, she called out into the now enormous room.
”Are you completely mental?!” she shouted indignantly. ”You almost ****ing killed me! ”
Winnie was not stupid. She wasn’t one of those people who ran headfirst into danger just so that she could be on the know of what was happening. Rather, she was more careful with her precious, precious life. If she was going to risk her curvaceous butt for anything, it damn well better be worth it. Information was not always worth it...but money, well, that was a different story.
Being a freelance photographer, it meant freedom but it also meant that she didn’t have the most stable of income. That was why, when an opportunity presented itself, that she was going to just let it go to waste. Rather she was going to do what she needed to to ensure that she could afford her rent and gas for the week -- even if that meant running into the belly of the beast.
She didn’t start out the day looking for trouble. Rather, trouble had just happened to occur across the street. While strolling down the sidewalk, dressed in her dark jeans, a blouse of cream, and a slate-gray fedora atop her crown of pixie cut honeyed hair, the young woman with a bag strapped across her shoulders paused when she heard screaming. Across the street, at a bank, she could see that a crowd had begun to form.
Winnie didn’t often take photographs of crime scenes but they could be a quick source of income to news stations and papers. She was sure that they were probably already being flooded with shaky footage or grainy pictures, but this intrepid young woman just so happened to have her camera sitting in her purse.
Once she learned what was transpiring inside, she knew she had to try to get a picture. An X-Man versus some tenatcled mutant? How could she not try to get a shot? Slipping away from the crowd and looking for the quickest way she could get in close, Winnie went on the search.
It didn’t take her long to find a dark alcove that the police officers had forgotten to place a man on. As she faded into the shadows, Winnie slowly made her way around until she found a window that had apparently been broken in the melee. Pulling off her jacket, she wrapped it over the broken edge of the window and very carefully climbed through. She could feel the points of the glass attempt to cut into her body but her jacket managed to snag most of the shards. When she finally shimmied in, Winnie plopped onto the ground and hefted up the camera that she had hanging from around her neck.
Staying low, Winnie crept into the darkened corner of the bank, listening to the sounds of battle occurring within the building. When she finally got to a good vantage point, Winnie peeked out, her stormy eyes falling onto the scene. It was definitely a photo op.
”Wicked…” she whispered in her soft English accent. A grin on her lips, Winnie lifted her camera and started to snap a few photos. This was going to be sooo good.
Character's full name:Winnifred Ann Wickham Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Winnie / KiWinnie (only friends, everyone else dies) Gender: Female Age: 25 Date of Birth: 08/03/1992 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Los Angeles, California Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: British / New Zelander
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dark, dirty blonde, cut short into a pixie cut, most of the time. Skin Tone: Fair and light colored Eye Color: Stormy Grey Height: 5’6 Build: Thin but with a tight and strong musculature Visible mutation: None Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Several piercings in both ears, as well as a bellybutton piercing. She also has a tattoo across the back of her shoulders that resemble Maori-inspired wings and another on her left arm of a pair of hanging boxing gloves. On her other arm she has crest of a lion, the old symbol that her father used to wear on his boxing trunks. Other features: She has a small, practically unnoticeable scar on the bridge of her nose where an opponent sucker punched her during a sparring match.
Everyday clothing style: Jeans, t-shirt, and various other loose tops that can hang off of her shoulder. Winnie believes in comfort and therefore will rarely be found in dresses or pansuits unless it is for an important function. Even then, she will usually try to “Winnify” things by adding accessories that wouldn’t normally go with such clothing. Uniform: None. Being a freelance photographer she usually doesn’t have wear anything specific. Unless she’s been hired to do a function, then she dresses how she is requested to dress, which will normally just be a badge of some kind. Sleepwear: Oversized shirt and boy shorts. Miscellaneous clothing: She has a short leather jacket that used to belong to her mother. It is one of her favorite jackets and she tends to make it work with everything she wears.
Character
Personality: Winnie is a bit of a free spirit and always will be. Hailing from California and touched with tragedy early on, most people believe her to be a strange walking combination sunshine and sarcasm. She can usually be found with a sneer on her lips and a delightful twinkle in her eye. Most people cannot handle her sarcastic commentary, but for Winnie, if you are able to survive through that, then you have the right to be called a true blue friend. And, if we’re being honest, she is probably the best friend that someone can have.
Winnie wears her heart on her sleeve. She is bold, forward, and loves to flirt. However she also is afraid of getting hurt. Having lost her mother early one means that Winnie makes it tough for people to get close to her, on purpose. But those that do will find a good friend who is always willing to share an adventure, who will laugh with them, cry with them, and take on the world by their side. However, be forewarned that when Winnie feels the wind blow in a different direction, she will more than likely take the opportunity to go.
For as sweet and fun as she can seem, Winnie is a rather crass at times. Having learned to fight from her father has given the young woman a type of competitive edge. She doesn’t take losing as an option and will just keep pushing herself until she can achieve victory – or she gives up due to sheer exhaustion. She does also have a foul mouth, especially when she is being competitive, is frustrated, or annoyed. Oh the strings of obscenities that can fly from her mouth is both magical and terrifying at the same time, but it is a finely woven thread in the tapestry that is Winnifred Ann Wickham. Hobbies/ Interests:
Photography – She went to school for it, is always found with a camera on her, and considers herself a true shutterbug.
Boxing – Not only does she regularly practice, but she is an avid watcher of the sport and has her own opinions about fighters, most of which she will gladly get into an argument with.
Actions Movies from the 80s and 90s – She loves cheesy action movies and will regularly quote them at the most appropriate of times.
Animals – She does absolutely adore animals and will gladly stop traffic to go out into the middle fo the road to help one across the street or take it to a humane shelter.
Job or part time job and description: Freelance Photographer Fears/ phobias/ concerns:
Being Alone—Winnie is not a lone wolf, though her attitude may make it seem that way. Truth is that the photographer would actually rather have the presence of other people. She loves to make friends (even when she is extremely sarcastic to them) and prefers to fill her day hanging out with others. Sadly this is because she fears being alone. Already left by her mother at a young age, and witnessing what it did to her father, she knows she doesn’t want to be alone.
Dying of Illness—Though she was very young, Winnie does remember snippets of what her mother went through, little pictures of her in health vs the end when she was frail and sickly. She doesn’t want that for herself, not in anyway. Therefore she tries to keep taking care of herself and hopes and prays such a fate does not befall her.
Stuck—Because her mutation occasionally forces her to transform against her will, she fears that she will eventually get stuck like that. As much as she is glad to be a part of the mutant community (even if her gift is essentially useless, according to her), she does fear that one day she is going to change and she won’t be able to change back. Seeing as this state is dependent on her fear reactions, sometimes this can take a while for her to calm down enough shift back.
Clowns—Ugh! The laughing, the make-up, the oversized clothing, talking about a hellish thing. Winnie does not care for clowns in the slightest and will usually go out of her way to avoid them.
Special talents: Aside from boxing, Winnie is both an educated and skilled photographer. She has a knack capturing moments perfectly on film (or digital, as she prefers). On top of that, Winnie rides an orange Vespa that she has nicknamed “Orange Thunder”, and while she can drive a car as well, she is more adept with her Vespa.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good-Neutral. Winnie considers herself a good person. She doesn’t like to see bad things happen to others and will normally go out of her way to ensure that people are safe and happy. However she does know that sometimes the lines need to be blurred in order to ensure the safety of others.
Mutations
Mutation description: Flightless Bird Shifter- Yes, that is her power. While it may not sound like the most powerful or glamorous of abilities, it, in fact…totally isn’t. While there is potential down the line for her power to be somewhat cool, at the moment, Winnie can only turn herself into a small and unassuming Kiwi bird. With a thought (or sometimes as a fear reaction), Winnie turns into a Kiwi at the drop of a hat and, like all mutations, it has both its pros and its cons. Strengths:
Small Frame—One good thing about Winnie’s ability to shift into a kiwi bird is that it makes her incredibly small. Kiwi birds are no taller than a foot-and-a-half, with a rotund body, the kiwi is fairly small and easily allows her to hide. Of course, once seen, it doesn’t take a person long to realize that something fishy is going on as kiwis are not exactly natural to the majority of the world. Still, a nice thick bush or shadow alcove, and none would realize she is there.
Incredibly Fast—Though not on par with a roadrunner by any means, the kiwi can run at speeds of about 15 mph, the average for a full grown human. Given the smaller size, Winnie possesses great agility in her kiwi form and can run and dodge around predators, people, and obstacles with the best of them.
Instanteous Transformation—Unlike some shifters who transform either painfully or after a period of time, Winnie’s transformation is instantaneous. Where one moment you are talking to a full grown, twenty-year-old woman, the next there is a rush of air and the sound of a bubble popping and there Winnie the Kiwi is. This is useful, especially if she needs to get away from an opponent as it doesn’t take her any time to shift. Additionally in a fight, she can easily switch between forms to get around her opponent for a quick sucker punch or two.
Inanimate Object Shifts—Thank god her clothing shifts with her. When Winnie transforms into KiWinnie (Kiwi!Winnie), her clothing, jewelry, even her cellphone will transform with her. At most it just appears as darker colored feathers upon her body, and she has no access to them, but at least she won’t lose her phone anywhere. When she shifts back to human, everything is shifted back to where it once was.
Human Voice—The absolute best is that Winnie can still talk in her human voice while in kiwi form. No awkward chirping or cries (unless she willingly does them). This grants her the ability to pass along information or hold a conversation while still a kiwi. Plus, it totally freaks people out who aren’t expecting it.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
Frail Body—For as swift as she is, Winnie does have a much frailer body when she’s sporting the KiWinnie form. If someone manages to hit her, grab her, or toss her about, it will definitely hurt. Kiwi bones do have marrow and are not hollow, but still she is much smaller and bones could be broken more easily.
Startled Transformation—She’s not proud to admit this, but, sometimes, when she is startled and her fear levels spike, Winnie will instantly transform into a kiwi bird against her will. Part of the fight or flight reaction, when Winnie is deeply and truly scared, she will instantly transform.
Stuck: Sadly when Winnie is startled into transformation, she remains stuck like that until she calms down. This can be difficult as it only ramps up her anxiety, making her fearful that she won’t transform back. This is why, on occasion, when Winnie is particularly stressed, roommates, friends, lovers, etc., will find her pacing in her kiwi form.
[li]Kiwi Time Limit—When willfully transforming into KiWinnie, Winnie does have a time limit in that she can only maintain this form for about an hour. After that, it gets too hard to hold and, whether she’s ready or not, she will instantly transform back into human. However, if she transforms between each form multiple times in an hour, she will get exhausted more quickly and will eventually have to rest. Multiple shifts cannot be sustained for more than 30 minutes.[/li] [li]Confused Senses—At initial transformation, there is a momentary bout of confusion where the young woman has to get her bearings. It only lasts for a few seconds, but it is enough to where she could be caught off guard. She is getting better at handling the shifting but there is a still a moment where either she loses her hearing, her sight is blurred, etc. [/li] [/ul]
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Winnie is actually pretty lean but has the body of someone who works out fairly enough. Her musculature is pretty solid but not overtly so. She has strength, stamina, and dexterity of a young woman of her age who takes care of herself and works out regularly. Her body is just a little hardened thanks to the boxing training she has received from her father since she was in grade school and she has only kept up the habit since. Fighting Style: Boxing (Out Boxer Style). Her father was a semi-pro boxer who moved to the USA and opened up his own gym and training center when he retired from the ring. At an early age, especially because of the death of her mother, he took it upon himself to teach Winnie in the ways of boxing. Her father, a self-identified practitioner of the Slugger style, taught Winnie everything he knew. She ended up taking on an Out-Boxer style with calls for fast moving and to stay out of reach while she tires her opponent and gets in shots with her longer reach. Fighting Style Pros/Cons:
PRO: Winnie has an unsuspecting skill about her. No one would really look at her and believe her to be a fighter. She uses this to her advantage, usually doling out a few combos and felling her opponents before they know what hit them.
PRO: She has been practicing since she was eight years old and does continue to train. Winnie knows what she is doing, she can read other fighters, and she can use that to her advantage.
CON: Someone who is physically stronger, able to take a punch, will easily be able to overpower her.
CON: Winnie is a practiced boxer but she doesn’t have a lot of experience out of the ring. She has had to defend herself before and done so successfully, but against a street fighter or someone who has mastered a different style, it will be a difficult time for her.
History Of Your Character Winnifred Ann Wickham is the only daughter of Samuel and Anna Wickham. Samuel, a semi-pro boxer from England, moved to the U.S. in his 30s, settling in Los Angeles, California. It was there that he met and promptly fell in love with Anna Baker, an international student studying at the University of Southern California. The love affair because Samuel and Anna was a passionate one, one that immediately changed the two individuals lives for the better. It was only a year or so after Anna’s graduation from the university that she agreed to marry Samuel.
The two had a fairytale romance. They loved each other, through thick and thin, and through their love Winnifred was born, named after Samuel’s grandmother who had raised him back home. With Samuel retiring at an early age to focus on more on training and, therefore, provide a more stable life for his family, everything seemed to be going well – that is until a fateful visit to the doctor’s office.
The cancer was an aggressive one and Anna was given less than a year to live. However, being the bright ray of sunshine that she was, Anna would not let the news destroy her family. Though Winnie was only four-years old at the time, she made sure to cherish every moment, every laugh, every tear until the inevitable time where she would meet her maker. The doctors gave Anna six months – she lived another two years before she finally succumbed to her illness.
Life for Winnifred was difficult, but not impossible after that point. Though she was only six-years old at the time of her mother’s passing, she can still remember her face. Her father, Samuel, only kept himself together thanks to the fact that he had a daughter to take care of. With the responsibility of raising her on his own, Samuel plowed through his depression and did what needed to be done for the sake of his family. When she got older and looked back at what her father was able to accomplish, the feats of strength that he found in the midst of his own grief, she realize just how much she admired the man.
Growing up in the Wickham household was difficult, but it was also rewarding. Samuel didn’t earn a lot of money from training, but it was enough to keep a roof over their heads and food in the fridge. Winnie learned to appreciate the simply things in life, never needing or even wanting designer clothing, the latest electronics, or fancy jewelry. As a matter of the fact, the thing that she loved most about her life, despite the simplicity, was the fact that her father took an early interest in training her in boxing. And she took to it like a duck to water.
In her teenage years, on the cusp of becoming an adult, Winnie found that despite her lack of owning the latest technological wonders, she actually had a knack for photography. A creative soul just like her mother, with the tenacity and stubbornness of her father, Winnie found herself a rather eclectic young woman with tastes that seemed to vastly differ. However, despite what others may think of her, Winnie grew up rather happy with herself – that is until she discovered that she, was in fact, a mutant.
Winnie and her father never had any problems with mutants. The truth was that Winnie actually looked up to them a bit. Though she wasn’t an obsessive fangirl by any means, she was thoroughly impressed with the abilities that they possessed. Who wouldn’t want to be able to fly or lift cars with one hand? Who wouldn’t want that tiny tinge of power, that little tweak to their DNA that made them different than anyone else? It was like an impossible dream, a genetic lottery in which she would only ever have one ticket. But, when she discovered at the age of eighteen that she was in fact one of those noble ranks of mutants – it wasn’t exactly what she expected.
Freshman year in college. Winnie was out studying late for a very important exam when she was jumped by a pair of hoodlums who had wandered too close to the student dormitories. A fight broke out as the two men didn’t realize that she had been trained by her father in boxing since she was at least eight, but one a knife was drawn, she knew better than to push her luck. She ran. A chase was involved, one in which Winnie feared for her life, and it was that fear that drove her mutation to activate. There was a sudden compression of air and before she knew it, she was much lower on the ground and every looked completely giant. She blinked in confusion but stumbled across a hiding space in some bushes where she waited for her pursuers to run back and vanish into the night. It was only when the men were gone that she craned her head and blinked to look at herself as best she could – she didn’t care for the sight.
Without realizing what had happened, Winnie, now in the shape of a small, brown feathered kiwi bird, wandered out of the bushes where she was immediately picked up by a passing biology student. A mystery, to be sure, the student was ready to bring Winnie back to the labs until her own, human voice rang out with an accented “Oi! You better bloody well put me down!” Winnie was dropped and landed on her rather round posterior and shook her ping pong ball sized head as she watched the student run off in terror.
Fearing that she would be stuck like this, Winnie picked herself up onto her own two feet, trying to decide what to do neck when there was another ‘POOSH!’ and poof, she was sitting on her but in her regular human form, completely clothed as she had been before she changed. With her heart rate returning to normal, Winnie looked at her hands and, the realization of what she was coming to fruition before she shouted. “Are you ****ing kidding me?”
So, yeah, Winnie’s arrival into mutanthood was a bit bittersweet. She loved the fact that she was special but the fact that she was a goddamn kiwi bird shifter was downright ridiculous. But, it wasn’t exactly like she could do anything about it so she swallowed her pride and accepted this about herself. The first person she showed was her father who, after laughing hysterically, admitted that it was pretty cool but informed her that she needed to be careful. Winnie, of course, agreed and decided to move on with living her life.
Once she graduated from college, Agnes knew that she wanted to try living elsewhere. As much as she loved California, there was so much to see in the world. Samuel, of course, loved his daughter dearly and could see the wanderlust spirit of her mother in her, agreed to help her in any way that he could. Deciding that she wanted to live in New York for some time, Winnie uprooted her life in California, and moved to the bustling metropolis on the east coast. What adventures would await her? She didn’t know but she is excited to find out.
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Jorge Where did you learn about this site?: Some psycho by the name of Neopolitan twisted my arm to come back with promises of plots, candy, and good times. I guess two out of three ain’t bad, but still pretty much a rip-off. >.> Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who:Jorge Cervantes , Belladonna Honey , Booker B. Bookman , Kristoph Karlson Sample RP: Man, **** Brenda for making her do this. Winnie wore a scowl upon her face that could have easily made the bravest of men cringe away in fear. Her nose scrunched up, her eyes tight and focused on the glow of the laptop screen before her. Her hand ran nervous through her short, light-colored hair as she continued to glower. Hunched over her desk, elbow planted upon the top, chin rest on her open palm, from her body language alone it was clear that she was not a happy camper. And yet, while anyone else would have turned away, she persisted.
Winnie was not someone to take challenges lying down. Whenever she was challenged, she made sure to power through whatever it was. Just like the time that Sandy Pescadero challenged her to down the remaining quarter of a bottle of hot sauce when they are out at Taco Pete’s during finals. It burned like hell but Winnie was relentless until she had drank the last drop. Her tongue was numb for several hours afterwards but, hey, she earned her peers respect.
But this, well, this was going a bit out of her comfort zone. For as much as Winnie was willing to accept any challenge, the one that she always shied away from was scare challenges. She was not someone who liked to be scared, for several reasons, actually. The most prominent was due to her mutation and the lasting effect it could have on her. However, Brenda had prodded her enough to the point that when she finally relented, Winnie was hellbent on proving her point that she could handle being scared.
After all, it was just a stupid jump scare video. How scary could it b—
”RAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRRRRR!!!!”
“AHHHHHH!!!” POP!!
A knock came to the door. Slowly it was pushed open as Brenda, the tall, raven-haired young woman walked in, dressed in her pajamas and rubbing her eyes. Her eyebrow arched, she looked around the room in confusion, not seeing her roommate anywhere. “Winnie?”
”Ugh…down here…” a small voice whined.
Brenda looked down and, standing on the ground, was a rather strange creature. Small, round, standing on two spindly legs. The creature with the long neck and ping-pong ball-sized head and the long beak sighed as it looked up at her indignantly. A kiwi. This was Winnie whenever she willed it or, as in this case, was terrified beyond belief. And she was not happy.
Her roommate, however, was grinning like a Cheshire. “Haaaah, you got scared! I knew that’d get you!”
KiWinnie (annoying combination of Kiwi and Winnie) rolled her eye as she started to pace, waiting to turn back into human form, but not without grumbling. “You’re a such a *****…”