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.
Out of all things, he had bumped into a girl. A young and pretty one, none the less, as if the thing he really needed right now was to accidentally scare a teenager, or come off as a creep somehow. Javier froze as she looked up at him, alarmed, and it took him a few seconds to realize that she was not, actually, scared of him.
>>”How do we get out of this?”
She was not dancing either. In fact, she looked very uncomfortable, and a little bit terrified. Javier could relate to those feelings, and somehow it made him feel less awkward that he was not the only one unwittingly stuck in the middle of someone else's big and elaborate flashmob proposal.
"This way." he nodded towards the edge of the path that was lined with bushes. It was not exactly elegant, exiting through shrubbery, but at least they could be sure that no one would follow them there, or that they would run into more dancers somehow. Javier moved, as gracefully as he could manage among people wildly jumping around, and breathed a little easier the farther he got from the front of the scene. He glanced back, making sure the girl kept up.
Javier was aware that he was not handling his surprise especially well. In fact, if there was a wrong way to handle meeting an actual real-life superhero, this was probably it. He worried that he came off more hostile than he intended. He really did not dislike the woman on principle... he just did not know what the etiquette was for cases like this...
>>"I am a member of the team. Yes, sir. Are we supposed to have secret identities?"
"Ummm...?" Javier was actually not sure about this either. Were they? He felt like many X-men showed their faces off in the media quite often. Not all of them wore masks when out on missions. Still, face and identity, that was different, right?... Javi fiddled with the sleeve of the costume absent-mindedly, not knowing how to answer.
>>"I've gone through training in order to become deputized and my work with the X-men is as legal as the vigilante volunteer system is ever going to get. I'm not ashamed of my team or my actions. So I guess it's not really a secret to me."
"No no no, I didn't mean you should be..." Dammit, why could he just not communicate like a normal person?! She probably thought he was an anti-mutant bigot or something. He really didn't want to go into the legalities of vigilante groups with this woman. But he also did not want to make her feel like he did not want to go into the...
Aaaaaaargh!
>>"Our team tailor ran off and got married. You know how it is. I don't want to bother marital bliss. Want me to tell you it's cosplay? It could be really good cosplay..."
"Oh it is definitely not cosplay." that just slipped out before Javi had a time to realize what he was saying. It was an honest comment. While mentally torturing himself, he had been fiddling with the costume, and while it did not take a professional's eye to tell it was high quality, he could see the subtle differences between something that looked fancy, and something that was an actual, functional vigilante outfit. Now that he said it, he turned his attention to the costume to hide his awkwardness. "So... what would you like to do with it, exactly?... Is the material relevant to how your powers work?..." In other words, how did she not just... smoke out of her clothes?...
Javier glad to see Jack again. She was good company, and despite the occasional teasing, she was very patient with his quirks. They got along, in the time they spent together, which was a strange mix between mutual understanding and work. He realized that he had not seen her for months, though.
>>“Eeehhh... Real crazy deez last see-ew nun-ce. Lost ny a’art-nent… s’lit wiss ny girls’riend. ‘een really russ.”
Javier suddenly felt a flood of guilt over not checking on Jack sooner. Not that they hung out much or anything, but still, it was awkward for someone to break so many bad news that happened without the other's knowledge...
"Oh god, Jack. I'm sorry to hear that..."
What was he supposed to do after this? Offer her a seat? Tea? Alcohol? Shoulder to cry on?...
>>“Sings are looking utt, doh. How you? Shot doing well? Dating?”
Javier blushed a little, both glad at the change of topic, and embarrassed that he was glad for the change of topic.
"No, not dating" he sighed "But the shop is doing well. And people in the neighborhood are nice. I feel like I'm part of the community, you know?..."
It was nice to be settled, and less stressed than he had been in college.
Javier tried to blend into a situation that was totally, completely unblendable. In a terrifying replica of his worst nightmares, everyone else around him seemed to be in on the flashmob. More and more people joined the dancing, stepping perfectly in sync; ice cream sellers, little old ladies, jogging men and women, even the kids. Javier turned, trying to look for a way out of the crowd, but the dance was too enthusiastic and unpredictable to offer a clear path for the bushes. He felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. All the people seemed to be facing the same way; turning Javier noticed that there was a young woman, looking both excited and embarrassed, at the front of the crowd, with a young man nearby, and several guys with cameras.
Cameras.
This was not just a flashmob; it was a proposal.
Javier backed away from the general direction of the cameras as fast as he could; he bumped into someone. He apologized. He felt the need to at least try to make an effort and move with the dance, but dancing in public was a thought that froze his blood in his veins. There was only one way to go; suck it up and get out with minimum collisions. He turned to do just that, and bumped into someone else; a young girl, standing a little frozen.
She did not take offense at his comment, Javi tried to convince himself as they moved on less akward topics. She had quite a few clothes in the bag, but she apparently had priorities involving which ones she wanted to get fixed the most. The first was a pair of pants that she pulled out; Javier looked over them, and then her figure, trying to guess just how much weight she had put on.
>>"I need-- Well, let me just show you. These are my super fancy pants and I have to be in court to answer some things... If it's at all possible to add some space around the waistband? That's where it's getting tight."
Court?... Javier could not help but wonder what she was going to court for. Not that he was going to ask. There were so many wrong answers to that... pretty much anything beyond 'jury duty' was going to end up more awkward than what it was worth. And it did not matter for his job anyway. While she rummaged around some more, Javier took a closer look at the pants.
>>"This one... I don't know what to do about this one..."
She plopped the outfit down onto the counter, and Javier's eyes widened. It was an X-men uniform. His gaze jumped from the uniform to the woman, then back. He had seen enough of the X-men on the news to be able to tell that the outfit belonged to one... the woman looked vaguely familiar too, as much as vigilante superheroes on a news screen could look familiar to anyone. So, it wasn't a Halloween costume. Javier touched the fabric, instantly curious about what such outfits were made of... but the same time wary of the implications.
"You're an X-man?..." he ventured, touching the fabric, and turning the outfit over. Focus on your job, Javier. It's just an outfit.
It wasn't like he had anything about the X-men, personally. They were doing the best they could, from all he could tell. He just had a general thing against vigilantes... mostly because they tended to drag other people into trouble with them.
"This kind of defeats the secret identity thing, doesn't it?..." he added, motioning at the woman and the outfit. Did vigilantes really just take their costumes to a tailor shop like this?... Or was he stuck with someone else's secret now?
The door opened and the ball rang. Javier was in the back of the shop, laying out patterns, but he paused when he noticed he had a costumer. Pinning an important piece quickly into place, the set the tools down and walked to the front of the shop.
>>"Ja'i. You in?"
"Jack!" the tailor's eyes lit up when he saw the shrimp mutant. She had been to his shop before, and honestly, her custom clothing had been one of his favorite projects so far. Both fashionable and useful, and tailored to a... um, very unusual body type. Besides, Jack was polite and friendly, and did not seem to get hung up much on his occasional awkwardness.
>>"Javier. It's lovely to meet you. I'm Maya and I apologize for the dramatic entrance."
She seemed nice. She did not seem like the kind of person that would show off her powers as a prank, or to intimidate someone. Javier shook her hand.
>>"I was hoping I could have your shop look at some things for me and work on the fit. I know It's a lot easier to take things in, but I've gained weight! I was recently ill. So that's a good thing."
"You look healthier" Javier said before he screwed his eyes shut for a moment, realizing what he was saying "I mean, congratulations... umm, what do you need done?"
Well, there was the first exchange he'd store in his brain forever to kick himself about.
>>"There's a few things in here, but only 2 items that are a priority for me. If you have the time, that is. If you're busy, I could schedule for later, of course."
"Yeah, no, I have time" Javier waved a hand at the shop in general "It's just me here. I mean, I work alone. Mostly. But I'm done for today, so I can take a look at your things if you want." he added, glancing at the bag she had.
Some nightmares were more realistic than others. One recurring experience of such a scenario for Javi was dreams that started out nice; dreams in which he was comfortably lost in a world of shapes and colors and nice cozy feelings, until his brain happened on a fragment of information that somehow caused everything to crystallize into a public space. A space, crowded with people, who were not only aware of him, but they also all had a plan, some plan that no one bothered to tell Javier about, or rather, they did, but he completely forgot, and now he was stuck in the middle of some elaborate scenario furiously trying to summon up the script, the class schedule, the speech... These dreams usually resulted in very grumpy mornings, and copious amounts of coffee.
Except this time, it wasn't a dream. Anxiety equals worries about reality. Worries about reality equal a higher chance of one of your nightmares actually coming true.
Javier was walking across Central Park, on his way to his shop. It was a nice, clear autumn day, which seemed to have drawn a crowd a little larger than usual to the park; people with bright smiles, colorful knitted hats and cozy sweaters, and... music?
The music came out of nowhere. Javier paused, glancing around, as the song suddenly started up. Most people did not seem to bother, while others smiled, and tapped their feet. And then all of a sudden, someone on Javier's right began to move with the rhythm... and then someone else on his left. They were moving in sync, in a way that was clearly choreographed, and in a few moments, others joined in too.
Javier realized, with a growing sense of dread, that he was stuck in the middle of a flash mob.
It was a quiet day around the shop. Javier was catching up on some work he had put aside earlier; his to-do list was already crossed out for the day, so now all extra tasks he could accomplish would only make him feel better about the day' work. He was in his happy place, sitting at the sewing machine at the back of the shop, making some hemming alterations on a dress for a friend's friend. There was no sound except for the buzz of the machine... until he took a glance up, and saw smoke billowing in under the front door.
Javier stood up, watching with growing concern as the smoke seeped in. Did someone set fire outside the shop? Was it a gas leak? Gas leaks were supposed to be invisible, right? Was the basement on fire? He stepped towards the front of the shop, but paused again. Should he be moving towards the smoke? What if it was tear gas? Did he miss a protest while working?...
As he considered his options, the smoke appeared to have a life of its own. It took on shape.
Ghost?...
Nah, ghosts didn't exist.
The smoke took the shape of a young woman, and hit the bell on the desk he had in the front of the shop. Not a ghost, then. Mutant, probably. Javi took a deep breath to calm himself down. Should he make a comment about the mutation? Did people talk about that kind of stuff with other mutants?...
"Hello. Hi. Sorry, I didn't... er. I did see you come in, honestly." he walked forward, mentally kicking himself. Bad customer service was bad for business. "Hi. I'm Javier. What can I do for you?"
Character's full name: Javier Martín Moreno Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: N/A Gender: Male Age: 27 Date of Birth: 10/27/1990 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: New York City Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Hispanic (Spanish/Mexican)
Appearance
Hair color and style: Black, usually cropped short Skin Tone: Olive Eye Color: Chocolate brown Height: 5’9” Build: Lean Visible mutation: None Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None Other features: Usually has a beard ranging from five o’clock shadow to short cropped, and if he looks away for two seconds he tends to sprout a fairly respectable moustache.
Everyday clothing style: Simple and low-key stylish; Javier likes to blend into the New York crowd. He prefers button-down shirts or plain t-shirts and jackets, comfortable shoes, and jeans. The only extravagance he indulges in is unusual shades of colors – dark reds, mustard yellows, powder blues. He likes to combine a nondescript style with memorable (but not harsh) colors. Uniform: Javier dislikes the idea of uniforms. Sleepwear: Boxers and t-shirts. When too cold, comfortable fuzzy pants Miscellaneous clothing: Javier is slightly far-sighted, so he has a set of plain black-rimmed reading glasses. He only wears them when the light is low, or his eyes are tired. When working in his shop, he usually wears a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up, with a hip satchel that holds pins, measuring tape, scissors, and other sewing supplies.
Character
Personality: Javier is quiet, observant, and deeply empathic. He is what most people would label as an introvert. He is friendly to people in general, and very loyal to the few that become his true friends. He has the ability to empathize with others, and usually tries to make their life better in small ways; he shows appreciation through gestures, rather than words, and observes a lot more than what he points out. He is not very talkative, but can carry a friendly conversation as long as he is not pressured to divulge more than he is comfortable with; he is good with small talk one on one, but tends to withdraw into himself in larger crowds, or when put on the spot. In general, he greatly dislikes being in a spotlight of any kind. Javier also has what professionals label GAD – Generalized Anxiety Disorder. It is a form of anxiety that ranges to mild to severe depending on the situation and his mental stamina. Javier worries about things constantly, and tends to imagine the worst possible outcome to any risky endeavor. In general, he is bad at assessing risk, and aims to err on the side of caution – making his day to day activities limited by his own fear of impending disaster. Most people read this as shyness, being a loner, or being “socially impaired.” It does not help that he lives in New York City, where disaster often does happen. Javier is aware of his condition, and has learned several coping mechanisms over the years that help him manage the worst of it. He occasionally gets anxiety attacks, usually triggered by an overwhelming number of possible negative outcomes to a decision. His brain works overtime, constantly assessing the world, and the people, around him – it is both a blessing and a curse. One thing that Javier dislikes greatly is the concept of being a superhero. The few people that know about his powers have repeatedly suggested that he could be one, but the thought of it makes him very uncomfortable. He does not believe he would do a good job, in fact, he believes he would fail, and cause more harm than good. In addition, as a non-violent person Javier is very suspicious of the idea of vigilantism. He does not want to get mixed up in any sort of undercover mutant-hero-vigilante-type thing. And definitely never wants to wear a cape.
Hobbies/ Interests: Javier enjoys crafts. The main one is his profession, but beyond that, he also likes to draw, knit, crochet, and embroider. He is interested in fiber arts in general (which is also one of his self-calming coping mechanisms). Job or part time job and description: Javier is a tailor; he runs his own small shop in East Harlem where he does custom work. He designs or modifies outfits for people, and a large part of his business comes from personalizing and modifying work attires for various professionals. He enjoys the challenge of making a perfect outfit for a practical purpose of any kind. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: All of them. (Specifically, afraid of being the center of attention; afraid of causing harm to people, or people close to him suffering harm; afraid of losing control of himself and having an anxiety or panic attack in public; and very, very afraid of accidentally destroying something, or hurting someone, due to his mutation) Special talents: Javier is a talented tailor, and has a good eye for fashion design. He is especially interested in colors. Due to his brief career as a college student, he also has a working knowledge of chemistry and artificial fibers.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good. Javier is a very empathic person, and therefore it is hard for him to do anything that causes harm to another person, even when some harm would be justified. He tends to try to help people, and stay away from violent activities and situations as much as possible. He avoids conflict, and constantly tries to find ways to make people’s day, or the world they live in, a little bit better without busting out his mutant powers.
Mutations
Mutation description: Psychologically enhanced strength. To put it simply: Javier’s body is as strong as his mind is, at any given point in time. When he manages to focus his mind on a single task, and achieve complete serenity and certainty that he can do it, he has what qualifies as “Type I Super Strength:” He can lift a school bus (app. 20-25,000lbs) above his head with little difficulty. At its lowest point, Javier has the average strength of a human of his size and build, but with less stamina. Everywhere in-between Javier has varying levels of strength, depending on how sure he is in his ability to complete the task at hand, how focused he is, how low (or high) his general stress and anxiety levels are, and how distracted he is by circumstances or people. The usual level of "super strength" that he can summon up is equal to lifting about 500lbs.
Strengths: - Super Strength: When in peak mental condition, Javier is very, very strong. He can lift large objects, open metal storage containers like tuna cans, kick a car across a street, or punch through a brick wall. - Enhanced Durability: Parallel to mental and physical strength, Javier’s body also adjusts to the durability required to withstand the effects of his strength. That means he will not be hurt or bruised by punching through a brick wall. This works as an effect-counter effect thing: He will not be hurt by the consequences of his own actions (e.g. slamming his hand through the wall of a metal container), but that does not mean he is invulnerable to outside attacks (e.g. being shot in the back) while doing so. - Big Jumps: With enhanced strength come extra momentum; the stronger Javier is mentally and physically, the higher (or farther) he can jump, and land from the same enhanced height without hurting himself. At peak, he can’t leap over a tall building, but can definitely reach third-fourth story windows, and move faster than a human runner by taking longer leaps. - Instant Reaction: Changes in Javier’s mental and physical strength can happen at a moment’s notice. This is both a strength and a weakness: In a dangerous situation, his mutation can kick in to defend him, but if he loses control or mentally freezes up in the middle of a fight, his physical strengths gives out too. Also, because of the instant reaction, Javier does not "hulk out" when using his powers; he has the strength, but does not suddenly gain muscle mass.
Weaknesses and Limitations: - Instant Reaction: Changes in Javier’s mental and physical strength can happen at a moment’s notice. This is both a strength and a weakness: In a dangerous situation, his mutation can kick in to defend him, but if he loses control or mentally freezes up in the middle of a fight, his physical strengths gives out too. - Shadow of a Doubt: It is very hard for Javier to achieve “peak condition.” This is not only due to his GAD, but also due to the basic human element: It is very hard to actually, truly, 100% believe one can do something that seems impossible. The only moments he has ever been able to do it were moments when he did not think before acting, when he did not have time to consider the possible consequences. This makes his actual peak strength very hard to achieve, even in situations where it could be useful. - Anxiety Fatigue: As an average human who does not do physical labor or intensive training, Javier is not very strong in his “normal” everyday setting. In addition, in times when his mental strength is worse than normal, he tends to get tired faster, and have a lower stamina, than a young man his age. This is a direct result of his mutation: When he is strong, he is very strong, but when he is mentally weak, he is physically weaker than average as well. - Limited Attention Span: Even at peak potential, Javier cannot sustain the use of his enhanced strength for long - just like it his hard to maintain a 100% focus or lack of self-doubt on anything in life for long. As of now, he can only hit his strongest for a few minutes. Lower levels of enhanced strength (e.g. carrying a desk alone) can be sustained for longer time periods, but he has never applied enough focus and conviction to do it for more than half an hour. - After using his powers, Javier tends to be mentally and physically exhausted. Mental fatigue is a usual side effect of his GAD to begin with, but after making a heroic effort, fatigue tends to get worse; it makes him sleepy, distracted, or dizzy.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Javier is healthy, but does not regularly work out, so his “normal” human level strength and stamina are below average. He has good hand-eye coordination and balance, and decent dexterity with his hands. Not very fast and strong, and tires easily, when his mutation is not active. Fighting Style: The few times Javier ever had to fight, his mutation took care of most of the work. He has never trained for fighting at all, so his style is limited to basic punches and kicks, most of them intuitive reactions to someone attacking him. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pro: Super strength takes care of most of the work (when he can manage it). Cons: Useless in an actual fight without his powers. And a little bit embarrassing.
History Of Your Character Javier is the oldest son of Sancho Martín and Felicia Moreno. His father is from a Mexican-American family, and his mother is originally from Spain; she moved to New York in her early 20s to work on her modeling career. She met with her future husband through her work; Sancho was a tailor and aspiring fashion designer for a larger company that hired Felicia as one of their models. Through her good looks, charisma, and charming personality, Felicia’s star soon began to rise in the fashion industry, despite the breaks she took to give birth to her two sons – Javier first, and Ignacio a year later. Her career soon left her husband’s behind as well; despite his talent, Sancho did not have the drive to rise in the cutthroat world of the fashion industry. He was content with his work, raising his children, and surrounding his wife with loving care. He was, much like his older son, an introvert. He took enjoyment in designing outfits for ordinary people, and running a small tailor shop. He would occasionally create pieces for his wife to wear, but despite her arguments and repeated begging, he did not allow her to tell anyone where she got the unique outfits. It became a bit of a mystery in the fashion world; Felicia Moreno and her mysterious designer. They were both happy with the arrangement. Javier was always a quiet, shy child, with few friends that he was fiercely loyal to. He loved his mother, but he looked up to his father with the admiration that only kindred spirits can have for each other. He learned the basic skills of sewing and drawing early on, spending time in his father’s shop while his brother was off on other endeavors. However, when Javier graduated high school, his parents insisted that he should go to college. He was a clever child and a good student, and despite his lack of social skills, they believed he could have a bright career in any field of his choice. Since Felicia brought a good income to the home, they had the opportunity to send Javier to any college he picked. He ended up going to MIT, where, in a surprising turn from his life so far, he showed talent and interest in Chemistry. College life brought a stark change to his usual world, and he had a hard time fitting in; but over the course of his freshman year, shopping around classes and departments, he found something that inspired him, he decided to major in chemistry, and threw himself into learning about artificial fibers and various high-tech textile materials. Unfortunately, he was still not as good at making friends as he was at learning things, and by his sophomore year, the pressure was starting show. It was the student counselor that first diagnosed him with generalized anxiety, and it only made his naturally introverted personality withdraw further. While he did have some casual friendships, he never really found a romantic relationship, although he managed to define his bi- and demisexuality with the help of the campus’ welcoming (and patient) LGBT+ community. Javier manifested his mutant powers fairly late, during his senior year in college. There was an unexpected explosion in one of the chemistry labs he worked in, and the impact compromised the building structure; the only exit to the lab threatened to cave in, with several people trapped inside, and a gas leak. Javier, without thinking, held up the collapsing part of the doorway long enough for his lab-mates to get out – but his suddenly acquired super strength gave out once it dawned on him that he was a mutant, and saw the other students staring at him with campus security in tow. In the resulting crash, Javier was severely hurt, and spent weeks in the hospital with broken ribs, legs, arms, and various internal injuries. Once he left the hospital, Javier never went back to school. The shock of his powers, as well as their unpredictability, finally made the pressure too much to bear, and he decided to go on a break, and move back to New York. His parents took the change with disappointment, but supported him to the best of their abilities through the transition. Spending time at home again. Javier rediscovered his fondness for his father’s profession, as well as his newfound interest in practical outfits. A year after the incident, he decided not to finish his degree at MIT, and opened his own tailor shop instead. These days, four years later, Javier leads a pretty quiet life. He avoids trouble, runs the other way from monsters, robots, and inter-dimensional visitors, and does not use his powers in any significant way unless absolutely necessary (and even then only if he can summon them up). He is content with his current life, and despite the potential of his mutation, he does not aspire to be in the spotlight in any way.
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Mirroroni Where did you learn about this site?: My roommate recruited me once upon an 8 years ago Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Mirror, Muse, and Gemma Taylor Sample RP:
Javi had three pins between his lips, and another one in his hand, as he carefully folded the back of the dress over, and pinned it into place. The girl standing on the little podium held her arms out, and he noticed that she was holding her breath, too. “Don’t do that” he said, tapping her on the shoulder blade “If I pin you like this, Catalina, you won’t be able to breathe.” “No, but I’ll look great!” the girl grinned, looking at herself in the mirror, smoothing her hands down the sides of her low-cut dress, until she got stuck by a pin “Ow!”
“Told you” Javi noted promptly, turning her palm over “Let me see. It’s not bleeding, is it?...”
“Like I would get blood on my performance outfit!” the girl pouted down at him. She was breathing again, mostly because of amusement and indignation. Quickly finishing his adjustments, Javi stepped back “Now, go and take this off without taking it apart, okay?”
The girl got off the makeshift podium and skittered off with the light, balanced movements of a dancer. Javi made some notes on his notepad before he stashed it in his satchel along with the rest of the pins.
“She will look lovely in that” a scratchy, proud voice noted. Javi glanced over at the grandmother sitting in her comfortable armchair. “You make her happy by doing this.”
Javi blushed and scratched the back of his neck. Catalina usually carried a conversation all on her own, but now that he was left to his own devices, he felt awkward around the matron. This was the entire reason he did not usually do home visits for work. Too many awkward encounters with strangers. Did she expect more from the outfit than it was able to deliver?...
“Are you sure it is going to hold?” Catalina returned in sweatpants and a shirt, and handed the dress over. Javi turned the fabric, and counted the pins. Three, four, five… eight. All were still in place. He checked around the floor to make extra sure he did not drop any of the others either. The family had a very nosy cat. “It is going to hold. Even if you fall. And it will stretch enough for you to move in.” He promised, folding the dress and putting it in a bag. A car pulled up outside, and Catalina ran to the front window.
“Abuela! Your delivery’s here!”
“I’ll get it.” Javier volunteered immediately, setting his things aside, happy for the chance to get out of the conversation and do something useful.
“Are you sure?” the old lady ventured “There should be large boxes. I ordered some new furniture, you know…”
“I’ll get them” Javi repeated, walking right out the door. “It’s no bother at all.”